My friend hasn't been in contact since this series of weird text messages. I don't know what to think...
A bit of background:
My friend, we’ll call him Dean, currently lives in an old apartment building that used to be a retirement home for many years. None of us believe in ghosts or other supernatural things (sorry, nosleep), but we all loved the idea of it.
Now... I’m not sure what I think. I’m worried, extremely worried. Because two nights ago, I was group-texting with Dean and my other friend - we’ll call her Samantha. My name, in case you’re wondering, is Jessica.
It started off as goofy, drunken fun since none of us could get together that night but still wanted to talk (we’re best friends but I moved to a different city for college). Then it got... strange. I’m worried for Dean. Maybe you guys have some answers.
I think it’s easier to just transcribe the conversation here:
[Dean’s girlfriend is out of town and he’s been lonely. He has just been talking about a daydream he had where the three of us were best friends in high school and ended up living together.]
Me: We’d probably have our own theme song. Like the quirky sitcom we are.
Dean: Town to town, two lane roads...
Me: Family biz, two hunting bros...
Me: *Three hunting bros
[We’re huge fans of the TV show Supernatural, where that theme song is from. And nerds. Hence why I named my friends Dean and “Sam”]
[A couple minutes go by]
Dean: I was waiting on Samantha. She’s probably having sex again or something.
Me: Drinkin out of cups, too probably. Bein a bitch.
Samantha: I’m playing cards.
Dean: I don’t know that position.
Me: Haha me neither.
Samantha: I can’t remember the rest of the song anyway.
[Here’s where it gets creepy]
Dean: I think I just had a minor auditory hallucination. I heard a muffled young boy say something while laying down on my couch.
Samantha: Okay, you’ve been alone too long.
Me: A young boy? Weeeeeeird. Turn some porn on. Loud.
Dean: No fejdisndk porn jeez.
[I’ve never seen Dean make a typo in his texting. I don’t know why, but a warning flag went up in my head. But I ignored it, figuring he was drunk.]
Me: I don’t understand why you wouldn’t.
Dean: Dnjdvhs lol. You’re silly.
Samantha: Porn!
Me: haha do dnjdvhs and fejdisndk mean anything?
Dean: What?
Me: You made typos.
Dean: No I didn’t...?
[Then Dean sends us this picture, with the caption “Amused face.” I get even more creeped out. Why would he send that and act like it’s normal?]
Samantha: You look like you saw the movie from The Ring.
Me: Haha that’s creepy as fuck. Dean is drunk.
Dean: Brb. Phone is charging and some drunk asshole is making noise in the hallway. Idjits.
Me: [Half-joking] I don’t like this. Be careful of ghosts. Get yourself some salt and some iron. Have you watched an unmarked VHS tapes of disturbing, dark imagery lately?
Samantha: Find the bones!
Me: He may have been cursed also. We have to consult the books.
[Immediately after I sent that, this same picture was sent three times in rapid succession from Dean’s number. Samantha and I both assumed it was just Dean trying to creep us out.]
Samantha: Call Bobby.
[We went on talking for a bit, just Samantha and I. Then...]
Dean: Back. Guy must’ve ducked back into his apartment. Jesus, type more lol.
Me: [Still joking] Dude no not even you are surrounded by ghosts or Slenderman.
Dean: Har har.
Me: I’m just looking at the evidence here.
Dean: That I couldn’t find the guy making noise?
Me: + the picture + the young boy’s voice. SUPERNATURAL OCCURRENCES.
Dean: What picture?
[So I sent it back to him]
Me: This picture, which looks like a severe case of The Ring curse.
[A couple minutes go by.]
Dean: Okay, that is weird. When I sent that, it looked totally normal.
Samantha: Haha stop.
Dean: I’ve heard of pics failing like that at my old job though. It’s just a hdnejdbe problem. Why are we talking about ghosts? This is silly.
Samantha: You know your apartment building used to be an old folks home.
Me: People died thurr.
Dean: Yeah, I remember.
[He then sends us this picture of his cat.]
Dean: Fuck. Alright, my camera is ojshneldhs fucke up.
Me: Dean, you need to lay down a circle of salt like now.
And he never responded. He hasn’t been in contact since, more than 48 hours..This is insanely odd. We text every day. I called him four times today. No answer. His girlfriend won’t pick up her phone, either. Samantha and I are extremely worried. I don’t know what to do. What is this? Any idea? Help!
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