Something weird happened today Day 1: I had just settled down into bed and turned the light off when I started hearing an odd breathing noise by my closet. It lasted for only a few moments, then stopped. It’s been about 2 hours now, I can’t quite sleep yet, but I haven’t heard it since. Perhaps I’m just stressed. It happened again. Day 2: I don’t understand, why would this happen twice? I heard the breathing again after I turned off the light. It lasted longer this time. It lasted for probably a whole minute tonight, maybe a little more. I was really tired. I was probably just hearing things.
Day 3: Okay, this is getting creepy now. I tried to go to bed early tonight. I turned the light off, crawled into bed, got all cozy and closed my eyes, and the breathing started again. It had to have lasted at least five minutes. I couldn’t bring myself to see if anything was there. It disappeared again, just as quickly as it came.
Day 14: The breathing won’t stop. I can’t keep doing this. I’ve got to be hallucinating. I sleep with the light on now. The breathing lasts for a long time.
Day 23: In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. The breathing. Again with the breathing. I can hear it. I go to bed and I can hear it. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. So rhythmic. So strange. It’s scary. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Day 27: THE BREATHING. The breathing. the breathing. the BREATHING. The Breathing. the breathing. In out in out in out in out in out. losing it. in out in out in out in out I can’t keep doing this. in out in out in out in out in out. Hours.
IT WON’T STOP.
MAKE IT STOP.
in out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out…
She was certain she was going insane. Her diary was just flat out scary to read, she was becoming obsessive. This going on for over a month now, every night. Brittany was sure she heard the breathing in her room again tonight. The lights were on, as always. She couldn’t sleep without them. She never could, right? The breathing continued. It was… strange.
It sounded too airy to be in this room. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, it was almost like she was in a bathroom, or a hallway that echoed heavily, even though she was in her room that didn’t echo. There it was though, none-the-less, she could here it by her closet. Outside of her closet. She was hiding under the blankets, because when she was scared in her bedroom, she still subscribed to the same thoughts that she did when she was little. The blanket would keep her safe.
Finally, Brittany had enough of hiding and slowly and shakily, but steadily, she slid the blanket down away from her face. Bracing for the most terrifying thing she could imagine, she finally drug the blankets away from her eyes, and…
There was nothing there. The breathing hadn’t stopped yet. Steady. In. Out. In. Out. Big, deep breathes. She was losing her mind.
That’s it. She had a late onset of Schizophrenia and now she was several screws short of a working clock.
“Get yourself together.” She commanded herself. She got up and went over to where she heard the breathing. I’m doing the stupid horror movie thing she thought. I’m going to get myself killed.
She continued anyway. The breathing got louder as she got closer. It wasn’t retreating. In a way, she found solace in the idea that this was all just a continual hallucination. It was a lot easier to face something when you realized it wasn’t real. As she slowly stepped toward the sound, she became more and more relaxed. It was alright. It wasn’t real. She finally got to the spot where the breathing was at.
Whatever was breathing let out a little grunt as she ran into. Brittany screamed and ran from the room. She tore downstairs like a bat out of hell, and grabbed a butcher knife. She could hear slow, heavy footsteps upstairs.
Brittany was shaking so hard she could barely hold the knife. She had to continue wiping the tears out of her eyes so she could see. Her breathing heavy and labored, she went slowly toward the front door.
Suddenly, the foot steps stopped in the bedroom, and started right next to the stairs in the hallway. Being one of many affected by train wreck syndrome, Brittany couldn’t keep herself from looking. As she looked up, she gasped in horror at what she saw.
The creature, the thing, was transparent. It shimmered, just out of focus, but she was still able to make out the details.
It was tall, nearly hitting it’s head on the 9 foot ceilings. The head was oversized for the body. It’s eyes, oh God, it’s eyes. They were too close together in the giant head, and they were holes. True, blue holes that went so far back into a black abyss within it’s skull. The nose was a deep, wide hole as well, that seemed to find more space to continue back into than there actually was depth of the creatures head. There was a flap of skin crossing from top to bottom. The mouth was strange. She didn’t think it could move it’s lips, or whatever it might be called. It’s teeth looked like a terrifying cross between metal bars and those blue whale teeth. They also receded into the abyss that was it’s head. The body was not just lean, but unfathomable skinny compared to the head. The arms looked as though they could hold nothing, and she could not understand how the creature could stand, or make such heavy footsteps. Then there were the hands. The hands ended in ragged, wicked looking claws. Where are the fingers? She thought. Why aren’t there any fingers? Brittany started sobbing.
The creature stopped shimmering and disappeared. Brittany was frozen, a deer in the headlights, just waiting to be hit. Suddenly it appeared, fully realized in the room, in the same spot it was in before. It made strange, guttural huffing sounds. There were different tones and lengths to it, as if it was trying to speak to her. Suddenly, it tilted it’s head back and let out an impossibly loud, long and painful screech. Brittany felt like her ears were going to bleed. It hurt so bad.
The creature lowered it’s head and stopped just as quickly as it started. Brittany’s ears were ringing so loudly, she couldn’t hear the creature breathing anymore, or anything else for that matter. She was effectively deaf. The creature took a step forward, descending to the top stair. Brittany, finally stuck out of her morbid trance, took two steps back, hand behind her, frantically hoping to find the front door. The creature took another step, disappeared, and reappeared immediately three steps below.
Brittany became much more frantic, walking backward quickly, running into anything be damned.
When she couldn’t feel a door knob after several more steps, she turned to run to the door. As soon as she turned, she felt a hand on her chest, she looked down to see a long, thin, fingerless yet claw filled hand directly over her heart. She screamed and the creature screamed back. That long, piercing, painful screech. Though the sound itself was incredibly high pitched, she could feel sound reverberating in her. It seemed to come from the hand. Her whole body shook continually, as though in a club. Brittany was determined to get away from this vile thing, and she stabbed at the hand.
Suddenly, she felt strangely shocked. Her body went numb, and the strangest thing of all, there was no breathing behind her. No reverberations in her body. No body heat behind her. Then, as feeling slowly tingled back, she realized there was no pressure from it’s hand on her chest.
Brittany looked down to see blood pouring down her shirt, the butcher knife buried nearly to the handle in her chest. Well, that’s interesting. She thought. She was confused, but not yet in pain, she turned and ran to grab the phone and dial 911. The creature appeared again and again at different places in the living room, but it seemed to be behind her eyes. Fading in and out, in and out, very rhythmic in a way. She knew she didn’t have much time left, she felt so strange. So peaceful, and so strange. The world was getting fuzzy. Brittany was tired. Perhaps she would rest before she called them. Who were they anyway? It didn’t really matter. She was too tired. Brittany crouched down and laid on the ground by one of the chairs. She slid the blanket off the chair.
It was unseasonably cold. Brittany wondered why. She breathed in and out, in and out. Hollow, shallow breaths. In and out. In and out. I’ll sleep for just a little bit. Just a nap, Brittany thought as she closed her eyes.
*drawing courtesy of yours truly.