"Okay, I’m going to tell you something."
The man glanced around the room nervously and then looked back at the webcam. He had started streaming a couple of minutes ago and already there were a couple of people watching. The man wiped sweat off of his brow and continued: “You know the feeling, when you turn off the lights in the evening and jump in between the covers for sleep. The room is pitch black and as silent as a grave yard but then, you start to wonder: “Did I lock the door?” You get up to check and surely enough, it’s locked. You go back to bed and start drifting off to dreamland. But, you still have that unsure feeling that gnaws away inside you, that there’s something in the dark. My mot-“
The man paused and quickly turned around. The room was bare, no furniture, no windows, and no lights. The computer screen’s dim glow gave enough light to see, but it was still dark. The man looked back at the webcam:
"As I was saying: My mother always told me that there were no monsters in the darkness. She was right. There isn’t. BUT, there is something in the darkness. It isn’t a monster though, it’s something completely else."
The man fiddled with his computer for a bit and continued: “I first discovered them a week ago. I was walking in the park late one night, and I saw this, this glimmer, in the bushes. I started staring at it and suddenly, a figure, a big figure jumped up from the bushes and ran away. I saw that it was carrying a camera. And when the next day came, I started seeing them. They followed every single person that I saw. They moved in the shadows, quietly, filming nonstop. I don’t know why I hadn’t seen them before. It’s like they were always there, but you just hadn’t paid any attention to them. It’s like the fucking space ship from the Hitchhiker’s Guide. You have to look at it, but at the same time, you can’t look at it in order to see the ship. It’s the same with them: You see them, but you don’t.”
The man looked like he was about to say something else, but as he was about to start talking again, he froze. He started opening and closing his mouth like a dying fish, and shook profusely. He slapped himself on the cheek and calmed down quickly.
"I heard something. I think it’s here. I don’t know why they are filming us and I don’t want to know. I want out. If you don’t believe me, just remember that I warned you. And for those who believe me, remember: whatever you do, don’t ask them to quit filming. I did, afterwards they gave me the two week notice. And sadly, time’s up. One more thing: when th-"
The streaming suddenly stopped. The man started frantically clicking on the settings to see what was going on, only to realize that the internet connection had been cut. He sunk deep into his chair and spun around slowly. Although the room was dark, he could clearly see a figure standing in the middle of the room. It was a tall, thin figure, but to him it seemed much larger than it actually was.
The man stood up from his chair and walked to the figure. It loomed over him as he stepped closer. The figure shifted and hunched closer to the man. He wasn’t sure because of the darkness but he could sense two eyes drilling into his soul, as the figure hunched even closer. The figure’s head-like appendage was now a couple of inches away from his face and he could feel its breath on him. They stood in silence for what seemed forever, until the creature opened its mouth. Like a baby, it started moving its mouth and tongue around, trying to pronounce something. Until it quickly, in a deep voice, said:
"By compromising the safety of the camera crew and the test subjects, you have been eliminated from the experiment."
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Credits to: photofreecreepypasta
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