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January 2015 Discussion Post: Favorite Creepypastas of 2014

January 1, 2015 at 12:00 AM

Happy New Year, everyone!

2014 went by like lightning for me – I can hardly believe that it’s time for another new year. I want to thank you all for being a part of the awesome Creepypasta community over the past year, and I wish everyone the best of luck in 2015!

Now that my little episode of sentimentality is out of the way, I thought it might be interesting to look back on the last year of creepypastas and talk about which new stories were our favorites. Over 400 stories were posted on the main site in 2014, and of course there were also thousands more new pastas circulating on Crappypasta, the wiki, people’s Tumblrs, 4chan, Reddit, and beyond.

So for January’s discussion topic, I want to hear which Creepypastas were your favorites of 2014!

A few guidelines:

  • I’d prefer if you stick to stories posted in 2014. While we all know and love the classic Creepypastas, this isn’t the place to bring them up.
  • Your picks don’t have to be limited to stories that were posted on the this website, just as long as they were new this year. So 2014 stories from the Wiki, Reddit, etc are all fair game.
  • If the pasta that you’re talking about wasn’t posted here on creepypasta.com, please include a link to the story in your comment if possible. This way, anyone who hasn’t read the pasta in question can enjoy it as well!
  • Please give us some detail as to why you picked the story/stories that you did – don’t just drop a name and hit send, tell us what you liked about each story, why it stuck in your brain after reading, and why you felt it was deserving of recognition above all the rest.
  • As always, please be polite. Don’t insult each other if you disagree, and please don’t say rude things about authors or stories just because you don’t think someone’s pick was top-tier. Don’t fall into the trap of bringing down one person’s work in order to boost up your favorites. This post is to celebrate and talk about the stories that we really loved over the past year, not insult or mock the ones that we did not enjoy as much. Let’s not start 2015 with unnecessary negativity!

That said, have fun and once again – HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The Ocean’s Cool Air

January 25, 2015 at 12:00 AM
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I stared up and into the heavens. Stars dotted the evening sky like little white splotches of paint haphazardly splattered across a black canvas by some wannabe artist believing himself to be the second coming of Jackson Pollock. It reminded me of the type of piece one might find in a terrible, surrealist art gallery. One where pretentious hipsters sip Two-Buck Chuck out of plastic cups, all the while hoping their idiotic interpretations of each exhibit will make others think they’re more intelligent than they actually are.

On a nearly moonless night the tiny twinkling specks of light were the only things illuminating the darkness brought on by dusk. I had grown to look forward to nightfall. The days had become unbearable due to the constant bombardment of UV rays that I had been forced to endure. The evening’s cool air tended to my damaged skin and gave me reprieve from the daily beatings I took from the sun. The night also provided constellations, which had become a welcomed distraction. The stars told stories – stories that helped me forget – forget about the decrepit old lifeboat in the middle of the ocean that I was stranded in.

I barely noticed the commercial fishing boat as it approached my dinghy – a testament to how far-gone my mind had become from the weeks of isolation out at sea. Even to this day, I don’t know how they managed to spot my tiny boat shrouded in the vast darkness of the open ocean.

“Hey there! Are you ok?”

The young man was looking down at me from the bow of the ship. His piercing blue eyes almost glowed in contrast to the black sky behind him. Upon further inspection, I could see the whiskers that had begun to sprout from his face – a result of going days without shaving while out on the water. As he scratched his stubbly chin, more of the crew crowded around the front of the boat to take a gander at me. I suppose a half-dead man marooned out at sea was the strangest sight they’d seen in quite a while – an honor I would hold for only the briefest of moments.

“He’s alive!” one of the fishermen shouted, “Let’s get him up here now!”

As I watched the crew frantically buzz around the ship’s deck like a bunch of worker bees, trying to figure out how to bring me aboard, a laugh escaped my mouth. Not a loud bellowing one, mind you, just a tiny giggle. It was the irony of the situation that I found comical. Perhaps that last little chuckle was the humor center of my brain finally fading from the weeks of emotional agony I had sustained. Going out not with a bang, but with a whimper – just a tiny giggle.

It started with a loud crash across the starboard side of their boat. The fishermen struggled to retain their footing when the powerful impact caused their vessel to rock onto its side, nearly capsizing it. Shouts and expletives streamed from the mouths of the startled sailors as I watched them desperately try to make sense of what had just occurred.

Another thunderous CLANG rang along the side of their ship and this time it tipped. The once silent ocean air was now filled with the sounds of chaos as the trawler smashed across the surface of the sea, flipping completely upside-down, and sending the men toppling overboard into the cold, murky water. I struggled to lift my head in order to peer over the side of my dinghy at the anarchy taking place around me.

The fishermen barely had a chance to breach and catch their breaths before it began pulling them back down into the abyss. Their panic quickly intensified as one by one, they started to realize their crewmates were disappearing into the deep, dark sea. You’ve never truly experienced pandemonium until you’ve heard a dozen grown men screaming for their lives in the middle of the ocean. The young man who had first greeted me from the ship’s bow thrashed and kicked through the water, urgently trying to make his way towards my lifeboat. With salvation mere inches away, he flailed his arms wildly, reaching and grasping with reckless abandon, attempting to grab on to the side. I watched the hope in those piercing blue eyes of his turn to hopelessness as a black, sludge covered tentacle wrapped itself around his ankle and yanked him back down under with one quick jerk.

It was the fishing boat’s turn now. Still submerged, the sea-beast easily crumpled the already twisted hunk of metal, before sinking it down to the watery graveyard at the bottom of the briny deep. There it would join countless other vessels that had shared a similar fate.

Without warning, the massive creature erupted from the surface of the sea. I wondered briefly if the salty taste of the water that splashed my face when the beast made its appearance stemmed the ocean itself or the blood of the men who had died in it. I shut my eyes, hoping not to catch a glimpse of its horrible features. The sound of water trickling around the leviathan’s body as it waded towards my lifeboat caused me to wince in fear. Though my eyes were clenched tight, I could still feel its awful presence as it closed in on me. I gagged and choked as the rancid smell of its hot breath forced its way into my nostrils and down my throat. With a thud, it dropped a mangled human limb across my lap – one of the fishermen’s arms to be precise.

It spoke only one word. The same word it had said to me many times before and the same word it would repeat many times after.


And with that it slithered back into the sea, leaving me to myself again. I opened my eyes and stared down at the mutilated piece of flesh lying across my sunburnt thighs. For a moment I was tempted to throw it back overboard, but thought the better of it, fearing retaliation from the creature for not listening to its commands. For whatever reason, it seemed to want me alive, but I wasn’t about to test its patience. I sunk my teeth into the skin and tore a chunk of muscle from the bone. It had been a week since I had last eaten. The hunger pains in my stomach helped to subdue the horrors in my mind and made the atrocity of cannibalism slightly easier.

I let out a sigh and looked back up to the starry night. I was alone again, and once more only silence reigned over the ocean’s cool air.

Credit To – Vincent VenaCava

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Be Careful What You Wish For

January 24, 2015 at 12:00 AM
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The night was painted like a scene in a bad horror movie, the wind howling through the cracks in the windows sounding like the screaming of a tortured woman. The house vibrated with each crack of thunder and the lightening lit up the house as if it were broad daylight . Jacob, Alex and Kaya pretended to be brave and manly, hoping to impress the girls they invited over while Kaya’s parents were out of town.

Sydney was the hottest girl in the entire high school and Kaya really wanted to ask her out. He had to make an impression tonight. As they sat awkwardly staring at each other in silence, Kaya spoke up, breaking the tension.

“Alright guys, I got something that will liven up the night”, he laughs with his crooked grin.

“What, did you steal some of your parents booze?” Jacob mused, fiddling with his cell phone. The girls looked at Kaya, waiting for an answer.

“No jackass, even better. I found an old Ouija board in the attic the other day when I was up there looking for my old Pokemon cards to sell on Ebay. Let’s see if we can contact the other side” he joked as he went into his bedroom to get it.

Sydney looked uncomfortable just looking at the thing but her fiends seemed excited. She had heard some freaky stories about playing around with the Ouija boards.
“Dude, haven’t you seen the Exorcist? Is that what you want to happen to you?” she said half joking and half not.

Kaya responded in his most serious and ominous tone, “Don’t you think it would be kinda cool to be possessed? I have always wanted to be able to turn my head in a 360 and puke split pea soup at people just for fun.”

Alex agreed with him while the girls giggled nervously, “Yeah Kaya, but since you are failing Latin I don’t think you’d make a very good demon.”

Kaya dusted off the box and laid out the board on the coffee table and instructed everyone to sit in a circle. Jacob lit some candles and Alex dimmed the lights.

“Everyone put your fingers on the pointer like this,” Kaya demonstrated trying to be scary “and we will ask it a question.”

They all leaned in around the table and eyeballed Kaya, waiting for him to start.
“What are we supposed to do next?” Maddi asked looking at her best friend Khloe rolling her eyes.

“Well in the movies they always ask it for a sign or something.” Jake responded.

Kaya cleared his throat, “Are you there spirit of the dead? Give us a sign or something” he giggled.

They held their breath and waited for the spirit to answer but the pointer didn’t move.

“Uh hello out there, earth to spirits, come in spirits” Kaya yelled out sarcastically.

Still nothing.

“This is stupid, it doesn’t even…” Khloe sighed as she took her hands off the pointer. But before she could finish her sentence the lights flickered, dimming the house even more.

“There we go” Kaya whispered under his breath.

“Whatever Kaya” Maddi winced, “it’s probably just the storm. It’s blowing like crazy out there.”

“Quit being such a girl Maddi and put your hands back on this thing.” Kaya demanded and continued.

“Are you here?” he said in his spookiest voice. The silence seemed deafening as they waited.

The pointer seeming to move without any effort began to buzz and slide slowly toward the word YES. Everyone looked nervous and suspicious.

“Alright, who is moving this thing?” Sydney asked starting to get really scared and looking at Kaya who was doing his best to hide his undeniable fear.

“It’s not me, I swear on Jacob’s mother grave,” he said as he winked at his best friend.

“Somebody ask it something else” Alex coaxed.

“Are you a girl or a boy?” asked Kaya.

The pointer slid quickly around the board spelling out B O Y.

“Are you good or evil?”

The pointer moved once again, gliding even more frantically, their fingers barely touching it this time.

E V I L…
Just as the pointer reached the L, the lights began to flicker once again and with a loud zap, the whole house went dark.

Kaya scrambled to reach for one of the candles on the table that had strangely seemed to go out at the same time as the power. Sydney used the flashlight on her phone to illuminate the darkness. She was practically on Kaya’s lap and almost in tears.

“You guys need to stop this. This isn’t cool. If you planned this whole thing just to scare us Kaya I will never talk to you again.”

“Just chill everyone. It’s just the storm. Let’s keep going,” he said, terrified yet strangely curious to learn more. Everyone put their fingers back on the pointer but Sydney.

“How old are you?’

The pointer moved again. 15

“When was your birthday?”

10 27 99

Kaya jumped up nearly knocking over the table. “Ok, who is moving this thing? He demanded accusingly, glaring at Jacob.

“Dude, I’m not doing it” he replied looking just as concerned.

“Isn’t October 27th your birthday? Sydney asked, looking at Kaya in fear.

“Yes, it is as a matter of fact, this spirit has my exact birthday apparently”, he said, his hands moving back to the pointer.

“What do you look like?” Kaya asked out loud. The pointer quickly moving again from letter to letter…

B l o n d e

B l u e l i k e y o u

“So we are twins then?” Kaya asked. “I suppose you are going to tell me that you are my long lost brother” he joked.

The pointer jerked immediately to the word NO as the flame on the candle began dancing madly.

At this point Kaya was the only one playing- the others huddled close to one another on the couch just watching and waiting.

“How did you die?” Kaya asked.


“What do you mean? You don’t want to tell me?”

The pointer raced.


“What do you mean you’re not dead?” Kaya asked confused. “How can you talk to me if you are not dead?”

The pointer spelled out a response.

“Stop it, stop it stop it, just freaking stop it Kaya! You are such a jerk! I will never go out with you!” Sydney yelled, her voice quivering with anger and fear. “Let’s go girls, we are so out here.”

Kaya stood up, almost knocking over the candles. “Syd, please don’t leave, I swear to God it wasn’t me! You gotta believe me!”

But it was too late, they were already closing the door behind them, Alex more than happy to walk them home.

“It’s just you and me dude,” Kaya smiled. Sit down, I wanna ask it some more questions.”

“No way man, you’re on your own,” Jake answered shaking his head in disbelief.
Kaya sat back down in front of the board, feeling a surge of energy and adrenaline coaxing him on.

“What did you mean by soon? You mean you’re going to tell me soon?”


The pointer was nearly spinning out of control, circling the board in figure eights, always returning to the word NO

“What is your name spirit?” Kaya questioned, looking around for Jake who was already out the door, flashing a peace sign. Chicken.

The pointer was still. Kaya took a deep breath and tried hard to focus. He ignored his instincts to walk away, feeling the need to ask it one more question.

“You like to play games, don’t you?” he accused the spirit, speaking into the air like a raving lunatic.


He was starting to burn with an anger he never felt before. His insides churned and shook and his mind raced and heart pounded. With fury, he asked loudly once more,

The pointer began moving… first to K, then to A…

He closed his eyes, fearing that he knew what the next letters would be.

Y A.

It stopped.

Kaya screamed and threw the board up against the wall cursing it.
“This is ridiculous” he said out loud to himself trying to justify what just happened. He had read about the power of suggestion in a book once but this was just crazy.

Screw this, I ‘m going to bed.

It was surprisingly easy to fall asleep, the invitation into the darkness seemed to come quickly this evening. His dreamless sleep lasting only a short while until he was startled back into reality by a strange and familiar sound. He wasn’t sure HOW and imagined he was still asleep but the Ouija board had somehow found its way on the bed right beside where he was laying.

Kaya jerked from beneath the covers, feeling the icy cold sting of the air inside of his throat nearly choking him as he gasped in disbelief. Something inside of him, something internal was drawing him closer to the board. Like a moth to the flame he moved, his hands with a mind of their own, reaching out to touch the shaking pointer that desired to answer his one last question.

He watched as it effortlessly moved across the board, highlighting letter after letter, gaining more power and energy with each one.


He removed his hands and waved them in front of his face- captivated by the strange tingling that was ravaging his body. Mirror… Did the spirit mean for him to go look in the mirror? Confusion and nausea and elation hit him all at once as he felt that magnetic pull throbbing in his gut, moving him to his feet and into the bathroom. The air was growing thicker and it was getting hard to breathe as he entered the dark room that was illuminated now by only the streetlight outside.

He felt superhuman, almost immortal as his eyes adjusted themselves to the dark. The stranglehold of panic and release possessed him as the flicker of metal caught his eye and made him look down on the sink just below the mirror. He knew for certain that he did not put that butcher knife there.

He wanted to run, to hide, to scream but he wasn’t allowed to. He felt the pull of desire move him to reach down and pick up the knife, admiring its sharp edges and pointed blade. It was if his body was no longer his own.

His eyes moved to the mirror that was covered in steam like it was after he took a hot shower. He watched in horror as an invisible finger spelled out a message.


He tried once more to scream and shake the knife out of his hand but he couldn’t. He wiped the steam from the mirror hoping that erasing the letters would make this nightmare less real. But what he saw next was something he was not prepared for.

Looking back at him from inside the mirror he met his own eyes and reflection. But his eyes were no longer blue- they glowed red like the burning embers of the hottest fires of hell. And his wavy blonde locks were now black and stubby, like the bristles on an animal’s hide. The refection moved in time with him as he moved closer to examine his face and arms that’s skin seem to have aged and weathered instantly. What was happening to him?

He looked at the sinister face that now belonged to him and was met with the most sneering and twisted smile that he had ever seen. He watched helplessly as his hand held the knife to his throat, the smile widening and revealing sharp, jagged, rotting teeth. He struggled to inhale and find his voice to scream, to plead, to beg- but all that came out was hysterical laughter and these words…

N O N O N O N O N O N O N O N O N O….

Credit To – Misty Brown and Kaya Brugmann

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Mr. Dillinger,
I would firstly like to thank you for choosing Hennig Off-World Investigations, and working as head investigator on your unique case has been my top priority. We at Henning Off-World Investigations take pride in our work and our record speaks for itself. Confidentiality is our specialty and with a case as amazing and unique as yours, we have taken every precaution to protect your name and your business. We are happy to have you as a client, and hope to do business with you in the future.
My investigation began on December 27th 2079 on the Earth Calendar, and I concluded my report on April 6, 2080/EC.
The whereabouts and status of STARFLIGHT MINING INC. employee Nelson Sykes are unknown, but presumed dead. Various mining equipment from “Site B” are missing from the planetoid entirely and the location to before mentioned equipment are unknown.
It is certain after my investigation that the mining equipment was not stolen by competitive organizations or persons within the off-world mining business or of employee’s current or past, but instead removed by intelligent life forms unknown to man. It is also my belief that STARFLIGHT MINING INC. employee Nelson Sykes has also been ‘taken’ and may or may not be alive. It would seem that he was in the process of leaving Leonidas 7 in extreme haste for reasons unknown at this time.
My report includes travel documents (sent separately), radiation level reports, life support & 02 levels, habitat atmospheric content, and all video evidence from station video feeds recorded during the incident has been recovered and is waiting for you at our main office on Earth for your acceptance. We will not disclose physical evidence to anyone else (as requested in our contract) unless demanded by court order. Your signature and identification will be needed upon release.
Best Regards,
H. DECKARD ID# B-263-53

Deckard ID# B-263-53 Arrival of Leonidas 7 January 2, 2080/EC

I arrive on Leonidas 7 uneventfully and begin my assessment of the planetoid itself, beginning with orbital scanning. No bombardment of any kind was found by visual or by satellite imagery (thermal or radioactive); however a trace of immense isolated radiation was found approximately 50 yards northeast of the habitat. The radioactive footprint left a visual trace that was concluded after testing to have started out as 10ftx10ft initially, then upon my arrival, diminishing to 2ftx2ft. It is unknown what exactly caused this phenomenon to occur, and what has made the radiation diminish so quickly. What is also strange is that the radiation was present upwards of 50ft in height and had not spread itself beyond its footprint on the ground.
No other areas outside of the habitat on the planetoid have any abnormal levels of radiation.


After approximately 2 hours of reviewing the hull of the superstructure, it is in my opinion that the exterior of the habitat is sound and completely undamaged and holding oxygen and pressurization as designed.
Entering the airlock was normal and functional, proceeded to enter habitat. First impressions of the habitat were complete disarray. Equipment broken in pieces on the flooring, tables and chairs turned over. No signs of STARFLIGHT MINING INC. employee Nelson Sykes anywhere to be found.
Sensors sweep determined that an intense yet quickly diminishing level of radiation was inside the main area (nowhere else), cause of radiation unknown.
Oxygen was at normal levels, air recycling equipment working normally. A small level of chlorine gas was traced to the Living Quarters and the Operations Room, what caused this to happen is undetermined as no equipment sent to Leonidas 7 contained chlorine and there was nothing found that would emit the gas.
Computer equipment seemed to be fully functional and operable, I then sent out digital communication channels requesting for Nelson Sykes only to be greeted with static.
After further investigating the habitat, I discovered a digital journal that Nelson Sykes had kept during his employment on LEONIDAS 7, as well as camera footage he recorded and left behind.
Nelson Sykes’ clothing and personal items were all found in the habitat, most of it packed for transit. His exterior suit was found in the airlock and his backup emergency suit in his living quarters.
Unless STARFLIGHT MINING INC. employee Nelson Sykes had a third exterior suit suitable for the vacuum of space, he would have been unable to leave the habitat, but after repeated searches (visual, thermal and through nano) it is evident that he was not in the habitat while I was there and not there when I departed. He did not venture out on the planetoid either, as the rover was in its place and fully charged, and there were no footprints leaving the habitat. As impossible as it seems, he left no physical evidence of leaving the planetoid, but he is not there and I have no idea where he could possibly be.
I proceeded to the Hydroponics superstructure and found that all vegetation was removed and the locations to the plants are unknown. The ground was damp, as expected with rainfall within the superstructure. A strange message was written on the wall, “THEY LIVE”.
After concluding that the habitat was empty, I proceeded to the outside to inspect the mining sites.
I exited the airlock and proceeded to the rover dock and found the rover plugged in and fully charged, and in my opinion, had not been used recently.

Arrived at Mining Site “A” and discovered that mining equipment was intact, and seemingly operational but not in operation. I thoroughly explored the caves and crevices on this site and saw nothing noteworthy. Further reconnaissance determined Nelson Sykes was neither at this location nor do I believe he was at this site anytime recently.

Arrived at Mining Site “B”, nothing here but track prints of equipment; all of the excavators, collectors, separator’s, storage containers, generators, solar paneling, all of it completely gone. There are no track prints of the equipment leaving the area; my conclusion is that the equipment has been somehow lifted out of the area. Resources mined from the site have also been taken. All of it has seemingly vanished.
Investigated the tunnels made here, and found absolutely nothing inside, just rock.
Nelson Sykes was not found at Site “B” and not believed to have been at the location recently.

Arrived at Mining Site “C”, and discovered that mining equipment was intact, and seemingly operational but not in operation. I thoroughly explored the caves and crevices on this site and saw nothing noteworthy. Further reconnaissance determined Nelson Sykes was neither at this location nor do I believe he was at this site anytime recently.

Arrived at the launch site pad and return vehicle and concluded that all systems were in full operation and ready to be jettisoned. The instruments were active and the craft was able to launch within minutes. Life support systems were active as well, and according to the logs, were activated 101 hours before my arrival on the planetoid. Nothing noteworthy was inside.

The following is the transcript of the digital journal entries of STARFLIGHT MINING INC. employee Nelson Sykes that was recovered in the Operations Room of the habitat of LEONIDAS 7
Entry Begins-

Entry Date February 20th 2079: Hello, this is Nelson Sykes. I got a transfer from work, looks like I am heading out into deep space, the final frontier. I will be the sole engineer operator out in the fucking far reaches of explored space on a planetoid, overseeing gold mining operations. It is pretty kick-back, I will be babysitting ‘bots.
They have already started mining there and I am replacing the guy that has been there from the beginning. I didn’t ask why I was replacing him; it’s none of my business. All I know is that I am getting a 25% pay increase and a shitload of overtime. The last job I had like that was 3 months on the outskirts of Serenity Valley on Hera. That was good money and I can really use it, and if all goes well I can come back in 6 months after getting there, and have enough for a down payment on a habitat somewhere nice. Looks like things are starting to look up for me. About time too, the ex-wife took everything except my bones. Bitch.

Entry Date February 27th 2079: I blast off for Leonidas 7 in a few days. I knew it was far but I have never even heard of this place. Nobody around here has, it looks like StarFlight Mining has its secrets. Who cares, as long as the deposits to my account clear. I worked off-world remotely a couple of times already and it has been a good payday for me. I miss my friends and family but it doesn’t affect me like some guys. I just count down the days and keep in mind that the longer I stay, the more money I make. It can get boring at times. Luckily for me, I love to read. I have to make sure to get lots of books downloaded before I head out. I go in for my physical/mental examination tomorrow. If it’s all good, I head out to the station and off I go.

Entry Date March 1st 2079: I am here in the hangar, waiting. They are finalizing the launch for me. I will be in hibernation for 5 months, which is a long fucking time to be asleep for. The longest I have done is 3, and it seems like just a nap but this is longer than anyone else I know of. Kinda nervous, but hey, if the last guy can do it, so can I.
Entry Date July 4th 2079: Just got in the habitat. My head aches, my muscles don’t work so hot either. I have to reawaken them for the next couple of days and take it easy, and then I start work. Got here safe and sound, that is the important thing. Happy 4th of July. Wish I had some of those antique fireworks, but I don’t have a place to activate them. Oh well.

Entry Date July 8th 2079: Headache gone, starting to feel like the old me again. Electrolysis and resistance rehab has done its job. I start work here later tomorrow and guess what? I got a little care package I found too, its 5 cases of beer! If anyone reading this is in HR, take note! Take care of your people and they will thank you for it!

Entry Date July 9th 2079: I think the last guy got cabin fever and that is why he’s gone. The place is a bit of a mess and I’ll have to pick up a bit but it’s not bad. The thing that pisses me off is vandalism. He wrote on the wall in the Hydroponics structure “THEY LIVE” in HUGE lettering. It must have taken him a long time to do it. Of course “They live”, they are plants and you are an asshole.
I booted up the systems for Sites “A”, “B”, & “C” and everything seems to check out fine. I have also started up the extractors and collectors and gold mining has once again resumes operations on Leonidas 7.

Entry Date July 10th 2079: I finished up work today after 12 hours of babysitting the bots and everything seems alright. The gold veins in sites “A” & “C” will be depleted before I leave here, but Site “B” has lots of gold left (according to scans) and should bring the company an obscene amount of money. There is enough gold here to buy yourself an entire system, I have never seen so much gold!
Feels good to have finished my first day and glad to see everything is working well. Now to put on some music, open up a beer, and clean up around here.

Entry Date July 12th 2079: I got this place cleaned up really well. I have pulled some carrots and onions out of hydroponics and replanted. Eating packaged processed GMO food they give you when you work off world sucks. It tastes horrible, even though they say it has all of the nutrients you need. I still like grown veggies, it’s nice to have a huge silo here for the hydroponics. It is a lot like the old antique hanger in Florida for the Saturn 5 rocket, when Earth’s space program was just starting. They used these massive rockets to get into space (suicidal if you ask me), but anyways, the hanger for those massive rockets was so tall that it actually rained inside. And because of that, it paved the way for off world hydroponics to aid life support systems for habitats.
The hydroponics here is a massive garden and even some trees planted in planters. The plants inside take in the carbon dioxide from me, and produce oxygen and food; so it’s a good trade, and these carrots and onions look tasty.

Entry Date July 16th 2079: The auto shutoff for the drill bot at Site “B” isn’t working for some reason, so I had to shut the thing down remotely and had to head out in the rover to see what was the cause and it was a simple fix. With all of the debris from the drill flying around some of it will get into spots you never imagined. Somehow some pebbles had not only gotten passed the cover for the external manual control switches, but they lodged themselves into the cooling fans and were causing the drives to get hot and cause some glitches in the drill. I took them apart, cleaned them out back at the habitat and put them back in place and after rebooting the configuration settings, everything seems just fine. I don’t think the last guy was staying up to date on maintenance and cleaning at the sites, he sure as Hell wasn’t keeping the habitat tidy. I just don’t get how someone out here in this situation could get lazy. You have to do your job to keep busy and sane, plus you are getting a paycheck for it. I don’t understand some people.

Entry Date July 17th 2079: Sent progress reports back to the company, although they won’t be there for another week. Yeah, I am THAT far out into space. It does suck being out here so far because you do feel disconnected to the system, your home habitat, friends and family, going out and having fun. But it also has its advantages, like attorneys not being able to reach you, or ex-wives. So I try look at the positive things. I still have the hologram message she made for me on my birthday 2 years ago. It’s strange how life throws you curve-balls. Back then she was happy and said how much she loved me and went out of her way to make me feel special, but little did I know that she would start screwing around on me behind my back months later. At the time everything seemed peachy. At that time, we were seemingly happy being together. I kept the message because it reminded me of a happy time between us, everything else I threw out. Oh well……time for a beer.

Entry Date July 18th 2079: Ever had the feeling that someone was watching you? As if you are walking down a hall or something and just have some feeling that someone was there watching you? I woke up earlier than usual and immediately felt some sort of presence in my bedroom. I got up, took a piss, and that feeling didn’t go away. I don’t believe in ghosts or paranormal shit, but I was a bit shook up over this. It’s hard to explain without sounding like a nut job. Anyways, I immediately got into my routine. I put on some music and coffee and started early on the system and before I knew it, I was getting hungry. I went out to the hydroponics and pulled some REAL carrots, some REAL broccoli, and some REAL onions and grilled those up with some olive oil and lemon juice with a piece of freeze dried chicken breast. After I was done, I planted what I pulled and washed up the dishes.
I got back at the hub and saw the excavator was unresponsive to automation, so I switched it to manual and sat there in the habitat and drilled remotely for the next 7 hours. The only breaks I took were to pee and refill my water and grab a snack or two. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with Site “B”, but I will head out there AGAIN and see what the problem is. At least today the company got their gold and I earned my pay.
Today is done. Time for some TV shows from last year and a cold beer.

Entry Date July 19th 2079: I overslept! I heard the alarm go off and I jumped out of bed and hauled ass to the hub. I immediately switched on every bot on every site without doing the prechecks. I know that is a no-no, but since they keep logs when they go online, I was in a hurry. I just got here, and I don’t want to come off as a fuck up. Lunchtime got here before I knew it; I checked my digimail and my attorney sent me a message saying that my ex-wife wants more alimony, based on my current income. Somehow she found out about my new gig here on Leonidas 7. What really bothers me is that I am light years from ANYONE. I am on the outskirts of the outskirts of space, I mean, I am out in unexplored space, and she knows where I am. I took this job to get away, to be alone. Oh well, let’s head over to Site “B” and see what is going on with the excavator! Hooray!
Just got back from Site “B” and the excavator appears to be fully operational. I don’t know why it was acting up and I had to operate it remotely, but it is fine. Strange.

Entry Date July 20th 2079: Went to bed a bit late last night. I went to bed at my usual time, sat in bed reading, and about to call it a night and all of a sudden I heard a loud bang from somewhere. I jumped up and put on my emergency suit and thought the habitat got hit by a meteor and oxygen was leaking out. I got my emergency suit on in minutes, but the whole time I thought it was strange that no alarms were going off.
I collected myself and went into the Operations Room and checked the system and everything was at normal levels. Nothing unusual was reported or recorded, which was strange since I was startled by something loud and shook the habitat. After double checking the system and finding nothing out of the ordinary, I assumed that something big fell inside the habitat, so I checked everywhere and everything is right where it was when I went to bed. I figured it could have been seismic and the sensors were not active, but I checked those and they were online and nothing was reported. I just can’t explain it. If the system is telling me nothing is abnormal, then it must have been me drifting off to sleep and dreamed something that made me jump and suddenly wake up. It was fucking freaky though. I just got my emergency suit off and I am going to bed and try and get some sleep before I have to get up for work tomorrow.

Entry Date July 21st 2079: Today is a big day. I sent off another report and we are 15% above excavating estimates. Even though I was dragging ass from a lack of sleep, I was able to pull this off. I am pretty proud of myself. This is the impression I wanted to make with Starflight. I am putting in a 12 hour day, working all sites, and I am really pleased with how things are. I feel as if this is the break I have wanted for so long. I can pay off my ex, and stash some credits. Hard work pays off.

Entry Date July 22nd 2079: I went to bed late. I worked 14 fucking hours and I couldn’t get to my bed fast enough. I thought I heard another bang, but I was too tired to give a shit. The alarms didn’t go off, so I just kept my eyes closed. After waking up and getting the coffee brewing, I had to switch hoses around from the water filtration system, and check the filter, which was decent. I will have to replace it in a few days I think. The hydroponics is producing a lot of water. When it rains in there, most of it goes into the vegetation bays, but some of it hits the floor and runs into the drainage system which goes into the filtration system and then into the tank for personal use. I have a few containers filled already and I decided to have a long hot shower tonight. I think I deserve it.

Entry Date July 23rd 2079: The washing machine here is a decade old and is about to take a shit on me. At this rate, it will be dead in a couple of weeks. I had to reduce my laundry load by 50% and it barely got that done. I slowed it down a bit today; I worked only 8 hours and spent the rest of the day tidying up around the habitat. I cleaned up and got a lot of housework done. I don’t know why, it’s not like I am expecting any company, but it feels good to have a tidy habitat to stay in. I heard a blip on the radar over the music, I checked the system and there was nothing. There are more glitches in this habitat than anything; I guess all off world systems have their quirks, right?

Entry Date July 24th 2079: I usually go to bed with something going on, like the television, or some music playing, I can’t stand silence. I have the same routine: I either watch some videos or I put on some music and read until I fall asleep. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought I heard the voice of my ex from the hologram saying, “I love you so much”. Today is going to be a long day.

Entry Date July 25th 2079: Electronics this morning are acting strange. I thought I saw an excavator stop, back up and drive forward again for no reason. The stereo system played the same song 5 times in a row for no reason whatsoever, but I liked the song so who cares! I got a lot done today!

Entry Date July 26th 2079: I swear something is going on around here, I heard the hologram message of my ex last night in the habitat. This time, it was not my imagination. I finished up work, went to bed and started to read and I heard her voice. I got up and stood there listening and I heard, “I love you so much” from somewhere in the habitat. I heard it clear as can be; it sent chills all over my body. I looked into my drawer and the device that housed the message was there, but the charge was dead. It couldn’t have played it. I walked around the habitat in the middle of the night, looking around all alone, knowing I was stupid for doing so, but a guy has to have peace of mind, right? I heard it twice, but I couldn’t find the source of it. I am not going crazy, I heard her.

Entry Date July 27th 2079: I finally got some sleep after what happened last night. I heard her voice from my projection device somewhere in the habitat. It is not communicating with the sound system of the habitat, because its battery charge was completely drained and the computer never communicated with it in the first place and it does not show up on networked devices, and I was not imagining it. I heard her. I was not sleep deprived, I was not drunk, and I have not been here long enough to suffer effects of isolationism or hallucination. I simply cannot explain this and the more I think about it, the more upset I get. I need to focus on work and hope nothing weird happens today.

Entry Date July 28th 2079: Nothing out of the ordinary happened yesterday or today. I put in some overtime, cooked some good dinner and watched some video. I am staying away from the beer. I usually like a cold one at the end of the day, but if something else happens here I don’t want to be even slightly under the influence.

Entry Date July 29th 2079: I woke up after some restful sleep. Nothing happened at all last night. I didn’t go to sleep with any music playing or any videos playing, just a book and I never heard a sound. But what was strange about that was that the silence was deafening, if that makes any sense at all. I usually work most of the day without anything making any noises so I could focus and its ok, but last night it was almost TOO quiet. I put in lots of time, but not a crazy day. I worked 10 hours today. The highlight was switching storage containers on sites “A” & “B” so that the collectors have a place to unload the gold, as the others were full. I am heading off to bed but before I do, I am going to flash the holographic projector my ex gave me so that it is forever deleted and gone for good, time to REALLY say goodbye.

Entry Date July 30th 2079: Another quiet night last night, and I am starting to relax a bit. Not a bit, but a lot, actually. I am still convinced that I heard her voice twice here somewhere and I just cannot explain that. I have not informed Starflight of ANY of this, if they got a message from me that I heard my ex out here in the habitat, they would fire me asap, but I tell you something, if any of those executives were here that night and heard what I heard, their ass would be in the emergency recovery vehicle and blasting off into space sending S.O.S. messages on all frequencies until they ran out of life support.
Time to make some dinner and relax a bit. I won’t be going to bed tonight with anything on. I am not sure when I will go back to that state, but I don’t plan on it. Not for a while, I am still a bit freaked out.

Entry Date July 31st 2079: I think talking to this digijournal is kinda therapeutic in a way, because it kinda feels as if I am talking to SOMEBODY, instead of not saying a word all day, with the occasional “Fuck, what now”, which is exactly what I said just now. I got up and made some coffee and went to the hub and started activation on the equipment and everything was going well and I took a lunch a bit ago. I left to heat up some food and watch some video and when I came back to the hub, I saw that the drill, excavator, and collector from Site “B” are not in the tunnel. When I take a break, I leave them working on automation and if something out of the ordinary occurs, an alarm is triggered and I come and check it out, when I am done for the day, I have the drill, excavator and collector pull out of the tunnels in the event of a cave-in. Nothing pisses off a company like the loss of equipment and excavation costs. So, I get back from lunch, and the drill and excavator are parked where I usually leave them for the night, and they should be in there working. I tried reaching to them from the hub and they are unresponsive or shut down. I have had equipment failure before, but never have I seen two pieces of heavy equipment leave work and self-park. I actually started laughing because my first thought was that ‘those guys were done for the day, fuck this we’re done, and we’ve had enough’.
In any case, I need to head out to Site “B” and see what the fuck is going on out there. Hopefully it’s something I can fix, but I think this is some sort of software problem and I won’t be able to fix it.

Entry Date July 31st 2079: I just got back from Site “B” and I am beyond freaked out, and very lucky to be alive. I hope this translates ok, because of my whispering. I wish I had a weapon here, anything. I took the rover out to Site “B” and took a look at the excavator. I removed the instrument panel and saw that the switching was engaged but there was no power. So, I shut everything off and switched everything back on for a system reboot and got absolutely nothing. I was really surprised by that, I never heard of that happening before. So, I figured I would check out the drill. I took off the instrument panel and it was the same as the excavator, nothing.
Oh my God…..this is just so unreal……..I turned around and …….. I saw her. Face to face, she was standing right behind me……my ex was standing there, smiling, unmoving. As if the hologram image was in a paused state, but her eyes were focused on mine, and her smile was fake. It wasn’t her ‘genuine, I like you’ smile, it was like a, ‘I hate you but I am being polite’ smile.
I always kept that holographic video because she was so genuine and real in it, but even though she was there in front of me, her smile was ……a lie. I fell back against the drill and I saw her lips mouth the words “I love you so much”, and right then the drill was up and running. I got up and ran to the rover and hopped on. I looked behind me and saw she was gone and the drill was chasing after me. I couldn’t believe it. I was not paying attention to where I was going and I was heading for one of the ore mounds, which are about a hundred feet wide and just as tall, a small mountain of ore drilled out from Site “B” and dumped there.
I turned a bit and saw the drill did too, following the rover. And I thought that maybe the drill was chasing the rover, and I jumped out and almost damaged my suit in the process. I got up and saw the rover go on without me for about 50 feet and stop, but the drill changed direction and came right for me. It wasn’t chasing the rover, it was fucking coming after me and I ran as fast as I could. There was nowhere to go, and I was up against the ore mound wall, I tried to climb it but I slid down and the drill was right there and………and it…..just shut off inches from my body. I got the fuck out from in front of it, and headed to the rover. I got in the rover and it was unresponsive. I tried everything and nothing was working. It was too far to walk back to the habitat, and for about an hour, I tried getting that rover back online. The drill never reactivated, which was a good thing I guess, and I never saw my ex again which is even better. I gave up. I sat in the rover, fighting back tears and suddenly the instrument gauges lit up and the rover was online. I heard my oxygen alarm starting to go off, and it was a long drive back to the habitat and I was not sure if I was going to make it. I pushed that rover as fast as it could go and tried to calm my breathing down. Once I got close to the habitat I saw something outside of it, about 50 yards, a huge black structure of some kind, looked like a monolith. It was probably several feet wide and at least fifty feet tall. I didn’t have the air to stop and check it out, and I didn’t want to either. I was running out of air and scared with the idea of finding something inside the habitat waiting for me.
I parked the rover just outside the airlock and had to hold my breath as pressurization commenced in the channel because I was literally out of air and the alarm in the suit was blaring in my ears. Once the door to the internal hub opened I was taking off my helmet when I was starting to pass out, but I got my helmet off and fell on the ground breathing much needed air. As I lay there, I was looking around the hub and didn’t see anything or anyone there.
I grabbed a sledge hammer near the entrance. I usually leave tools by the entrance so I don’t forget them when I need to go outside and work. Anyways, I grabbed this hammer and went to the bedroom and I am now sitting on the floor against the wall trying to be quiet, because I hear something outside the door.
I am scared.

Entry Date August 2nd 2079: It seems like whomever or…..whatever was in the habitat has gone. I have not heard anything outside the bedroom for twenty hours and the air doesn’t seems so…still. It feels normal. I’m going to peek out and see. I need to get some water and food; I haven’t left my bedroom since I got back in from the outside and I am starving. I haven’t slept much either, probably fifteen minutes at a time ever few hours. I’ll be right back.

Entry Date August 2nd 2079: It looks clear from what I saw. I grabbed a bottle of water that was near the hub and an apple. After I eat, I’m going to get brave and see what’s going on. The place looks like shit, stuff all over the place.

Entry Date August 2nd 2079: Looks like it’s just me in here. I went throughout the habitat and I found chairs on top of tables, dishes out in the hydroponics silo, and other various things out in places that make no sense. I grabbed some more food and sat down and ate, and while I was sitting there eating and looking around the place I found myself imagining what exactly was happening outside my bedroom door.
Once I entered the habitat from the outside, I got my helmet off and grabbed the hammer and heard something at the door. I backed up away from it and went over to the hub and I saw all of the instruments on the computer system lit up crazily. The noise at the door went away, and I looked up and saw outside the window was my ex, standing there smiling at me, and behind her was that black structure or ship off in the distance.
I turned and ran into my bedroom, shut off the lights, and sat down in the corner with my back against the wall. And I sat there waiting for whatever the fuck it was to open that door and when it did, I was going to run at it, and swing that hammer as hard as I could at it, but the door never opened.
The place started to smell like swimming pool equipment, like the chemicals the cleaning crews use and there is nothing at all like that here that would produce that odor.
Probably 20 minutes went by and I heard the same loud bang I heard the other night. I heard things being tossed around then it would get quiet again for a while, then some more shuffling and stuff. At one point whatever it was banged on the bedroom door really loudly, and then it was quiet for a moment, then I heard her again, just outside my bedroom door, “I love you so much”. Then again, but the tempo was much slower, and seemingly darker, “IIII llloooovveee yyyooouuuu sooo mmmuuuccch”.
It took everything in me not to scream out in terror. I have never been so afraid in my life.
I wished I had a PPW; a Personal Projectile Weapon would have helped but the government does not allow civilians to own a projectile weapon, only corporate security teams, police, and military can have one. Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t have one, because if I missed I could have shot a hole in the walls and leaked out my oxygen and I really would have been fucked.
I looked out of the window and the monolith and my ex are gone. I am exhausted and need sleep. The computer systems seem normal; I am going to send out a mayday and try and get a bit of rest. It’s hard to think right now.

Entry Date August 4th 2079: I sent out a mayday, but I am not sure it went out. There are some cameras here, I am going to set one up and set it for twenty four seven recording in case whatever it was shows up again and there will be some proof.
I picked up the mess around here. Fuck going back to work; I want to get out of here. I have had a headache all day and nothing seems to help.

Entry Date August 5th 2079: Communications array seems a bit off. I tried getting the equipment online and some turned on, others didn’t and I decided to go out and look and I noticed that whatever it is, that black building or craft is back. I drove the rover over to it and checked it out up close. I got out of the rover and approached it and the closer I got, I felt a sort of low vibration-like feeling and once I got up close, I could see it was highly smooth and polished, sort of like granite but a bit blurry as if it was sort of vibrating or had an aura around it? I know that doesn’t make any sense. I touched it and it felt smooth. I didn’t see any doorways or windows or anything attached to it. I didn’t see any seams in the structure whatsoever. It looked like it was a single piece of…..something.
I started to feel warm being near it, and I started sweating, and then started feeling heated and hot, so I left and went back to the habitat. I decided to pass up on visiting the excavation sites, and get back in the habitat in case something or someone was in there waiting for me.
As I was getting back into the rover, I looked up towards the top of the habitat to see the communications array, and I saw some faint collective flickering lights next to it.

Entry Date August 6th 2079: The monolith thing is still here and I am here at the hub watching it through the glass. I am not sure what I am going to do with this recording, but it’s pretty important. I might leave it here on the console, I’m not sure…………I hear some………I hear something…oh shit

Entry Date August 6th 2079: It’s her, again. She is in the hydroponics silo saying that she loves me so much and the other things that she had said in the message. I hid by the doorway and peeked around it to look inside and I didn’t see her, but then I looked upwards and saw her floating up in the air about twenty feet above the crops, over by the poplar tree. Chills went up my spine as her image rotated towards the door and she started descending towards it, saying “Oh honey, I can’t wait for us to be together again”. She got about ten feet away from me and I jumped out and slammed the hatch closed and secured it. I heard and felt a loud bang, followed with another, and then I faintly heard her say, “I miss you”, followed by the sounds of her laughing.

Entry Date August 7th 2079: The monolith is gone; it left not long after my last recording. The communications array seems fine now and so I sent out a proper S.O.S. explaining that I had a real life threatening emergency and that I needed to be evacuated, and to bring a shit ton of security. With any luck, they will get here before anything else happens but I am so far out and five months is the earliest that they would be able to get here.
I got some messages from home, I got one from my attorney saying that my ex was involved in an accident a couple of weeks ago and has passed away. I have some very mixed feelings on this. I am sad that the person I loved and shared so many experiences with is gone, but happy that the person she ended up becoming is gone forever from my life. And after the recent shit happening here, is this her ghost that is out here or something? What the fuck is that black thing outside that keeps showing up?

Entry Date August 8th 2079: I keep getting headaches and I can’t seem to get rid of them. I was in the shower this morning and I noticed I am losing some hair. I pulled a small clump out when I was washing my hair. I had breakfast afterwards and the food kinda tasted weird.
I walk around everywhere with this hammer, I rarely let it out of my sight and it is never further than a few feet from me, and I sleep with it.

Entry Date August 9th 2079: I keep checking the monitors and looking outside of the window for the monolith. I am sure it will show up again with my ex. I am thinking about getting the Emergency Recovery Craft ready to blast off of this fucking rock and hopefully get closer to rescue. It may be my only option at this point. I need a plan.
I coughed up some blood.

Entry Date August 10th 2079: The monolith has returned. I wish I had a camera for the exterior; all I have is this solitary one for indoor use. It’s recording though and its memory is stored on an external memory device.
The banging has started. I hear the airlock door outside engaging. I wish I was anywhere but here.

Entry Date August 11th 2079: Whatever was here has left. There was some banging in the airlock along with some sort of whispering throughout the habitat for a few minutes and that was it, but that thing outside is still here. I hid in the shower for a few hours with the hammer, curled up in the corner…… like a mouse hiding from a snake.
Sitting there in the shower, I had an idea. I was thinking that I could remote control the drill from Site “B” and bring it over here and have it ram that thing outside, so I sat there and waited until I figured ‘it’ was gone and went over to the hub. I tried contacting the drill but I am not getting ANY feedback from anything over at Site “B”. It is as if all of the equipment is just gone.
I tried hailing the other equipment from sites “A” and “C”, and those are offline and unresponsive for some reason, but they are there. The equipment from Site “B” is not even showing up on the hub.
I don’t know what to do about this.”

Entry Date August 12th 2079: Dear God…I saw it. I don’t know what this is, I know I haven’t had much sleep but I did NOT imagine this. I was at the hub and I looked outside from the window at the black whatever it is, and next to it I saw some sort of light cloud. I guess the best way to describe it, is to close your eyes and press your fingers against them and when you see all of those brilliant and almost fine pixelated dots, that is sort of what it looked like except it was a solid figure, about six feet tall, and three feet wide if I had to guess.
Shit……shit shit shit shit shit its heading over to the airlock…… GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE FUCK YOU FU –

Entry Date August 12th 2079: My heart is racing, wow that was intense. Okay…so this creature, alien, entity, whatever the fuck you want to call it came into the habitat. I was yelling at it and I backed up into a corner with the hammer. This thing ignored me and went directly to the hydroponics silo, as if it knew right where it was going.
I reluctantly followed it, and I saw it going up and down the rows, pausing for a second or two, then it kept going. Once it go to the end of the last row, it floated above the rows about twenty feet and centered itself in the middle of the silo and all of a sudden, ALL of the plants, and trees lifted up out of the planters and went up several feet into the air and just vanished. It was as if you were looking at something and blinked and it was gone.
All of it was gone, and so was the thing from another world.

Entry Date August 13th 2079: The monolith is gone, and so is the thing along with the vegetation from the hydroponics silo. I don’t have anything producing oxygen anymore and the only food I have are the GMO-MRE’s and the beer Starflight left me as a welcome aboard gift.

Entry Date August 14th 2079: No sign of anything today. I keep looking at the hub for signatures and out of the window, and either that monolith is going to show up again or the thing will. I won’t be taking anymore showers because I need to conserve water, and I am trying not to get excited either, I don’t want to consume any more oxygen than I have to. I engaged the air recycling system, which should help for a few more days. This place is a real life nightmare.
This place still stinks of chemicals from that thing.

Entry Date August 17th 2079: It’s so quiet here. I know all I can do is sit tight and wait for rescue and hope the monolith doesn’t appear before then. I am coughing a lot more, some of it blood and I am losing weight. My clothes feel looser on me than before. I am hoping it’s just from stress.
It’s hard for me to not cry.

Entry Date August 18th 2079: I should have received some sort of message from corporate about my situation, but I have heard nothing. I am feeling worse and worse every day. I can’t take it anymore. I…I just can’t handle this .

Entry Date August 20th 2079: I woke myself up coughing and I stumbled out of bed and got some water. I went to the hub and saw out of the window that the monolith was there. I just started crying and I went into the bedroom to get my hammer, all the while hearing banging on the airlock door followed by its opening.
I didn’t try to hide or run; I just went into the bedroom and grabbed the hammer. In that moment I was hit with so much anger, I took the hammer and marched out into the hub and I saw the thing there, not moving.
Now that I was up close, I could see in detail of its suit or skin. There were colors moving everywhere, not very bright, but shiny and glossy. There were square-like tiles or scales falling over each other it was really weird looking and I know it’s hard to describe but the camera was recording so get the footage and have a look for yourself. I can’t say for sure if it was organic or not but it did have that feeling.
It just stayed there making some little noises. It didn’t come after me or anything. I said “Hello” to it and after several seconds, the colors went from shiny and glossy to flat colors and the tiles stopped falling over each other and then I heard the voice of my ex wife saying “Hey babe”. After it said that, it went back to shiny/glossy again and the squares started moving again. My eyes started to water. It smelled like chlorine.
I took a step towards it, and it moved back a pace. I reached out with my hand and it sort of shifted its position. I took another step and it didn’t move, so I slowly walked over to it and when I got within arm’s reach, it went to flat colors again and the tiles stopped and the thing changed its shape to like the letter “P” or the number “7” and the noises from it stopped. I wasn’t sure what this meant, but it didn’t do anything, and with my heart racing I slowly reached out and touched it with my index finger.
My finger went inside it just slightly, and it felt like it was being licked by a hundred cats. It really was a strange sensation. I slowly pulled my hand back and saw that my finger was gone at the end, where it went inside the thing. There was no blood shooting out or any pain, it was just gone!
I started screaming and freaking out and I started hearing my ex “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH” so loudly that I had to cover my ears. And suddenly it had vanished and I was alone again.

Entry Date August 23rd 2079: I tried to hang myself today. I went into the bedroom and grabbed my belt and headed for the shower. I put the belt around my neck and buckled it on the shower head. I sat down and let it start to choke me and the only thing I felt were tears going down my face. I was just starting to black out when the buckle broke and I fell on my ass.
All I could do was sit there and cry.

Entry Date August 25th 2079: I started packing up my things today. I sent another S.O.S. along with my estimated coordinates. I am out of here. I am going to get the emergency recovery vehicle prepped and ready to go. The air is getting thin.

Entry Date August 26th 2079: I just downed a beer and went out to put a bag in the compartment of the emergency recovery vehicle, it’s all ready to go. All I need to do is hop in and blast off. I am going to leave this digijournal on the hub instrument console and say goodbye to Leonidas 7. I have archived the footage of what transpired between me and the thing, and I will leave the camera recording after I leave. It will eventually run out of memory but hopefully it will capture more footage of the alien.
My name is Nelson Sykes signing off and………………and………oh God no…………the monolith is back

The footage went directly from the habitat-to my hands-to our lab-to our archives, and has not been compromised. Something unknown is clearly in the footage and the interaction with Nelson Sykes has with the entity is (by forensics investigation) genuine and not fabrication.
I viewed the video footage recorded of the incidents as described in Starflight Mining Employee Nelson Sykes’ digijournal at lengths and they are as accurate and terrifying as he describes.
The last video camera recording shows Nelson Sykes speaking into the digijournal microphone, followed by him stopping the digijournal recording and placing it onto the instrument console in the hub. Shortly after that are loud banging sounds with Nelson Sykes focusing in the direction of the airlock and Nelson Sykes leaving the room and returning with a large sledgehammer.
At this point there is a lot of yelling by Nelson Sykes, and the alien enters the frame from the right and slowly approaches Nelson Sykes. As you will see in the footage, Nelson takes a step back, and the alien advances towards him. Nelson takes a full swing at the alien and as he does so, the alien changes its shape into what resembles a number seven, and its colors alter. Just as the hammer makes contact, tile-like squares begin moving in a downward direction on the alien as well as Nelson Sykes and they both instantly vanish from view.
The determination of Nelson Sykes’ existence at this point is determined by speculation entirely from what happens at the 5:03 mark, and ultimately unknown.

The camera continues to record for 7.3 hours afterwards, and the voice of Nelson Sykes’ ex wife can clearly be heard saying “I love you so much” just seconds before the camera stops recording.

This concludes my report on the incident of Leonidas 7 owned & operated by STARFLIGHT MINING INC
Please feel free to contact me anytime at the office or by transmission, and thank you once again for your business, it has been a pleasure working for you.
Best regards,
H. DECKARD ID# B-263-55
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The Dancer

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As I write this I am waiting for him. I can hear his footsteps getting louder and louder as they come toward me. I am completely alone. I do not know where I am and if there is anyone else out there looking for me. In my hand is a knife, and even I don’t know if I intend to use it on him or myself. Either way, this may be the last thing I ever write.

It began about a week ago, as I slept. I was having the strangest dream I’ve ever had.

At first it was just tapping, like the steps of a tap dancer. It was a low and quiet noise, so faint I wasn’t certain I had heard anything at all. They came through pitch darkness from a source I could not see. They sounded hollow and distant, far too distant for such a quiet noise to travel, and echoed despite not having anything visible to make them echo.

Stranger still was the rhythm. The steps bounced and clicked like a tap dancers, but seemed to follow no pattern at all. They came in bursts of inhuman speed then paused at random intervals, following no structure or cadence.

Most unsettling of all, however, was the strange feeling I got when I heard them. The second I noticed the taps everything in me warned me of danger. I felt disturbed and nervous to the point of being nauseous but couldn’t explain why. It was as if my subconscious picked up on a danger I wasn’t aware of and warned me to get away. Something about the sound terrified me deeply, and I had no idea what it was. There was just something inexplicably wrong about those taps.

They were getting closer. Each step was slightly louder and sharper, as if the movement of the dance brought the dancer toward me with each step, and the feeling of unease grew and grew. Soon the dancer would be in focus, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to see it.

I woke to the sound of my alarm. I looked at my clock, which told me it was 7 am. For a moment I lay in my bed. What could have caused such an odd dream? The sounds in it were strange. I had never seen tap dancing before, and the rhythm was impossible for a human to maintain anyway. I looked around my room for something that may have caused it. My bed was normal. The same blue walls, single window and bookshelf as before. Perhaps something else in my apartment caused the noise, but I couldn’t think of what. I had never had a dream like that before and didn’t know why I had, or why it stayed so firmly in my mind.

I shrugged my shoulders. A dream was a dream, and nothing more. I needed to get to work, and strange dreams wouldn’t be an excuse for being late. I got up slowly, exhausted from a night broken by the unsettling nightmares. I checked myself in the mirror, and the signs of a rough night were clear. My eyes were blood shot with dark circles underneath them, and my skin was haggard, hanging as if it was loosely attached to my bones. Nevertheless, I got dressed, and headed to work.
For the most part my day was normal. I took the bus, paid the fair and said hello to the bus driver. I showed my card at the reception desk and went into the office. I sat at my desk marked “Jerald Hadrian,” got down to work, took my breaks, and finished at 4:00 just liked any other day. People smiled and asked how I was doing, work was done, and all went well.
However, it was clear something was different.

It took me a while to notice what it was. At first it was just the general feeling of unease which I couldn’t identify. Then I began to notice small changes in the way people behaved. Things seemed to move slower, people’s voices sounded slightly different. I tried to tell myself that it was all in my head, that I just needed more sleep, but the feeling persisted.

It became clear when I was talking to Carla, a middle aged and brown haired woman. We shared a cubical where we both worked at our computer.

“Jerald,” she asked, “did you see where my coffee went?”

I looked around. It was right beside her, within reach of her right arm.

“Yes Carla, it’s right there? Can’t you see it?” I replied.

“Oh, oh jeeze excuse me. I guess I am just a bit out of it today. Didn’t sleep well last night.”

I took in the words slowly, and something about them made me think. I soon realized what it was.
Everyone, from the bus driver to the receptionist to the people at my office, had the same haggard, exhausted look that I had. They all had bloodshot eyes with bags under them, moved slowly and spoke in low voices. Not a single person that I saw that day had slept well.

The thought passed briefly through my head, but I kept coming back to it. There could be a thousand explanations, I knew. Something on the highway had made too much noise, interrupting peoples sleep. Perhaps there was a storm I missed. Maybe people were kept up by a news report of some violent activity in someplace I had never heard of. Most likely of all, was that it was just a coincidence, and I was tricking myself by making it seem significant.

But the thought still stayed in my head. The more I looked around me, the more I was sure it was true. Something was keeping people from sleeping, and I had to know what it was.

I returned to my apartment and ate a quick supper. I packed everything for the next day, and got ready for bed.

I tried to make sure nothing would disturb me that night. Perhaps it was some outside factor, like a broken pipe or extra traffic, that created the dreams and left me awake. I closed my door, and double checked the lock. I shut the window and closed my blinds. Finally, I got a pair of noise cancelling headphones and put them on. I set my alarm, and lay down to sleep.

The noise was back. However, this time it was louder, much louder. While the night before it had been so quiet and distant I was barely sure I heard anything at all, tonight it was clear. Now I was certain it was the sound of something moving toward me in a bizarre fashion like a tap dancer’s. It was the same irregular rhythm, almost inhuman and impossible in its steps, and with no music or beauty. The same echo and hollowness, like something distant in a cave. The sound was still getting louder and closer. Whatever was making it was coming toward me.

I was still surrounded by pitch black. I had no idea what it was that was making the noise. However, each step sent chills down my spine. There was something wrong with the steps. There is no other way to describe it, nothing to specify.

There were a lot of things that was clearly wrong that I could explain with words. The distant sound, the inexplicable echo, the impossible rhythm, were all wrong.

However, that wasn’t what made me feel ill to my stomach. Something about them, and I couldn’t tell what it was, was wrong.

I was once told that the human mind picks up on things we are not consciously aware of. It is a remnant from when we relied on instinct rather than direct thought. Our subconscious will become aware of something, a small sound or a smell to insignificant to think about, and warns us of danger. This, he went on to explain, was the cause behind many supposedly supernatural premonitions and ghost stories. We know something is wrong, but we don’t know what it is.

And there was something wrong with those steps.

I woke up to the alarm again, even more exhausted then when I went to sleep. I got ready, and left my bedroom.

I wandered down the street towards my bus stop. The faces around me were more haggard and weary then the day before. People stared at the ground and walked in unsteady paces, not having the energy to straighten up. A traffic cop wandered by rows of cars without checking for proofs of payment. A homeless man with a hat in front of himself slapped his legs and the ground lazily as his eyes rolled back, possibly in a drugged or drunken stupor. The bus driver didn’t check the number of tickets and dollar bills that were handed to him, and I am not certain if I paid the right amount.

I got to work, and did my best to make it through the day. I moved slowly and barely got anything done, but it didn’t seem anyone noticed. All the people around me were absorbed in their own worlds, struggling too hard to complete their own work to pay attention to me.

Carla and I forced some chat between ourselves. However, for the most part we barely had enough energy to even acknowledge each other’s existence. Between to two of us we finished nearly a dozen cups of coffee, which lay piled up in and around the garbage can as the janitor didn’t seem to notice the mess.

There was something else bothering me. If I had been more awake and aware, I may have been able to figure out what it was more easily. As it was, it stayed at the edge of my mind, like a name on the tip of my tongue or a few seconds of a song which was stuck in my head but I couldn’t identify. It wouldn’t leave my mind, and I had no idea what it was. Something about that morning had disturbed me greatly.

I took the bus back and went through my nightly routine, still mulling over what it could be. I lay down, still thinking about it. I was at the edge of sleep when the idea hit me, bringing me fully away and conscious for the first time in two days. My heart beat so loudly and quickly I could hear it in my ears and my breathing came in great gasping pants. Instantly sweat poured off my forehead and soaked my bed sheets. I knew exactly what was bothering me.

It was the homeless man I had passed by that morning, the one I thought was drunk. He had been tapping the same rhythm I heard in my dreams.

I didn’t notice at first that I was in the dream.

I had tried to stay awake. The second I realized what it was I had heard that morning, I had gotten out of my bed and walked into the kitchen. I remember making coffee to keep myself awake.

However, here I was again. The thought that I must be asleep on the ground somewhere, or perhaps passed out on my couch, passed briefly through my mind.

No matter.

I was here, and here I stayed.

The tapping was back. Once again, it was far louder, almost deafening.

However, something had changed.

At first it was just a light. That may not be the right word for it, however, because like everything else in this dream it didn’t behave like it should.

Everything around me was still pitch black. If the dream had allowed me to have a hand and I had held it in front of me, I would not have seen it.

However, what I could see was a tiny dot in front of me, seemingly coming over a horizon that was far closer than it should have been. There was just enough light to see it and nothing else.
I watched the dot in horrid fascination. It was clear to me that it, somehow, was the origin of the tapping noise. It gave me the same chills and sense of unease as the sound had, but far stronger now that I could see it.

It slowly grew and grew, becoming the shape of a head. As it moved towards me it also came higher, clearing the horizon until its entire body was visible.

It was at that point I realized that all my horror and feelings of something inexplicably wrong were justified.

It took my mind a moment to comprehend what I saw. I almost wanted to laugh, break down and fall into insanity rather than accept that this was in front of me. This thing broke all the laws of nature I had lived with. It was something that, from what I knew, could not have existed in the same world I did.

But there it was.

I had no idea what it was, but it was not human. It may have had the shape and outline of a human, but it wasn’t.

If it had been human it would have been a tall man with light brown hair and a face I couldn’t see yet. It wore a bright red and white suit, with tight leggings and a chest split down to the belly button. If it were standing still, everything about it would mark it as human.
The way it moved, however, was distinctly inhuman.

The limbs moved randomly about, flailing as it stepped. They bent at odd angles, impossible for any living creature. The spine twisted and twirled in ways that would have killed a normal person. The joints would bend all the way forward and continue on past the point they should have, looping around in circles they shouldn’t have been able to make. Then they would twist back and in entirely the wrong direction. At times it would bend where no man had joints to bend, with twists occurring halfway up the fore arm or on the shin.

This grotesque, disfigured thing moved toward me at a slow but unending pace. The tapping of its feet continued along with the cracking of its own limbs, still making that disturbing rhythm. The sound was off from what I saw, like hearing gunfire seconds after seeing it flash. Everything about what I saw was wrong.

If I could have closed my eyes, I would have.

The alarm woke me up and I found myself lying on my living room carpet in front of the TV, which was turned to the news. It took me a second to realize the alarm may have been going for a while.
I looked at the clock. It was 8:23, and I was almost late for work.
I rushed out of my apartment, not bothering to eat, shave, or even turn off the TV. I ran and barely made the last bus toward my office.

I sat down on a seat.

The air on the bus was thick with anxiety.

Everywhere around me exhausted eyes were kept awake only by terror. People were jittery, glancing around nervously and tapping themselves to stay away, fearful of what would happen if they slipped back into sleep. I swore that every so often someone, in their sleepless absentmindedness, would begin to tap the same irregular rhythm that had haunted my dreams. Though it may have been the exhaustion that clouded my own mind, I am certain that eyes would dart towards them, filled with fearful recognition, until they had stopped the awful sound.

People tried to maintain a semblance of normality. Conversations continued in broken and winding sentences, drifting off into the gibberish of a sleepless mind. All around me was the constant noise of a city. The whine of the bus’s engine, the squeak of tires, and the conversation of countless faceless people in the crowds continued.

But something was different.

Every so often, a noise would come through the endless moan of the city. It was like hearing your name while in a noisy crowd or the phone ring when in the shower- the sounds would meld together to make something they were not.

And that sound was a tapping. But not just any tapping, the tapping from my dreams.

I tried to tell myself it was my own imagination, that a lack of sleep was making me hallucinate. But It seemed that a moment of silence that always occurred after it, or the eyes that darted in every direction when it happened. People had heard it, and were reacting to it. I was certain of it.

I got off the bus and headed straight to work. I ignored the street musicians who, despite having music in front of them, lost track of their place and broke into an all too familiar rhythm.
I got to the office, and did everything I could not to pay attention to anyone around me.

They seemed thankful for my efforts. Everyone around me was too exhausted, and too frightened, to talk. It was on the tip of our tongs and no one wanted to say it. There was something wrong, and we all knew it.

I returned to my apartment that afternoon. The TV was still on, and I went to turn it off. Just as the screen was turning black, I caught the last snippet of sound. For a second, I was sure I had heard the word “Dancer.”

As quickly as I could I turned the tv back on. I had missed it, and they had moved on to another conversation.

However, the signs were all there.

They had the bags under their bloodshot eyes, the lose skin, the sad, dreary expressions that came from days of constant nightmares.

I wasn’t the only one.

The dancer, if he really existed, was everywhere.

Once again I had no recollection of going to sleep. I hadn’t tried to, and would have done everything I could to stay awake.

But there I was. The dream had surrounded me again, and I was trapped inside it until morning.
The footsteps were louder than thunder. The being, whatever it was, was moving toward me and getting larger. Despite the fact it was clearly getting nearer, the steps still maintained their distant, hollow sound, the echo, and the moment’s pause between the sight of disfigured feet hitting the ground and their noise.

The being was close to me now. It was close enough that, if it had been facing me, I should have seen its face in detail, down to the pupils in its eyes.

However, it had its back turned.

I swayed from side to side in its regular inhuman manner, coming close to letting me see its face. Each time, however, it turned away at the last moment. It was still moving toward me, and if I could have moved away, I would have. However, I could not control my own body, and was stuck in place.

Finally, it began to turn completely toward me.

First it stopped its horrid dance like movement. Then its feet twisted around, facing a full one hundred and eighty degrees from its body. Then its knees cranked backwards, and slowly its entire body twisted, rattling as it did, toward me.

And I saw its face.

I awoke in complete panic. The alarm hadn’t gone off, but my own breathing was louder then it could have been. I stared into the darkness around me, almost in tears from the fright. Everything from the clothes I wore to the carpet beneath me was soaked with sweat. I didn’t know what was worse-the image of the face, or the vague feeling that it was somehow familiar.

In the pale light of an early morning sun I could make out that I had once again collapsed in my living room. I got up and ran to the nearest light switch and flicked it on. Light flooded my room, only relieving my fright slightly.

I looked at my clock. It was 5:45, and on a normal day I would have gone back to sleep. Today, however, the thought of even maybe seeing that thing and its awful, awful face again kept me awake.
I got ready slowly. I was grateful for the extra time, as every movement took twice as long as it normally did. I fumbled with my buttons, and cut myself twice while shaving. Every time I paused for even a moment, I slipped slightly towards unconsciousness and the horrible, inhuman rhythm filled my ears.

I drank as much coffee as I could and headed outside.

On the bus, all semblance of normalcy had collapsed. No one attempted regular conversation or bothered to hide their terrified jittering and glances around the bus. The sound of the tapping still came at times, and now the reaction wasn’t even subtle. The entire bus would turn and stare off in its direction with worried eyes, wondering when it would stop.

The bus driver, just as exhausted as everyone else, could barely work. He swerved left and right, and almost collided with a tree. Finally I hit the button and got off, deciding, as many had, to walk the rest of the way.

The first thing I noticed was an artist, offering sketches for five dollars. He had a customer, but seemed to be struggling to make the face look right. He kept trying over and over again, and finally threw the paper down on the ground in front of himself. I saw the edges of the half drawn face, and tried to tell myself they didn’t look like the disgusting thing I had seen the night before. The artist, as well as his customer, stared at it in horror.

The second one came from a group of children playing by the road. They ran around and flailed their arms, playing and kicking dirt to make lines on the ground. I watched, knowing I would regret seeing what I saw but unable to turn away. It wasn’t long before my horrible suspicions were confirmed, and the lines took shape. Slowly, it became the rough outline of the same face from the dreams. The children didn’t seem to notice, and continued playing, still jumping around and flailing their arms. I became nauseous watching, and for a moment I was certain one of the children was imitating the inhuman dancing that I had seen.

At the time I still wasn’t convinced it was real. It seemed like all the signs were there, but it may have been my imagination. Perhaps I was looking too far into things. Perhaps I was even going insane. That was almost a welcome thought at this point. Even telling myself this was all a hallucination, and that soon I would be tied in a madhouse until it stopped, was better than accepting it.

But all thoughts in that direction ended that afternoon.

I was working at my desk when I felt something hit me from behind.

I looked over to see Carla leaning over me.

“Oh jeeze, I’m sorry Jerald” she said.

“What? Did you trip?” I asked.

“No, I think I just fell. I’m sorry, I’ve had trouble sleeping. Its that god damn dan…..” she stopped as if she suddenly realized she was saying the wrong thing, and looked away.

I sat up straighter and looked toward her. “The dancer,” I said in a calm voice.

She turned toward me, a look of horror in her eyes. Every hand in the office stopped talking and everyone stopped working. Faces in the office turned toward me, filled with fright and exhausted helplessness. I knew now that I hadn’t been imagining it. This thing was invading the dreams of everyone around me.

“The dancer,” she replied.

“You’ve seen it took. That… that thing from the dreams.”

“Yes,” she said, and others around the office nodded.

“Do you… did you see what it looked like? What its face was?” I asked.

“Yes, just last night. I… I’m not sure if I remember it clearly.”

“Maybe we can figure this out. Get out paper, let’s see if we can draw it.”

Right now I can’t tell you why I said this. Looking back it was ridiculous, even insane to try something like that. Perhaps it is just hindsight. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep. Or perhaps it made me do it. But at the time, no one seemed to object. We took out a piece of paper, and someone from the office I hadn’t seen much before but claimed to be able to draw started working on it.
We all started describing what we remembered, like witnesses describing a criminal to a police artist. None of us could remember it exactly, but we recognized parts of it. And image began to form, and it was one we all knew.

On the piece of paper was the most terrifying face I had ever seen. Its features were sharp and clear. Its cheekbones poked out of its skin and its cheeks were sunken in like a skeleton. Its hair was parted on the right side, with a long lick of it extending halfway down to its left eye. Its eyes were narrow and deep in its skull, but blazed with the look of mischievousness and malicious intent. Its nose was long and pointed, almost like a snout. Its ears were thin and pointed, almost to the point of being inhuman. But worse of all was the cruel, toothy grin that it flashed as if baring its teeth to bite. The grin was far too wide, with its lips extending far too high for any human. In many ways it appeared as if the vague features of a snake or wild animal had been horribly turned into a human face.

We all backed away from drawing.

It was a face we had never really see before, but all recognized. It came in a thousand names that repeated again and again throughout history and in the subconscious of every human. Children today were afraid of the boogey man. Earlier it had been Spring Heeled Jack, the Black Horseman, the Wendigo. Even earlier it was Beelzebub, Loki, Apep, Lucifer. It’s limbs were shattered and tortured, as if it was flung from the heavens and shattered on the ground or tied to a rock to be tortured over and over again, immortal but unable to stop the pain or repair its devastated bones. If it was the origin of the old names, or had taken them afterwards to feed on the fear on the fear of its victims, was unclear.

But every man knew it. Madmen knew it better, it was what haunted their visions and nightmares. It was the face of fright that every man knew in the deepest reaches of his mind but couldn’t bring out clearly. It was a face scrawled on the walls of madhouses, and painted into scenes of torture. Something we all told ourselves didn’t exist and created a thousand explanations for throughout history.

And it was here now, in our dreams.

I began to hear a noise.

We all heard it, though at first we all denied that we had. No one wanted to acknowledge the sound.

But it was there.

I prayed for a moment that I had slipped into a dream again, but I knew the truth. This wasn’t the sound coming from a dream. This wasn’t the random noise combining into a bizarre semi-hallucination that sounded familiar.

All around me was dead silence, except for that tapping of that thing.

It was clear and precise. Gone was the hollowness or semblance of an echo. Whatever was making the noise was in the hallway outside the front door of the office.

And it was getting closer.

I began to back away slowly. Others did the same, staring and the front door and the source of the noise.

It was getting louder and louder. From the sound, it should have been just outside the door.
The doorknob turned, and I screamed. I turn and ran as fast as I could along with everyone else in the room.

I didn’t dare to look behind me. I ran out the back door of the office, down the stairs and toward the parking lot. Behind me I could hear the screams and cries for help of people who knew they faced death. I didn’t turn back. There was nothing I could do, and I knew it.

I ran as fast as I could. The streets were empty. No cars were moving on the road, and nobody was walking on the side walk.

Miraculously, there was a bus waiting for me at the stop. Though there was no one waiting beside it, the door was open, inviting me forward.

I ran toward it, then stopped.

The driver was exactly the same as always, except for a horrid, toothy grin on his face. He extended an arm forward. The limb twisted and creaked in impossible angles and beckoned me inside. I shook my head, and kept running.

I ran as fast as I could. I passed by the same field I had seen the children in earlier. They were still there. Or, what had once been them was there. They were all staring at me, grinning impossibly long grins. None of them moved from the spot they stood on, but all of them extended their arms towards me, beckoning me with broken joints. I looked away, and kept running.

Everywhere I went it was the same. No one moved, at least not enough to leave the spot they stood on. They all stood staring at me with toothy grins and waving me towards themselves with arms that twisted in wrong directions. I did everything I could to ignore them, and finally made it home.
I locked all my doors, shut my windows, and sat down.

I had no idea what to think, or what to do. I wasn’t sure if I was safe. Something had happened to all those people out there. That, or it had happened to me. It occurred to me that it was still entirely possible that I was insane. This could all have been a hallucination, or a horrid dream. What a welcome thought it was, and one I vainly wished was true.

But as much as I tried, I couldn’t convince myself it was.

The day wore on, and became night. I drank all the coffee in my house, trying to stay awake. But I knew deep down it was impossible.

The sound was in my ears, as if it was mere meters away. At first I thought it was the dream again.
But I was wide awake.

It was the middle of the night. I had passed out on the floor just like each night before,
Unlike those nights, however, I had been woken up before the dream had started by a noise.
The footsteps were inside my apartment.

I got up and bolted for the door. I didn’t bother to look around the room, fearing what I would see. But out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the pointed ears and the terrible toothy grin.

I ran out of the now empty apartment building and into my car. I got inside and drove. I had no idea where I was going, as long as it was away.

I sped down as fast as I could. The streets were completely empty, as nothing moved. I ignored all the faces on the side of the road, knowing full well what they would look like and what expression they would have. Once I had left the city, I saw no one and passed no vehicle.

I drove all day, siphoning fuel from a side of the road gas station that was as empty as everything else I passed, then kept driving.

Things began to seem different. I am not sure if they really looked different, or if it was more of a sense. Things were darker. Light wasn’t as light as before, and the sun wasn’t as bright. Even in the middle of the day, when the sun was right on top of me, everything seemed dim and cold. The little light I did see appeared a more reddish colour, like rust.

Or, though I fear to say it, like blood.

The sky itself begun to look different. It changed in an odd way, something like an optical illusion. If I looked at the sky, trying to see it, it was normal, blue with white clouds. But whenever I caught a glimpse of it randomly or saw it out of the corner of my eye, it was different. Much different. The clouds became darker, almost black, and the sky a deep red color like the light I saw all around me.

Soon it was nightfall, and even that seemed different. Though it feels odd to say, the dark was darker than normal, and the black was blacker. There are no other words for it. Again, it was more of a sense, an inexplicable feeling rather than outright site. But I knew it was true.

I began to feel my eyelids grow heavy. I knew that if I kept driving, I would fall asleep at the wheel, just like I had collapsed on the ground the nights before.

I pulled over. I had put a few hundred miles between myself and that thing, hopefully that was enough.

I fell asleep.

I awoke again in the morning. The first rays of a dim sun were shining through my windshield. At first I thought I had survived. I looked at the road, and considered what to do.
Suddenly my blood ran cold.

It was there. I could see it in the mirror. Though I could barely make it out at the distance, it was unmistakable. The random motion, the impossible twitches, the horrid, offbeat dancing, were all the same. I could hear its footsteps in my ears.

I put my foot on the peddle and drove as fast as I could. I pushed my car to its very limits, trying to get away.

That night I stopped again, knowing I was going to pass out. I wished with all my heart I could stay away longer, but I knew that vicious spell would fall over me and I would collapse soon.
I barely made it through half the night. I awoke when it was almost pitch black. Slightly dazed, I wondered what woke me.

I heard a tapping.

Right outside my window was the grinning face of that horrid thing. It was tapping a finger on my window in the same irregular pattern I had heard in my dreams. It danced toward me, never breaking eye contact, never releasing its smile. It reached toward the handle of my car door.

I turned the wheel and drove away.

Every day and every night it was the same. I moves as quickly as possible, siphoning gas and pushing my car to its limits.

And every time I checked the mirror, it was there in the distance.

Every time I stopped, it was closer than before.

Every time I fell asleep, I woke up after a shorter interval to see it standing there and hear its awful sound. I tried to stay awake every night, but somehow sleep always overcame me, and I would pass out without realizing it.

I became more and more exhausted as my intervals of sleep became shorter and shorter. My car, too, began to wear down. I had gotten lucky in the first few days, always finding gas stations when I needed them. Gradually they became further apart and harder to find.

Finally the engine huffed, and it ran out, the final fumes burning out of my car’s engine. I sobbed hopelessly. Night was drawing in, and I knew that no matter what I did, the unwanted sleep would come again.

This time I was barely asleep for a minute when I woke up.

I felt something on my cheek.

It was running down it, caressing it.

I looked over. That thing was sitting in the seat beside me, grinning at me. I didn’t have the energy to scream, but I felt the tears run down my cheeks.

I got out the door and ran. After weeks of barely any sleep my body could barely move and objected to my commands, but I did what I could. There are few better motivators then mortal fear.

I ran as fast and as far as my body would allow. I didn’t bother looking back. The entire time I ran, I could hear the tapping of that thing’s feet coming up behind me. No matter how fast I moved, they never seemed to get further way. However, every time I stopped, they got closer with frightening speed.

Finally I found a seemingly abandoned house. It was a small, single story building, with only one window and one door. It was more of a shack then a house really. It had come out of nowhere, the only building after miles of road and forest.

For a second I doubted if I should go in. This could easily be a trap of some kind, set up by that being, whatever it was. But I had no other option. I was out of breath, and my legs ached and could barely move.

I stepped inside, and locked the door.

There was only one room, which contained inside it a bed, dining table, kitchen, and desk.
I locked every window and covered them with furniture and objects I found around the house. The footsteps were getting louder, and I would put anything I could between myself and them. I grabbed a knife, from the kitchen, not knowing what I would do with it when the time came. I am not certain if it will even work against whatever that thing is.

It is outside my door now, hammering at it. The pounding is ringing in my ears, and I can the door begin to crack. I have my knife, but somehow I doubt it will be much of a defense.

I found the pen and paper for this inside the desk. I do not know if anyone will read this, or even if there is anyone alive to read it. However, I can only hope and pray that someone will come across it and know my story. Maybe, then, someone can find a way to stop this thing before it’s too late.

Credit To – Eric, A.M.B.M.

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January 21, 2015 at 12:00 AM
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[Autosaved 16/3/10 10:45 PM]

I’m now speaking…I’m now seeing words appear on the screen…There are still words on the screen, which bodes well for me. Okay it’s been a full two minutes and the words are still there. I think this is working. I am going to leave the room now and return in five minutes and hopefully the words are still there.

[Autosaved 16/3/10 10:50 PM]

Sweet Jesus, it works! It works! Oh thank God!
Right, so I’m going to just explain everything. There is something really weird and frustrating going on right now, at this very instant that I’m speaking. I mean, writing. No, actually I do mean speaking. You see in reality I’m speaking aloud what you are reading; a computer program is dictating all this. My hand has not grasped a pen or pencil and put it to paper for you to be able to read this. And that relates to the very desperate quandary at hand.
Here’s the weird thing – I can’t write. I literally cannot write a single word and I am absolutely serious. Every time I write something on a blank surface with the aid of a writing tool, it disappears. My mind is overburdened with all these desperate, harried thoughts and yet I can’t express them. This is like the opposite of writer’s block – I’m not troubled that writing won’t appear on my blank pages, I’m troubled that my writing disappears from my filled pages.
I first noticed this two days ago. It was in the afternoon. I seem to remember writing a shopping list, and so I go to the supermarket – I had to pick up some, um, milk and a newspaper – and when I get there I pull the list out and it’s blank. I mean, logically I guess you could suppose I thought I’d written the list and just hastily left without checking twice. But that is so unlike me, that seems so odd to take a blank piece of paper with me. Utterly blank.
I’m beginning to see it’s serious. Just earlier I had this amazing idea for a short story, but when I started to write it disappeared, as soon as I finished a sentence it just disappeared. Now my sheet of paper is blank, like I never touched it. But I specifically remember writing on it, I swear to God…
Am I losing my mind?

[Autosaved 17/3/10 2:50 PM]

Things are a little more desperate now than simply being unable to think up a good story! It wasn’t a dream. I’m not crazy. This thing is still happening. I still can’t write. But today it’s worse, I can’t type now either. Just earlier I was going to look this issue up on the net, and I was thinking ‘do I search for a forum on writing problems or medical problems?’ I went with writing problems – probably less vague than medical. I’d only just typed my query in the search bar when the text disappeared again. Then I found I couldn’t type anything, like my keyboard had locked up or something. So my computer’s now officially useless. That was…around eleven o’ clock. The time’s really flown. I should probably just see a doctor about this. I’m going to just go and make an appointment.

[Autosaved 17/3/10 4:33 PM]

Um…I don’t really know what just happened. I mean I don’t know whether that was my doing or his doing. The…a post man just stopped by, immediately after I made a doctor’s appointment. It seems he had a package for me, but he needed for me to sign something so I could receive it. Without even thinking I tried to sign my name, but my writing, of course, disappeared as soon as the ink hit the paper. He asked me what was taking so long. I said the ink’s run out of the pen, so he took another pen out. That one wouldn’t let me sign either. He started to get impatient. Then I was stammering and my hand was shaking, and I told him I would, I would sign it. He was starting to give me a weird look and he asked for some I.D. I took out my driver’s license and it was just blank. All the information’s gone, the photo’s gone. It’s just a blank, useless square of plastic. The post man just told me off, he must have thought I was playing a prank or something, but then he saw how my hands were shaking and I couldn’t get any words out, and he looked confused and then just left me. He probably thought I was brain damaged. I would feel so humiliated but I have bigger things to worry about.
I was pacing around the house just now and I thought something was really off. And I realised that I’m missing from all my photographs. I don’t have many photos of anything, but of the ones I do have, I’m in a lot of them. It’s actually quite amazing, the images in the photos are perfectly seamless, it’s just that I’m not in them. It looks like I was never in the photos to begin with. One of my favourite photos, one that used to be of me and Phoebe, even that’s been altered. Now she’s just standing there, looking really happy. On her own.
I don’t know if I want to go to the doctor’s now. I’m wondering if I do, whether I’ll be taken seriously. I’m starting to feel almost like…frightened, to be honest.
Um…I just…I don’t know…
Huuuur huuur huuur gngngngnh…
…Oh, it’s tried to transcribe the sounds of me crying. The load of… DELETE PREVIOUS PARAGRAPH. No, DELETE…Oh, never mind you piece of shit. Well, at least it’s transcribing anything, I guess. Don’t know what I’m going to do with it though. I was going to send this in an email to a friend, but I can’t send emails at the moment. I don’t know how to get this program to transcribe the at symbol, the a contained in a near full circle. When I say at it comes up as the word, not the symbol.
At. AT. AT SYMBOL. Piece of shit.

[Autosaved 18/3/10 9:04 AM]

This working still? Words coming. Not disappearing. Yes? Good!
Uh, I don’t feel so good. I feel shaky, weak, and I look a bit pale. I don’t think I’m getting sick, I just…I suppose I didn’t sleep very well last night. I had a nightmare that I took my brain out and used it as an eraser to rub out my name. Needless to say, I woke up with quite a headache. This whole affair is doing my head in.

[Autosaved 18/3/10 9:27 AM]

Oh shit, no! No! Please work, God dammit it. Don’t do this to me. Oh God, the words…they’re…coming…why is it doing that now? Oh fuck, a virus scan. The virus scan is making the computer run incredibly slowly, and the words are taking ages to appear on screen. But they’re coming, they are coming. I thought…God, I thought I was really screwed there for a moment, I really thought…
Stop it you stupid…What the hell is this?…Why won’t it?…Oh no, what…You’ve got to be joking…What the heck is going on here?
It seems that my computer’s gone and done a real job on me. I don’t have administrative authority to cancel this RAM arresting virus scan just for one bloody minute. And now it seems my computer account is inexplicably gone. There’s just one account called ‘guest’ which I seem to be using right now. And all my folders and files are gone, excepting of course the word document I’m having dictated right now. I don’t feel safe even closing it for fear that it will disappear as well. I was going to just go have breakfast but now I don’t feel comfortable even leaving the office in case the words disappear while I’m gone. This is really ridiculous. I think I need to use the toilet.
Okay, I’ve got my phone here so I’m just going to call a friend of mine, Simon. I think I’ll invite him over and show him what’s going on here.
I’m sorry but this number is not currently connected with our service. If you wish to register for an account, press 1. If you currently have an account with us, but need to reactivate it, press 2.
To reactivate your account, please enter your ten digit activation number followed by the hash key to proceed.
What the hell is this? Where the fuck did I…?
I’m sorry I didn’t catch that. Please restate your query slowly and clearly.

[Autosaved 18/3/10 9:51 AM]

Welcome. You’ve reached the MobiJet service headquarters. To access information about your account, press 1. To adjust your current service plan, press 2. To inquire about a service offer, press 3. If none of these options relate to your query, press 4 to be put through to the MobiJet headquarters, where someone will be right with you.
Hergmahm gmfnghgman anmfghgr
Hello? Hi. The reception is a little bad, I can only just hear you.
Jihtam arrrert. Sergmsrhmsrgh. Kanuh ii biir da.
No, it’s fine. I can hear you.
I’ve been an account holder for the last ten years or so, and for some unexplained reason my account has just suddenly been deactivated today.
Griga tur mrrrrm orr llelm
No, no, I’m up to date with all the payments as far as I know. I haven’t modified anything or cancelled anything.
Hersur normssur
Err…hang on a moment. How do I access that information?
Huuumsh iid ther ii orna ker iinae gord da. Eeev olm liel insh riic a.
A recent invoice? How recent?
Gagmbser sudndnf. Grmhg msnrhh.
Okay. Yeah, I probably have one lying around somewhere. I just don’t know how long it’s going to take me to find it. It might take a little while, so I’ll call you back when I find it.
Gmsrhgns mgr. Org adanksas mmm si iih hom.
Okay, thanks. Bye.
Oh what the heck is all this? It’s accidently been dictating my phone call, and couldn’t even get that right. How do I get rid of all this, then? Um…Back two paragraphs. Back two lines. Stupid dictating program! Delete previous line. No, DELETE PREVIOUS LINE – Oh you piece of shit I’m suffering practically like a mental breakdown here and you can’t even obey my PATIENTLY SPOKEN, CLEARLY EXPRESSED COMMANDS.
Hhhhhhhhh. Hhhhhhhhh. Hhhhhhhhh. Hhhhhhhhh.
Oh what? Hhhhhhhhh. Hhhhhhhhh.
Oh see that now? Hahahaha. Yes, see. It’s Hhhhhhhhh. It’s transcribing my breathing, because I’m hyper Hhhhhhhhh. Ventilating now. From the Hhhhhhhhh. S-stress of having to Hhhhhhhhh. P-put up with this INCOMPETANT PROGRAM Hhhhhhhhh.

[Autosaved 18/3/10 10:19 AM]

I don’t believe it – they can’t find a record of my account with them, and according to them apparently I don’t live here anymore. Well of course I bloody-well live here. God dammit. So I’m just rifling through a filing cabinet of mine for SHIT IT’S LOCKED WHEN DID I LOCK IT, the key where’s the key, the key…Oh hang on, here we go. Open damn you, open. Okay, I’m searching for my most recent phone account invoice which should have my membership number on it so I can just maybe prove to those dumb fucks that yes, I do exist Thank You Very Much and for their information – Jesus, it’s blank. IT’S ALL BLANK.
WAIT! I’VE FOUND SOMETH- oh, that’s…that’s not mine. What’s that doing in here? I thought I’d returned it to him. Well that can wait. Come on, come on, there’s got to be something in here, anything about me that’s not blank. It’s goes blank as I look at them, as soon as I touch them.
Lord among us, the paper, so much blank paper! This cabinet alone contains the remains of an entire tree I think. Oh look here’s – no, this has expired. And now it’s vanished. THE WORDS JUST VANISHED. Hahahaha. How efficient! I’ll never have to worry about breaches of confidentiality ever again!
GOD DAMN YOU, JUST LET ME HAVE ONE SHEET, JUST ONE – Oh wow, this one dates right back. Yikes, 1994 – and they keep going. Blank. Next one.
I really feel like I’m mutilating my history as I’m doing this. Blank. Actually I feel like I’ve just walked into a museum or renowned gallery something and am now – blank – pissing on – blank – the irreplaceable artworks – blank. Now that pile is all blank. Bye bye 1994-1998. Can’t believe I was hoarding your paper souvenirs anyway. Well, if they were only bills I can’t say I miss them. Does it go further back? It does. It’s a comprehensive time capsule in here. Come on, one invoice, just one invoi- okay, now we seem to be circa 1990 and still travelling back…Just give me a moment here…

[Autosaved 18/3/10 10:45 AM]

Right well, I think I can safely say I’ve dashed my chances of finding a recent phone invoice. Actually, I think all my invoices are now blank….In fact, I think ALL THE PAPERS are now blank. Because of my stupid curiosit –
No, wait a second. There’s one more, the lucky last then. And wow, this is the oldest yet, in fact this goes right back to –
Oh! Oh! Watch now as the print magically disappears, and…voila, it’s gone. And that brings our paper score up to –
Oh hang on. Hell, that watermark…I think this was my birth certif

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I was never a superstitious person: the idea of unknown forces affecting my life never was one that appealed to me. Personally, I thought the idea to be utterly ridiculous, and I scoffed at any fool who believed otherwise. Avoiding black cats, never crossing someone on the stairs, not stepping on cracks in pavements lest the earth should be knocked off its axis, what is this mysterious force that people seem to attribute to such a large part of their lives? All of this seemed like nonsense to me.

This is why, on the 23rd of November, when one particularly humorous subordinate of mine decided to buy a rabbits foot for me as a gift, I burst out laughing. I thought I was laughing with her: I had always been clear in my beliefs about the supernatural, so surely such a gift could only be meant in jest, until I saw the solemn look of sincerity on her face. I stifled my guffaws into a quiet chuckle and attempted an earnest “Thank you”. She continued to hold a sombre expression, regarding me with oddly concerned eyes, as she spoke to me in a quiet whispering voice that was so ludicrously dramatic I nearly burst out laughing again:

“You shouldn’t be so sure of what you know.”

Unsure of how to respond to this supposed epiphany without laughing, I thanked her again. She stared at me in silence a moment longer before turning away and leaving quickly. At first I thought her swift departure to be another show of amateur dramatics, then I realised that it was past five, and swiftly departed myself soon after attaching the rabbit foot to my key ring. I did this not because I liked it, but rather ironically. Also, she was a quiet, simple woman and seeing her gift on my key ring may help her feel that I was grateful even though, in truth, I wasn’t: neither for the rabbit’s foot or for the one line of wisdom that she had probably attained from some toilet-cubicle door on her various journeys of enlightenment. She was only a secretary after all; I doubt she even read anything unless it had colourful pictures and bold headlines.

The drive home left me feeling rather put out. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, just the usual five o’ clock rush hour traffic. But about half way home I started to get the feeling that something was behind me, I found myself checking the back seat of my car every few minutes, as if someone would be sitting there. Of course there was no one. My Mercedes has central locking, you see, I was perfectly safe. However I could not disregard the feeling that I was being watched, and I even felt a prickle rise on the nape of my neck at one point. I told myself that this was just nerves being stimulated by some stray hormone, a chemical mix up, undoubtedly the remnants of an old evolutionary instinct to watch one’s back for approaching predators, but this did nothing to change my actions as I persisted in checking the back seat. I even felt some relief in stepping onto my driveway when I arrived home despite knowing that beside myself there was no one in the car, and I was greatly irritated to find that I was gripping the rabbit’s foot, now damp with sweat.

It’s safe to say I felt somewhat drained after the unnecessarily strenuous drive and decided that a large supper was in order. As I cooked I began to feel more like myself, and deplored my earlier actions, not least because I had a strain in my neck as a reminder of my own stupidity.

That was when the kitchen door creaked open.

I was stood over my cooker oven, facing away from the door to my cloak room – that is, the room by the front door for clothes and shoes, in case you don’t have one yourself, I know that some people don’t – so when I heard the creak I automatically assumed that it was this door that had opened. It’s heavy oak, you see, with an antique handle mechanism that will push the door open if not closed correctly. I enter the house through this door so I assumed I must not have closed it properly. But this was not the door that had opened. It was the kitchen door to my left, the one that leads into the main hallway. This door is somewhat more modern, and had been closed since I left the house. Only now it was opening. Slowly.

I found myself frozen on the spot, spatula in hand, fillet steak spitting. The sound of the cooking oil hissing had been very loud until now, now it seemed to fade as all I heard was the steady creak of the door opening so slowly I could hardly see it moving. I stood gawping, hardly breathing; until the sound of the door creaking seemed to be so loud it was deafening me. I moved around the corner of the kitchen units and raised the spatula like a disturbed chef, gripping the handle tightly as I prepared to swing at-

There was nothing there. Of course there was nothing there. The house was empty, I know because I had locked the front door and there was no sign of any forced entry. I must have left the door slightly ajar and a change in air pressure, presumably a sign of incoming adverse weather, had opened it. I laughed to myself again: how that secretary had affected me! I made a mental note to myself to mention it when I returned to work on Monday, I’m sure she would be delighted to know that her little joke had worked so superbly.

After my supper, the fillet steak significantly burned due to my latency with the opening door (oh how she would laugh) I had a shower and decided to settle in and read a book. The shower was okay. Other than the odd neck-prickle and imaginings of things waiting behind the steamy shower screen it was uneventful. I did decide to take my key ring with me, the one with the kingly gift of a white rabbit’s foot attached to it, only to ensure that if there actually was an intruder they would be unable to steal my new Mercedes. Less than a year old, you see, quite desirable.

Oh. There was a moment where the screen popped open whilst I showered: I suppose I knocked it, and at the bottom of the glass I thought I saw a paw print in the steam, but this was only a fleeting fancy: I must have rubbed one of my toes against the door in an odd fashion as I moved, thus creating the said “paw print”, even the long “claw” marks surrounding it. As I dried myself in the shower room I went so far as to imagine that I could see wiry brown animal hairs on the floor by the screen, even a few in the shower drain, but getting old is a bizarre process: one doesn’t just turn grey, one’s natural hair colour, blonde for myself, can change altogether. Even the way that the hair grows can alter. This is demonstrated often by young children whose hair will often transform as they grow up, from curly and ginger to straight brown in just a matter of years. So you see, these wiry brown hairs must have been my own. How incredibly interesting, the way the mind can draw such fantastical connections, from toe marks to ageing hair.

I retired to the living room to read: nothing particularly enthralling, I can’t even remember the name of the author it was so bland, but it was a nice distraction. Well, I write distraction, there was nothing to actually distract from, but I’m sure you understand my meaning. I was rather tired of all these day dreams, these imagined occurrences. I once again chose to have my keys with me, the keys and the rabbit’s foot, just in case I should realise that I had left something in the car. Not that I would be so absent minded as to do something like that: this was simply a precaution.

Now. I mentioned before that the book was bland, I confess this to be a gross understatement on my behalf: it was downright boring, mind-numbing, even. It must have been. Normally I find myself completely engrossed when I read, utterly disconnected from the physical word and lost in the thoughts of Shakespeare or some great and complex philosophy. However, this time I found I could hardly concentrate as my mind continued to conjure diversions. The day had waned to night, and I could hear strange noises coming from the hallway, a sharp tapping sound, like a nail on glass. The front door leads straight into the hallway, I hardly use it as it is further to walk from my driveway and there is no cloak room, it’s another heavy wooden door with two vertical rectangular windows built into the top half, and now something was tapping one of them. At first I ignored the sound, assuming it to be a fly or moth trying to find a way to the light of my home. But then the tapping moved to the window behind me. My long settee rests parallel to the rear external wall of my living room, and along the length of this wall there is a window and two large expensive curtains. This is where I heard the tapping move to, directly behind my head. Again I found myself unable to move. I tried to fight off this clammy paralysis: “It’s just a fly. Some insect trying to get to the light” I repeated to myself over and over again as I listened to the sharp steady tapping. It was a slow, steady sound. Deliberate. “Or maybe it’s just an animal trying to get to the heat. Maybe it’s hungry”.

Suddenly the tapping stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief, released the grip I had on my novel, and relaxed back into the settee, “Only a fly after all. Probably just trying to-“

A heavy thud in the hallway, right outside the living room door.

This time I was able to move, but I didn’t rush: I felt almost dream like. I stood and smoothly crossed the living room, feeling light and half-there, as if part of me was missing. I stood by the door for a few moments, then slowly turned the handle and opened it.

There, in the middle of the hallway, a few feet in front of the front door, lay the body of a rabbit. Its front right paw was missing, severed, and blood seeped from its stump and open mouth, caking its grey fur in thick, clotted lumps. It lay on its side, its feet towards me and its head pointing in the direction of the door to my right. I stood staring, my mouth agape. It wasn’t dead, as I had first perceived: it was taking rapid shallow breaths, and with every breath it gurgled forth more crimson blood that ran from its mouth in a line along the wooden floor. I approached the rabbit slowly, and as I crouched down its eyes turned from the door to meet my own. They were wide and startled, bulging. It looked as if it might have myxomatosis, but the eyes weren’t swollen shut. Though the rabbit breathed in perfect silence, its eyes were screaming. And they were staring right at me with absolute terror. Then the rabbit turned its gaze to my hand, and I realised that I was holding the rabbit’s foot. I don’t remember picking it up, but there it was, in my clutched fist. As I tried to work out at what point I had decided to bring the foot with me, the rabbit gargled loudly, it back legs kicked furiously, and then it was still, it’s eyes glazed upwards, maintaining that look of horror even in death.

I sat on my haunches, still in shock, when a thought dawned on me: She had done this. She had planned this all along to punish me for ridiculing her beliefs. That stupid fucking secretary, that meddling bitch with nothing better to do with her time. She was stood in the doorway, looking in through the glass, laughing at me, probably with a few of her bitch friends brought along for the show. A deep red rage bloomed inside me as I turned full body to the door, jaw clenched, rabbit foot gripped firmly in my hand. I looked up slowly, preparing to see their ridiculous faces pressing in on me. And then I wet myself.

It wasn’t the secretary. She wasn’t stood there laughing, she wasn’t there with her friends, she wasn’t there at all.

I wish it was her. But it wasn’t.

Something else was there, stood in silhouette in the right hand pane of glass. I felt the warmth spread about my pelvis and legs as my mind tried to conceptualize what it was being shown. It was the black silhouette of a hare, a long, slender hare. I could see its ears going back from its head, could see the slim shape of its midriff. It was standing on its back legs, must have been, because its head was nearly at the top of the large doorway, over 6 foot, it towered over me. I could see no other details in the darkness.

As I watched, it slowly extended one of its front paws into the glow of the hallway light so that I could see its wiry brown fur, its bent, limp wrist, and one long, black claw, raised like an old man’s pointed finger. I had never heard of a hare with claws like that. I stood, struggling to keep my feet, as it reached forward and slowly tapped the glass. It tapped three times, and then the claw moved downwards slightly, as if indicating something. I followed the direction of its movement and saw that it was pointing to my right hand: the rabbit’s foot.

Without thinking, I approached the door. I felt unable to stop myself from stepping forward, despite the icy fear that gripped me. I stopped just in front of the creature; it stood above me like a totem, unmoving. I could feel its shadowed eyes regarding me as I lifted the letter box and pushed through the rabbit’s foot, keys and all. For a moment nothing happened, then I saw the claw disappear into the darkness, the silhouette dropped back, lowered, and was gone.

I remained in the doorway for a while, in shock, before retreating back to the kitchen. I threw my clothes into the sink and splashed my face with cold water to wake myself up, so as to make sense of the situation. Leaning over the taps, shaking, I replayed the night’s events in my mind, trying to comprehend what had happened. Should I call the police? Would they believe me?

I stayed that way for a long while, my mind reeling, feeling like I was going to pass out. None of it seemed real. It couldn’t be. How was I going to… there’s no possible way that something like that could…

Then I snapped my fingers, looked up at my reflection in the kitchen window, and smiled. Of course! She had drugged me somehow, with a substance slow to be absorbed, something that the rabbit’s foot had been soaked in. Maybe it was an inhalant, secreted by that absurd gift. Yes! That was it! She must know some chemistry, that sly imbecile, or maybe she just likes to get high on weekends and thought it would be funny to see what the boss does when he’s “tripping”. Oh very droll, my dear, we shall see who’s laughing when you’re without a job next week. I bet when I go back into that hallway there will be nothing there. Not even a mark.

So I ran back to the hallway, and yes, it was empty. No dead rabbit. Nothing but me, naked and elated. Now that I had created some distance between myself and that blasted foot I could think straight again. I turned for the kitchen with a smile; I deserved a good stiff drink after all this.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I stopped dead, frozen in fear only for the briefest of moments as the drugs tried to take hold again before my logical mind started up again and reminded me that all these noises and sights were just part of some sort of hallucination. I turned and there it was again, the Hare, silhouetted and imposing. Only now it was pressing against the glass with a paw that was clawed and five fingered, almost like a human hand, but much longer. In its slim lengthy palm sat the small rabbit foot, pressed against the glass, but now it was covered in blood, thin red streams dripped down the glass. Then the paw pulled back, dropped the small white foot, and with one extended claw, tapped on the glass three times.

“I know you’re not there” I said with a smile that felt more like a grimace “You aren’t really tapping on my glass. You aren’t anywhere but in my mind. And you won’t be there for long, just until this hallucinogen wears off.”

The beast paused, it was as if I had stumped my own hallucination. Then it tapped again, and made the same downward gesture as before. I looked down at my right hand, feeling my blood run cold, first in my arm, then all over.

“You’re not real” I whispered “You’re not real and I gave you the rabbit’s foot. I don’t have it”

Three more taps, this time simultaneously from the living room and kitchen windows as well. The hare turned its head to the left, as if looking for the source of the new sounds. I felt the room began to whirl again as I tried to maintain my grip on reality. What had she given me? Then the Hare tapped again, with urgency, it pointed to my hand, and was gone.

So. That was my night. Quite eventful, I’m sure you’ll agree. There are some powerful drugs out there, you see. It’s been a few hours since I was stood in the hallway. I decided that the living room was best. There haven’t been any dead rabbits in here and the settee is comfortable. Comfort can help the brain think by reducing unnecessary stimulus, did you know that?

I think they like human hands. I couldn’t see their faces but I know that they have teeth; I could hear the bones of my fingers snapping and crunching like dry twigs. I thought that would make them happy, but they came back, and now they just point at the middle of me. It’s quite tedious, actually.

I have been thinking about what the secretary said to me when she set this funny little joke in motion, and I think I know what she was actually trying to tell me. Although I believe her limited IQ may have prevented her from completing her own thought, I may have succeeded in deciphering what she meant. I shall try to tell you, be patient with me though, it’s difficult to type with one hand:

You shouldn’t be so comfortable in what you know. The things that you know can’t hurt you. It’s those things that you don’t know that you should beware of. Knowledge is just a lantern in the dark. You can feed the flame, increase the light, but no matter how bright your lantern grows, no matter how safe you feel, there is always darkness beyond. And in this darkness there lurk beings that you cannot comprehend, ancient and malevolent. So tread with caution, as you light your lantern in the dark, for these beings have eyes. And they are watching.

Well, if you believe that sort of thing.

Credit To – Jimmy V

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