cosiety:

sixpenceee in response to your “create your own horror”

Pic related, horror “story/theory”:

Every house, every building has that one place where when you’re by it it literally just creepy you the fuck out. Whether it’s that one dark corner in your basement, that one stairway up to your third floor apartment where the light is always flickering, the stairway in your house up to your attic, always shrouded in darkness, the space under your bed or the black void in your closet when you’re trying to sleep at night.

But whenever you see it, and you turn your back to it, some part of you knows you’re being watched. It’s that part of the house where you always turn off the lights and run as quick as you can away. Goosebumps on your arms because you felt like something was taking a step towards you, arms reaching from somewhere else.

These spots are the weak points between us and them. Where, I don’t know what you’d call it, our realities intersect. And ours is weaker, letting them slip through. Sure, we always shrug it off and walk away quicker than we want to admit- but that’s because we are the ones who got away. But imagine if that hand actually grabbed you? You’re sitting on your couch- your bed, and all of a sudden you start to feel real paranoid about that space under it again, even though you’ve put that fear to rest. You’re glancing up at that open bathroom door- or that closet, nervously. Imagine- a hand slowly extending around the bathroom door frame, fingers gripping it’s edges, or fingers brushing the back of your heel and GRABBING.

Right now, reading this, that nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach is that part of you that knows. Knows that it’s not all in your head, your childish fears. You tell yourself you know whats in the dark- but if you do, why are you still afraid?

Trust your instincts.

Now, whatever they are, and I have a few different theories, they crave life. Humanity, or whatever you want to call it. And the fear that you have when near these spots is only feeding them. The more you ignore that feeling of uneasiness, the more you sit there telling yourself not to be afraid, you’re too old for it, or any other excuse, you’re just inviting them in. Worse, you’re helping them.

Think of it as a tear; there’s the reality in which you and I exist, and also, the one in which they do. And when you pick up on these points where our borders intersect with theirs, they pick up on the fear that’s pouring out of you, because of that part of you that’s telling you to RUN. But you’re too mature now, you’re not a child anymore, you aren’t afraid of the dark. But did the closet door just move? I could have sworn I just saw something dart by in the murkiness of the bathroom. What was that sound?

Do yourself a favor and get away.

These points aren’t always around. Notice how it’s easier in the daytime? Or when you have other people around? You’re naturally not near as scared, and depriving them of the strength they need to enter into our realm. So move away whenever you’re sitting at home alone, by yourself, and you start to feel that creepy, tingling sensation that something is right behind you.

I only know of one case where they got one of us. A friend of mine, Mike, had a sister. This was a few years ago, however when they were both young and still living with their parents. They had separate rooms, though there was a single door that connected the two. They had lived there for a little over a year when his sister, April, first started complaining about the things in her closet. And of course, being a child still, her parents dismissed this as childish fears and told her that there were no monsters or things in her closet. But Mike could hear them too. Scratching, tapping at the walls in the middle of the night. Pretty soon, April began screaming in the middle of the night, exclaiming, “It touched me! It touched me!” After months of this, Mike and April’s parents had her talk to a pediatric psychologist about the things  she said that lived in her closet and wanted to grab her.

She was diagnosed with a severe case of Night Terrors, and despite Mike’s assertions that she wasn’t making it up, was given medication to help subdue her outbursts.

The next few months were relatively quiet, when it came to April and the things in her closet. However, when her parents finally asked her about them, she simply told them, “I can’t move when they’re here”

Shortly after, her mom would come to find small bloodstains on April’s sheets. Upon inspection, the girl had small cuts, apparently caused by fingers scratching down the length of her arms and legs. April claimed not to have done this herself, and that they started appearing without her noticing them, only to realize that they must be scratching her in the night, trying to grab at her.

Their parents scheduled her regular meetings with her psychologist.

Things progressed this way, until one night when the house awoke to April screaming. Her parents came running, bursting through her bedroom door. She was off of her bed, on the floor in the corner away from the closet, sheet wrapped around her, with her scratched arm pointing toward the closet. She said, “I heard them. They want me in there.”

Mike tells me at this point, he offered to have April sleep with him in his bed, but his parents instead had her go back to the psychologist to undergo a sleep study. And after being hooked up to extensive machinery, she looked to sleep just fine. No issues to be recorded at all. Perfect REM and non-REM sleep patterns. She was cleared to go home, with a higher dosage of her sleep medication.

The next night, back at their house, she did sleep with Mike in his bed.

However the next morning, when Mike awoke, she wasn’t with him in the bed. He went to the kitchen after getting dressed- she wasn’t there. He checked the living room- she wasn’t there. Bathroom- she wasn’t there.

So he went to her room- she wasn’t there. But, the closet door stood ajar.

Mike says that they never found her. Typically, the police ruled her a run-away. Mike says that he believed his sister though, and believes that she was taken through the tear into whatever lies beyond. Mike was the one who taught me what the weak points in our realm are. There’s actually a surprising amount of info on them, though it’s usually catagorized as “demons”. I don’t neccessarily believe it to be the work of your stereotypical demon, but research this. People have been taken, never to be seen again.

So do yourself a favor. When you feel that uneasiness creep back into the pit of your stomach, move away from it. Wait until morning. Don’t feed it. Get away before whenever you go to turn off the light in the closet,  a hand is already there

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