I don't know what to do
anymore. I am terrified and tired, so tired. Please hear me out.
Please read what I wrote here and if someone knows what is going on,
what I can do, then please help me out!
Let me start at the very
beginning. At least what I think is the beginning. It all started a
few months ago. Maybe only two months ago, I am not sure anymore.
My work was stressful at
the time. I am working in an office and it is a pretty normal job,
but at that time we were working at some big project and I was
assigned to it. Working overtime became pretty normal for me. It was
a big chance for me to finally get a rise and maybe a better
position. Needless to say, I was stressed out and exhausted all the
time. Times were rough, but I had to cope with it.
One morning, I noticed
something. After getting up from bed and going over to my desk (I
have a cramped one room apartment), I noticed something: a book was
laying on the desk. I couldn't remember taking it out of the
bookshelf, but I just shrugged it off. Maybe I had simply forgotten
about it, considering the constant stress and pressure I was under.
Things like that happen, right? So I just put it back on the
bookshelf and didn't think about too much. But that wasn't the last
time those things happened, it continued. Things that belonged in my
kitchen would turn up in the strangest places in my apartment. I
mean, if something like this happens once or twice, you just call
yourself a dumb idiot. If it happens more often though, you get this
strange feeling, that something is wrong. Still, I was too involved
at work to give it much thought.
Things started to get
stranger thought. First it only happened rarely, maybe once a week,
but soon it started happening more often. I didn't know what was
going on. Things would turn up at the strangest places and to be
honest it crept me out. This was still not the strangest that should
happen.
One morning, waking up
rather anxious, I started looking around. I was prepared that
something had happened again. I started checking my apartment. At
first I didn't notice anything and even started to feel a little
relieved. I am a slow morning person and I need my time to adjust to
my surroundings. Then I noticed it. There was a stone. A big stone.
It was laying on the floor in my apartment. Before things had changed
place inside my apartment, but this stone clearly didn't belong here.
It was not something I owned. At first I looked at it puzzled and
somewhat terrified, then I sprinted to the door to check it. It was
still locked. I walked back towards the stone and carefully moved it
away from its place with my foot. Nothing happened. It was just a
normal, regular stone. How did it turn up in here, though?
I am a very rational
person, that doesn't believe in ghosts or the supernatural, but this
was too much. I shoved the damn stone away into a corner where I
couldn't see it anymore and tried not to think about it. Work was
stressful as always and I didn't have the time and especially not the
energy to ponder about some crazy ghost story or whatever this might
seem to be. I still thought about it the whole way to work. What was
going on? First things end up in strange place and now this. The door
was still locked, so how was it possible for this stone to end up
inside? At work I couldn't focus. Not at all. I told my colleagues
that I might be getting sick. Most of us at the company were stressed
out, so people were understanding. It was only a matter of time until
it would get to you, say said and in the end I was able to leave
early that day, to get some rest. I was thankful.
Then I remembered
something. I had a spare key at a good friend's place. I am prone to
forgetting things. After I locked myself out of my apartment without
a key and having to pay a locksmith, I decided to keep a spare key at
someone else's place. If this was his idea of a joke or some stupid
prank, I would kick his ass! Would he really do such a thing tough? I
know the guy for more then a decade and he isn't the kind of person
to do stuff like that. I called him nonetheless as soon as I got
home. He picked up after a few seconds and I started questioning him
right away. After he a good laugh, he asked me what was going on. I
told him the whole story and he got concerned. He reminded me, that
he was out of town. It was something job related; he was working in
another town for a few month. I remembered right away and had most
likely forgotten about it cause of work. He was still concerned. His
girlfriend was living alone at their apartment and he wanted to check
if something had happened there. Maybe someone had broken into the
apartment and got the keys. He told me to keep cool and he would call
back.
Not even fifteen minutes
later he called again and assured me that everything was alright. He
advised me to take some rest and that I should consider calling the
police. I was thankful and told him I would think about it. After
some thinking I decided against calling the police. What would they
think about me? Nothing was stolen, nothing damaged. The lock was
intact. They might think I was a nutcase or worse.
At this point I started to
really get crept out though. There wasn't a logical explanation to
what was going on here. I had checked the door and the lock
thoroughly. There was nothing wrong with it. No sign of someone
forcefully opening it or tinkering with it in any sort of way. What
was really going on here, I asked myself. I was so damn exhausted at
this point. Maybe I was really getting sick, or maybe this whole
thing finally took its toll on me. I thought leaving the place and
spending the night at someone else's place. Maybe go to a friends
place, but what should I tell them? That some kind of creepy ghost
was moving around things in my apartment? Yes of course. I obviously
stayed and it didn't take long before tiredness took me over and I
fell asleep. This was just a few days ago.
In the morning I woke,
tired and not feeling too well. I still noticed it right away. The
stone was back. It was laying right on top of my desk and next to it
was a flower pot. A flower pot that I had never seen before. I
shivered. Something wasn't right at all. Then I lost it. I took the
damned stone and after it the flower pot and threw both of them out
of my window. I heard someone yelling at me, but I didn't care.
Enough was enough. I checked my door again, but wasn't surprised at
all when it was still locked.
I didn't go to work that
day, but instead called and informed my superior that I actually got
sick and might need a day to rest. The rest of day I spent at home
and searched my apartment. I looked everywhere, hoping to find some
sort of evidence what was going on here. A note or some alternate way
of entering my apartment, hell I even looked for some sort of strange
occult voodoo stuff. But nothing. There was absolutely nothing. I was
devastated. I felt like shit.
Then I got an idea. I
still had an old webcam that I hadn't used in ages. The quality of
the camera was shit, but I was thankful that it was even working. It
would be enough for what I intended to do. I plugged the thing in and
hid it in my bookshelf between a bunch of books. It was half facing
my bed in the living room and half facing the door towards my
apartment. Then I downloaded some recording software. The idea was
simple: Record what happened in the apartment once I feel asleep.
That night I didn't sleep
until midnight. I was exhausted, but I was just too nervous and
terrified to sleep and also afraid of what what kind of recording I
would find the next day. I had left a low light on, to be able to see
something on the recording. Even if some intruder entered the place
and turned the lights off, I would still be able to see what was
going on for at least a while. Or maybe I would even be able to see
how someone or something could enter the place without doing anything
to the door. At first I had the idea of simply lay in bed and try to
pretend to be sleeping, but it didn't take long for me to drift off
into actual sleep.
When I woke up, the low
light was still on. I noticed a bunch of things on my desk again.
Kitchen equipment. After a little bit of looking around I didn't find
any strange stones or other things from outside. Then I remembered
the webcam and pushed the stuff aside and rushed to the computer.
I found a huge file.
Apparently the camera had recorded all night long and was even
recording now. I stopped the recording and took a few deep breathes,
then I played the file. It started to play and I saw myself sitting
at the computer and remembered, that I had started the recording long
before midnight, so I skipped the first part, until I saw myself
going to bed. I fast forwarded through the recording waiting to see
something out of order.
Then it happened. It must
have been at least an hour after I went to bed. What I saw terrified
me. I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe what I what was
seeing. The quality of the camera was really bad, but I still could
recognize it. I saw myself getting up from bed. I saw how I entered
the kitchen and how I was moving things around and putting them on my
desk. I replayed the footage to see again what was going on. I
checked the bed. Yes, that was really me. I really had left the bed.
This couldn't be true! What the fuck was going on, was all that went
through my head. I was shaking in disbelief, I felt a creeping fear
rising inside me. Maybe someone had edited the footage somehow? But
how? Then it struck me. Sleepwalking. That was the only explanation
for this. The only possible and normal and logical explanation for
all of this. Still, the footage was way too bad and I wasn't able to
make out much of what was going. No details. Nothing. Piece of shit
webcam, I cursed.
I read up on the internet
about sleepwalking. I obviously had heard about it before, but now I
read about the causes and the experiences of other people. From what
I recalled, I was sure, that there were no cases of me sleepwalking
ever before. At least on one had told me about it. Maybe it was a
side effect of all the stress of these past months. Something was
strange though, the stuff I read online was different to what I did
when I was sleepwalking. People leaving there houses and waking up in
strange places with no recalling of how they go there. No one was
talking about dragging things home though and not too mention locking
a door after themselves. Nothing about things like that. I found a
few cases that piqued my interested, but it was still strange.
I didn't got to work again
that day. Hell I had totally forgotten about work at this point.
Sleepwalking might be an idea, but I was still convinced that
something strange was going on here. I went to town and got a brand
new webcam. Some model with a higher resolution, so I would actually
be able to some details on the recording.
This time I didn't even
bother hiding the damned thing. I just put it on my desk, facing my
bed and started a recording. The quality was way better and I was
clearly able to make out all the details. This evening it didn't take
me as long as the evening before to go to sleep. I had read a lot of
articles and websites about sleepwalking and it was tiring me out. So
I started the recording again and went to bed. Not less anxious and
afraid than the night before.
I woke up in my bed like
every other morning. Nothing was wrong. I looked around and something
was amiss again. It was a stone again. And for some strange reason I
was sure it was the same fucking stone again. The one I had thrown
out of my window two days ago. I ignored it for now. I went to the
computer right away to watch the recording of last night.
Everything was the same in
the other recording at first. I went to bed and fell asleep. Then, at
a later time, I saw myself moving. I got up. And this time I noticed
it. My eyes were open. I had to pause the video and keep myself
together. I had read about people sleepwalking with open eyes. But
this wasn't the dim and empty expression of a sleepwalker I had read
about. Those were the eyes and the expression of a person being wide
awake. This was not normal. Definitely not! I forced myself to calm
down, then I clicked the play button again and continued. I watched
myself going through the room. The I went outside of the focus of the
camera. I cursed. Time went by. I fast forwarded and after a long
time, maybe half an hour or an hour, I was back in front of the
camera, carrying something. It was the stone and I put it down on the
floor. I saw how I put my keys back to where they were normally
located on my desk. Then I went away from the camera, only to appear
again shortly after. And then I saw it. I saw myself looking directly
at the camera. Getting closer to it and apparently checking it out.
Then I saw myself moving away from it a little, so my face was in
focus. I was shaking. Then my fear became actually terror as I
watched myself grinning at the camera. It was creepy as hell. I
watched how I put a finger in the air and making a 'no no' motion,
while grinning. The same motion parents do when scolding their kids.
After a while I stopped, apparently I, or me, or whatever it was, I
was watching here, got an idea. I watched how I took a piece of
paper, then a pen and started writing on it. I was in total shock.
This was beyond belief. I did hold up the paper so it was facing the
camera. What it read was this:
Oh my, you weren't
supposed to actually see any of this. But well, this makes things so
much more interesting. We are going to have a lot of fun together! :)
For a moment my face
distorted and showed the most terrifying visage I had ever seen or
could imagine. A broken scream escaped my throat while seeing this. I
was too out of it. I was breathing heavily. I didn't understand. I
watched how I put the note away, somewhere below the focus of the
camera. I looked down and searched frantically for a while, before I
froze. The stone. Something was poking out from under it. With
shaking hands I moved the stone away. There it was. A piece of
paper. I didn't want to believe this. This was not real. This was
wrong. I took a while for myself to actually pull myself together,
before I reached out to it and took it. It was the same note. Written
in my handwriting. The same message. I threw it away to the other
side of the room. Then I just sat there, not able to make sense of
what I had just seen and experienced. I didn't to believe it. I don't
know how long I sat there in total confusion and shock, but then
things started to come together.
The constant stress at
work. I thought I had always been tired cause of it, but it was
something else. It was actually me or the other me that was awake
doing all those strange things at night. I couldn't say when it
really started. Maybe the first time I woke up in the morning and
noticed things were misplaced, but maybe me, him, was always there. I
don't know. Maybe he just got bored a while ago. I don't know. I
don't understand. This is just too much. Maybe there is some kind of
other explanation to all of this? Please I just want someone to tell
me that this is not true. What should I do? This is now the second
night I am awake. I haven't slept for around forty hours. I don't
even know how much coffee I drank anymore! There are some energy
drinks left, but I am close to my limit! I have already nearly fallen
asleep two times already before I started writing this. I am writing
this to keep awake. I just have to keep awake. I don't know what I am
going to once I fall asleep. What the other me is going to do. Oh god
and the stone. There was something strange on it. It felt wet and was
red or brown. I don't know what it was and I don't want to know. I
don't want to know what he did or wants to do! Oh god I am so
terrified. Please, just someone explain all this. Just tell me
something. Something that will show me that this is not real. That I
am hallucinating. That I am not insane. That there still is some
logical and normal explanation to it. Just… please!
