I’m typing this out from inside a hole in my backyard. It’s snowing and I’m losing feeling in my fingertips. I don’t have much time.
Some background info: every month for six months, a child would get abducted from my neighborhood. Like clockwork, every month a child would just disappear straight out of their beds. No sign of forced entry, no sightings of strange people reported by anyone, no evidence left behind by the intruder; just gone overnight. The strangest part about it is that the parents of the children who were abducted didn’t even seem to care. They carried on with their lives as usual, acting like the loss of their child was just another everyday occurrence.
Tonight, after reading Jasper his bedtime story, I decided to go for a quick jog around my neighborhood. I felt fairly – foolishly – comfortable about leaving Jas alone in the house; I would only be going up and down the street so I’d definitely notice if anyone approached the house, and there hadn’t been a disappearance for almost three months, so I wasn’t worried about it. So I laced up my shoes, put my phone in my pocket, and set out.
About forty minutes into my jog, all the lights in the neighborhood suddenly went off and I was submerged in pitch blackness. I didn’t think anything of it; a tree had fallen on a major power line recently so we were subjected to random power outages that usually lasted a couple minutes. Sure enough, five minutes later the houses lit back up and the streetlamps started turning on one by one. As the last streetlamp – the one less than five feet away from me – flickered back on, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Standing under the streetlamp was a thing; no other word could describe it. It stood at almost seven feet tall, with appendages that seemed to be arms and legs, and it was made of some sort of grey liquidy-looking substance that bubbled and bulged as if there was something squirming trapped beneath the surface. It had a throbbing yellow orb in the middle of its body that seemed to be looking right at me. I watched in horror as it emitted a disgusting wet sound like someone retching, except a hundred times louder and more terrifying.
Now, I’m not a woman who scares easy – I go to /r/nosleep for bedtime stories. But I will admit, at this point I turned tail and ran like a bat out of hell. I got through my front door in record time and proceeded to bolt every door, lock every window and draw every curtain in the house. I peeked out of the peephole and was relieved to find nothing. I felt calm for a split second, then I heard the sound of a door opening from upstairs and felt my stomach drop.
I forgot to check on Jasper.
I ran upstairs and skidded to a halt outside Jasper’s room. He was curled up with Mr. Frog in his racecar bed, sound asleep with a peaceful expression on his tiny face. And towering over him was it.
I guess I must have whimpered or something because it turned to look at me, making that awful noise again. I tried to make a run around it to grab Jasper, but I was too slow. It grabbed my neck and started dragging me across the hall and down the stairs. I screamed and kicked and punched, but to no avail; while the skin itself was slimy like rotting flesh, it was hard as a concrete block underneath.
It managed to open the front door and take me outside to the backyard. It was carrying me towards the big hole that was going to be our new swimming pool. I tried screaming louder, but its grip on my neck was too strong and I could barely breathe. Just when I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen it released me, and I felt fleeting relief before I smashed into the bottom of the hole.
I’ve been lying in here since. Thankfully I remembered my phone in my pocket (mostly undamaged from the fall) and am typing this out in hopes that someone from my neighborhood will find this and find out the truth. I don’t know how long it’s been; it’s still dark, so it can’t have been more than a few hours. When I hit the bottom, I felt a crack of excruciating pain, then sudden numbness from the waist down; I can’t feel or move my legs. It’s so cold out and I’m losing consciousness. I am going to die soon, I know that, but that isn’t what scares me the most.
What scares me the most is that when it threw me down into the hole I saw its fluid skin moving and flowing until I was staring up at an exact replica of myself. Then it smiled, a dead, unnatural smile, and went back into the house for my son.
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Credits to: mariams99
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