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๐Ÿ“… Published on September 11, 2012

"Typing"

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Estimated reading time โ€” 3 minutes

Stay calm.

You know, I never actually thought about this, but I really need to type this since typing always calmed me down, even if only slightly. As you suspected, I typed this because, well, Iโ€™m feeling kind of nervous for no apparent reason, but I think I know why. I have this weird feeling that makes me want to hide with someone in a corner. Or it could be that I watched one too many horror movies, which god knows has scared the crap out of me. I mean, I just watched โ€˜Sawโ€™ and it was pretty good until the masked guy popped up and I just jammed my eyes shut.

Thereโ€™s no one in this house at the moment except for my brother whoโ€™s sleeping in his bedroom, door closed. For some reason though, when I strain my ears, I donโ€™t just hear my breathing or his snores, I hear a pattering sound as well. I didnโ€™t quite feel like checking where the noise came from, but simple dismissed it as my imagination. Just to make sure though, I glanced at the kitchen. While I glance though, I canโ€™t help but feel someone is watching me from over my other shoulder; watching these exact words I am typing. I donโ€™t quite feel like moving or typing anymore.

Oh god. The feeling I felt earlier was really bothering me so I turned around, but there was nothing. I swear I saw a piece of cloth fluttering for a brief moment then disappear though. I think Iโ€™m going to go type in my room. Come to think of it, itโ€™s quite ironic how I, who absolutely adore watching horror movies, was feeling like this.

Hey whyโ€™s it so quiet suddenly? Wasnโ€™t my brother snoring loudly just a second ago? No, heโ€™s probably just stopped snoring. Yea, thatโ€™s – holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Iโ€™m not getting up. Iโ€™m gonna just stay here. If I get out of this chair, itโ€™s going to follow me. It had a fucking pale face with black freaking eyes staring at me from the reflection on my god-damn computer screen. Itโ€™s getting dark. But its November now and all, but it shouldnโ€™t be getting dark this fast. I think someone forgot to close the window. Itโ€™s kind of chilly. But why was the window open? Iโ€™m pretty sure I closed it. I think somethingโ€™s coming closer. What if it already killed my brother? Heโ€™s not snoring anymore. I donโ€™t think I can type anymore. I have to though. If I don’t it’s going to see Iโ€™m not doing anything and it’s going to come for me.

My fingers and arms are growing numb. Iโ€™m cold. Iโ€™m not getting up though. I think itโ€™s breathing on me. Oh my god itโ€™s beside me. Its headโ€ฆ Iโ€™m going to see its head soon. Noโ€ฆ I have to keep typing. If I stop Iโ€™m not going to be able to stay calm. My chest hurts. Itโ€™s getting hard to breath. Oh no. The door is opening by itself. Thereโ€™s creaking. Somethingโ€™s reaching over my shoulder. Iโ€™m not looking. No. Iโ€™m not going to fucking look. Its face is trying to get into my view. Holy shit I canโ€™t breathe. I donโ€™t want to die. No. No. No no no no no. Help. Iโ€™m not looking away from the keyboard. Leave me alone.

Oh. Good.

I hear my brother. He came down and asked my where the cookies were. Iโ€™m so relieved. Iโ€™ll get back to typing in a minute, Iโ€™m going to turn around and tell my brother were it is. Iโ€™ll finish typing in a bit. Thank goodness I have a broryuoriawq

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