I've been staring at this blank page for over an hour now, trying to find the right way to make it easy for you to understand what I've felt and what's been relieving me.
For a while now I’ve got obsessed with Creepypastas, I've watched every video and read all the stories that I could find, and somehow, it just consumed me. I wasn’t able to go a day without some new reading; being a big fan of creepy things and horror stories, since an early age, it was perfect for me.
I heard that when you’re afraid of something, you share it with others so they can be involved to, and maybe it will make the danger goes away. That’s what I’m doing, that’s what I should’ve done weeks ago before… Well, then, let me share my story.
I came back home after a long day in high school on a cold January evening, it was 8pm, I was walking alone observing the beauty of the night while it was becoming darker each second, thinking that no time is better than winter. I got to my room and noticed that it was colder than before, read some Creepypasatas and went to straight to sleep. I don't have any friends to keep me up chatting all night, I'm a loner and I like it this way. No one will handle my weirdness after all. At 3:12am, I woke up to grab some water, when I saw that my closet door was open. Strange... I always close it before going to bed, I just can’t sleep with it open, it bothers me. I closed it one more time, grabbed my glass of water and went right back to sleep.
In the morning, I usually take long walks in the cemetery enjoying its silence, serenity and peace before heading to my psychiatrist, I’ve been going for almost a month now because of that disturbing nightmare I’ve been having, my doctor said that it’s just a side effect of stress and anxiety, that I should get out more with friends and maybe play some kind of instrument. That won't help me at all because he's not aware of its frightening details, no one is!
I went back home, spoke with my grand-mother on the phone, had dinner with my family, took my pills and crashed. That's how my evening goes most of the time. Someone was knocking at my room's door, with weird rhymes, I woke up numb thinking that it's just my little brother. I opened the door, No one...
Scared, I went back to bed and tried to find sleep again. I heard some strange voices “Do it, do it now”, I jumped out of bed all sweaty, it was already 7am.
My day was odd because of what I experienced the night before. I've cut myself trying to peal some apples for breakfast, had a fight with mom over my clothes choice, since she wanted a princess and I turned out to be a huge tomboy, and last but not least I forgot the essay that was due today... Great.
I was thinking that maybe I should stop reading Creepypastas or I that I started hallucinating because of my pills. Later that night, when I was about to go to bed, something weird was going on in my dark bathroom, I went to check it out scared, barely moving, I felt that my heart is going to come out of my chest, the door cracked, I switch on the light, nothing but the blistering cold of January, it’s like I’m in a cemetery, I felt lonely and depressed.
I stared at myself in the mirror of my chilly bathroom, and stayed like that for a while. I've lost myself in my own reflection. I realized that monsters are inside me, feeding on my little soul, watching me through my cold gray eyes , not just one no, all the monsters, ghosts, spirits I know about, they were always there and will always be tormenting my existence. I might seem insane or unstable, but I've always had deep conflicted conversations all alone, and I've been drowning in the ruins of my mind over and over again. I'm never really alone...
I saw blood on my hands, without knowing it while gazing at myself in that glass, I was cutting my hand with a razor. It seemed that I was bleeding for a while now. Terrified, I ran downstairs to Mom for some aid, she wasn’t there… well she was but not alive. Mom was decapitated, nailed in the kitchen’s wall, blood was everywhere, and next to her was something writing that I could barely read, with her own flesh and hair: “Thank you”.
I wasn’t feeling my body anymore; I screamed as loud as I can hoping that I would wake up, that’s how my nightmare begins, and I surely won't wake up from it this time. This is real. This is happening. I hardly found my way to Dad’s office, feeling like I was walking on a huge wet sponge. I thought to myself, maybe he's still there, but my biggest fear came true, my nightmare came true, Daddy was burned, only his eyes were left on the desk next to a bloody note: “for”. I threw up, the smell of death was so strong that it made me sick and dizzy... I just want to wake up.
I couldn’t hear my screaming anymore, and I was too afraid to go and check on my two little brothers, it’s so unfair; they’re too young to be tortured that way; they still have a long life ahead of them, a bright future and so many happy memories to come. I just ran toward their room, opened the door slowly, felt like I was dying suffocated, and those 5 seconds seemed like eternity. They were their playing quietly, until I poured strong acid on them, and watched them melt away.
They screamed for two minutes and then, silence, sweet relieving silence. I brought some remains of their dissolved bodies and wrote on the ground: “setting me free”.
This time I wasn’t dreaming, I really got tired of dreaming. My mind played this nightmare every single night for so long that I wanted to feel the real thing, to create my own silence, my personal peace, way more powerful than the one in cemeteries. I killed them all with my bare hands. So I went to my bathroom and took a nice bubble bath, sensing their mad souls earing around me.
It’s interesting how some of you will call this madness, me on the other side I call it reconciliation, we all hold a grudge inside us, it takes the right energy to bring it out. And until this day, I still enjoy a nice morning walk in a gloomy cemetery...