19 Aug Don’t Ask Questions You Don’t Want The Answers To
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"Don't Ask Questions You Don't Want The Answers To"Written by
Estimated reading time — 2 minutes
You know we’re here. We’re that presence you feel the thing that pushes you to run up or down the stairs as if the steps were made of hot coals. We’re the thing that keeps you turning around when walking down a dark empty street alone. We’re the thing that makes you cower under the covers. We find that useless. We’re strong enough to rip those blankets from your sweaty, fear filled grasp. But only if we wanted too, right now we don’t. If you continue to run from us, which you should, we won’t feel the need to get you. At least right now anyways. But if you try to confront us, befriend us you’re sorely mistaken. The only thing that keeps us at bay is the amusement we get from toying with you.
If you try something stupid, like walking slowly down a dark alley way with your head held high then we’ll find you. The people that find your bodies will be lucky if they can scrape up enough of you to be identified.
Or if you try something else, something riskier, like maybe using an Ouija board, we won’t need to find you. Because things far worse than us, with bright red eyes, will get you. Remember that girl who played with one? The one the police said ran away, because in all the years they hadn’t even found a body? Or maybe you know her from a friend, or perhaps you met her in a nightmare. The creatures that got her won’t even show as much mercy as we will, how could they show any remorse? They’ll be too busy picking your warm, sticky flesh from their teeth.
So next time you feel like being rebellious. Don’t. If you do, pray that we find you, and not the beings even worse than us. Things beyond your worst nightmares, things that will haunt your dreams.
So don’t look for us.
And stop looking under the bed. Or checking the closet. Lastly, stop moving the shower curtain to make you feel safer. Because one time, when you slide the curtain to the side, someone will be there. And they won’t be friendly. You’ll want to know what they’re doing in there, or what they are.
But trust me, I’ve been a victim of that ignorance, you should never ask questions you don’t want the answer to. That’s right, I played a little game. It’s no longer a game, it’s life, and now I’m trapped endlessly. Forever. Inside the board that called my killers. You see though, I’m not dead. I’m here. I’m watching. I’m waiting too, just waiting to drag you down into the abyss in which my soul resides. So hurry along now, because by now you know too much, and by now they’re in your house. Watching. Waiting. Next time you look for them, they won’t hide.
AND REMEMBER. Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.
Credit To: MKS1894