Speaker 1: When things spiral, I've always resorted disputing my thoughts down
on paper. Something about seeing everything laid out tends to
clear my mind. Unfortunately, it also ends up making the
mistakes made even more glaring. But little embarrassment and a
handful of regrets aren't much to worry about At this point.
I've been dealing with the situation. Yeah, most people have
their fair share of problems that this one's gone from
being a tad absurd to an outright train wreck in
the stupidest way. It started months ago. Long story short,
there's a squid monster that lives in the woods behind
my house. I know how it sounds, but I swear
there's a six foot tall, tentacled being that just hides
along the trees out there. I still don't fully know
why or how something that should live in waters survives
out there, but I sure did. It's weird. Sometimes it
spreads seemingly endless tendrils outwards, blending into the grass and dirt.
Other Times it focuses more on height, twisting in on
itself and stretching outwards and hiding in a mess of
branches and leaves. Naturally, it has a slightly purple tone
to its flesh. I guess you'd figure it'd stick out
even if it is dark out there. Well, unfortunately, it's
full of solutions. They've got this fun little hobby of
changing the entire texture and color of its skin so
as to better blend in wherever it's hiding. Meaning when
pretending to be a tree, it is borderline impossible to notice,
but sprawling out on the ground and elevation differences gets
the better of it, since the head can never flatten
out enough to fully mitigate its aspect. All this is stuff.
It's just fun facts I've learned about it over time.
It could be basically invisible if it wanted to. Unfortunately,
it decided that it wanted to be noticed. And after
it made that choice, it found out that it really
enjoyed watching me react at the sight of it through
my window. At least that's the only way I can
make some sort of sense out of all this mess.
I had no idea what to do back then, and
was basically terrified ninety percent of the time. Doing nothing
wasn't helping, so I picked off the problems I could,
starting with figuring out if I was just crazy or
if all this was actually real says, it seemed set
on keeping its distance for the time being. I covered
the house in a pretty crazy camera setup. That move
that murdered my bank got results, but also making things
significantly worse. While I quickly am asked footage of it
and proof it was real, it was tied up with
something far more bitter, the realization of just how often
it was around. At first, I had a motion detector
set to beep anytime something was picked up, but when
it started going off every ten to fifteen minutes, it
wasn't long before it got muted. Was that just ignoring
the problem? Yeah, But the other option was making myself
sick with anxiety and dropping a truckload of paranoia on
my brain. Given that falling asleep was already enough of
a problem even before all of this figured, I'd die
of exhaustion long before I came up with an answer,
or before the squid made its move. Ignorance was far
from bliss, but it was enough to keep going day
in day out. Well. I kept building up a stockpile
of photos and videos of it, my so called undeniable
proof and my ticket to getting the cops involved. I
don't really know what I expected them to do, but
I was convinced that getting armed help of any kind
was my way out of this. It's just you get
stuck in your head. After dealing with something like that
for so long, it's easy to forget that what's now
normal still isn't to the rest of the world. So
when you lose that respective and you start a conversation
with where it could be summarized as, oh, hey, there's
a squid living in the woods and it's stalking me,
people don't really take anything that follows seriously. I tried
several times with more and more concrete footage, but all
I ever got in return was a oh, it's probably
some teen pulling a prank, or well, hey, if they
don't cross the property line, there's nothing illegal here. It
didn't make sense to me. How could they look at it,
changing to blend in and still think that it was
something a normal piece of tech or an idiot but
a costume could pull off, not even touching on its
unnatural movement. How each tentacle was capable of moving independently.
Every time I tried, I left with the sound of
them mocking and laughing at me, still ringing in my ears,
At that point, I just wanted someone to see what
I did, so I tried at least posting what evidence
I had online, but either it was called AI or
impressive special effect. Sure there was a guy or two
that was convinced, but when their post histories involved mostly
conspiracy ramblings or ratings of obscure porn, that didn't exactly
feel like the kind of company I wanted to keep.
For some reason, I had these standards like, at least
I wasn't that crazy. Yeah, given my diminishing sanity at
the time, Yeah, that was vastly overstating how I was doing.
So I'd hit a wall. I'se a lot of options,
stuck knowing that I was being stalked, but with nothing
I could do about it. Every day could have been
the day that I finally decided to do more than
just watch. Instead, time just ticked away, days turns into months,
and slowly I fell into a routine of ignoring the
problem again. Really, it was only a matter of time
before things got bad again, though I still don't have
an answer as to why things changed when they finally did.
One morning, I just woke up to rabbit corpses strung
up along the back of my fence. It didn't take
a genius to figure out what had done it. It
wasn't an easy watch when I finally got the nerve
to check the recordings. Even factoring in the distance and
video quality, the brutality and cruelty is still burnt into
my memories. Each of the animals had been alive at
the time it was attached, left a hang wrapped in
the part that made this somehow even worse. The squid
had torn off its own tendrils, Unlike the ones I'd
seen it used most of the time to move around.
They were thin, hard to break, long enough to be
a perfect replacement for rope, assuming you ignored how they bled, rotted,
and how disgusting it looked and smelt. Not knowing where
else to turn, I fell back on old habits. I
managed to convince myself that the cops had to take
this seriously. After that, and there were bodies involved, I mean,
even yes, if they were just rodents, it's more than
what I'd had up until this point. Well, I guess
was right. It did end up getting them to do
a single investigation, one that ended after an hour. When
officers left, they seemed tense. I swear they saw something,
but no matter how many times I asked, it got ignored.
They just left, leaving me feeling more defeated than I
ever had been. That was the breaking point in a
lot of ways. I started looking into getting a gun,
something that I avoided after the cops mentioned it could
be some idiot in a costume. Of course, I knew
that was obviously bullshit, but I lacked the nerve back
then and wasn't ready to commit murder to get out
of this, not that it mattered in the end. At
some point, reporting to the cops like I had must
have been put into a file. It came up when
a background check was done, so I got flagged as
a mental risk. When I pivoted from that, I considered
moving quickly realized that it really wasn't an option financially, occupationally,
or contractually. While getting out prioritizes not dying, there was
the potential of never finding more work. The job market
is a deeper hell than I was drowning, and I
could be without a place to stay, no savings, no
safety in that, starving out on the street, cold and alone.
At least if the squid decided to finally get rid
of me, it'd probably be quicker. I'd also die full
and warm if given the choice. Delusional conclusions. Maybe, But
after facing this problem for months, I can't say that
my thoughts were in the best place. So after so
long of that stupid game, I just got to a
point where I reached acceptance, grew numb to it all.
After all, even the scariest and loudest jump scares eventually
stop hitting when you see it every day, I was
just part of the routine. Since things didn't seem to
get worse. Kind of started to feel like we had
a quiet agreement. It got to watch me all at
once as long as it stayed on that side of
the fence, and I'd just have to get rid of
the message make from time to time. Not that cleaning
up was completely without experimentation. If I immediately removed the bodies,
more showed up sooner. If I left them a hanging
for too long, something living in the woods would eventually
try eating them. The squid really seemed to really hate that,
and I'd find larger animals like raccoons and foxes, a
few birds of prey just left dead and left on
the ground in front of the decorated fence. At some
point I reached a state of me genius, and I
got this hypothesis stuck in my head that maybe my
clearing up approach was wrong from the start. I put
on gloves, stuff everything in trash bags, throw it out
like normal trash. From much perspective, that'd be like me
accepting its gift that it had been leaving. So instead
I tried sprang the bodies with a hose so they
fell off where they were hanging from, and leaving them there,
hoping that that make it clear I both saw it
its offering and had no use for it. I can't
explain how hyped I was to find out that my
message did indeed get across, though the results were less
than perfect. It made it change its habits. Yes, but
instead of leaving me food, it started knocking over the
trash and eating whatever scraps were left. So maybe instead
of not seeming interested, I just told them I have
too much food. Still, it was an improvement, even if
I'd just replaced one type of mess with another. This
one was only annoying and not an outright massacre. He
wasn't a situation I wanted to deal with. But at
least it became manageable. After everything that happened, I could
live with that. Fortunately, though, just as some degree of
understanding was being reached, I made a mistake I couldn't
ever recover from one that wasn't due to the squid
at all.
Speaker 2: No.
Speaker 1: Instead, their name was Jake. He lived near my house
growing up. Was always a little strange, but I'd chalk
that up to a weird sense of humor. It's not
like we were best friends, but those days. Once every
few months, the dude would randomly hit me up. It
was the most basic of basic conversations. How could I
have known what it would lead to? So, what's new
with you? I could have talked about work or whatever
I was playing, or how the weather had been. That
was pretty awful. I'd made real progress the squid problem.
I didn't need to talk about it. But I was
stupid and didn't try treasure what I had going. I
wanted to rant, to complain, feel like I wasn't crazy.
For once in a blue moon, stupid, stupid, stupid. I
caught him up in the bullship my forced squid, showed
him the pictures and videos, and he just kept asking
for details like an idiot, I answered, never questioning why
he was so interested in it, though the signs were
obviously there. It started with saying how pretty the color
they were most of the time was, or how it
was more of an octopus anatomically, which didn't make much
sense after thinking about it for more than five seconds,
the octa being the glitting problem given it has more
than six tentacles. I think he was just trying to
sound smart while talking out of his ass. His obsessions
on strange details were uncomfortable, to say the least, like
how he said it sways its hips when it moves,
despite having none to speak of, if it had a
beak hiding under all those limbs, or if it had
one heart or two, what skin to sucker contact would
feel like. Unfortunately, I answered like he was asking legitimate questions. Sure,
it fell off, but that squid had been tossing in
a dash of unending nightmares to my day to day
life for so long. How could I ever imagine those
strange little tangents of his were implying what they did.
I mean, even after rereading the logs, I still don't
fully understand when it happened, But somehow, Jake, this conversation
had become about another thing entirely, and it turned out
I'm dumb as a sack of bricks for not even
fully processing everything until he bluntly made his tastes clear.
He even included art he found relevant. You know that stuff. Yeah,
I don't ever want to remember, much less write down
the details. The visceral revulsion that hits lands significantly harder
when you're faced with a subject in question waiting directly
outside your window. The details don't need to be recorded
beyond that, just know that it took me a long
time to respond or even process that he could see
that thing as a possibly a possible mate. Boyfriend or girlfriend.
Doesn't feel like the right word to use when half
the combo is more tentacle than body. Of course, I
say the obvious things like it's going to kill you
if you show up, or how it might get pissed
at me and ruin this little cold war thing I've
got going on for me. I even got desperate enough
to try and argue that it wasn't even a recognizable gender,
so it might not even be physically possible promoting a
horrifying It's close enough for me, tentacles can fill a
lot of gaps. I still remember wanting to crawl out
of my skin after that. I hated it, And even
after he made his intentions completely clear, I still tried
to pretend like it was just it was just all
a stupid joke and hoped that this had never come
up again. He'd stopped talking after that, so I could
still pray that maybe, just maybe he was just drunk,
but he was messaging. I'm not that lucky, unfortunately, because
two days later he was knocking like his life depended
on it. When I eventually gave up and opened the
door for him, he looked like a mass in. His
hair was tangled and had leaves and sticks stuck in it,
and he was covered and caked on dirt. This this
is a joke, right, You expect me not to show
up after all that? You stopped responding, So yeah, I
had to prepare by rolling around in the dirt and
diving into bushes. There's definitely a bush to dive into.
But no, it's called blending in. Is that is that
that supposed to be like a sex a sex thing?
It's a squid. I actually don't think it details details
please leave. No, come on, this is a once in
a lifetime chance you got. You gotta show god. I
still remember the manic look on his face, and I
tried closing the door on his face, practically clawing at
the doorframe before he forced his way in. He was
dedicated to this in a way that I'd never seen before.
This isn't like that weird anime thing you sent before, right, Jake.
I mean it's been out there stalking me for months,
lucky Bestard, I take anything being interested in me. At
this point, I was a little knocked off guard by
the depressing honesty of that, and unfortunately I was stupid
enough to consider that maybe this was more complicated. You
do it, okay, man? Like did you did you stop
taking your meds or something? Let's not get into that.
So have you gone back there looking for it yet? Jake?
What you're aiming for here isn't gonna happen. Oh yit,
Come on, sit down. You aren't thinking right, I'm fine.
It was an obvious lie. But he went and sat
down on the couch, and I had a real opportunity
to at least try and steer the conversation away from
his stupid degeneracy, be honest with me, how were things?
Instead of looking in the eye, his attention was drawn
to the table lamp beside me. It was made of
metal and had a glass lamp shade, a real fancy
antique that he immediately got to, pulling the small chain
and turning on and off, stopping eventually to ask, have
you got out looking for it? Jake? You can ask
as many times as you want, but the answer still no.
It's too dangerous. Again, he delayed his response, just letting
the repeated click of the lamp turning on and off
to fill the air. Has it ever done anything to
you besides kill? Animals were in my sleep, knock over
my trash and making me seem crazy. His eyes finally
moved away from the lamp to me, it's not actually
attacking you, just the wildlife, Just wildlife. Come on, Jake,
you can't be that naive. You've never been out there.
You don't know what they're like. It was like my
words weren't even reaching him. He ignored so much of
what I said, just to go back to the same
thing over and over. He was so outrageous and stupid,
but somehow sent off a sick feeling that kept boiling
in my stomach. Still, I convinced myself that if I
could just lure him away from this topic, maybe maybe
it would save him. All Right, it's not going anywhere.
How about we go out, we watch a flick or something. Right,
I hear a bunch of stuff is reviewing really well
lately the lamp clicked on and off again and again
and again. You don't even know what's playing, do you?
Has that ever stopped us before? Remember that one summer
when we snuck into the theater and we hop from
movie to movie? Did everything sucked worse than the last?
You're trying to distract me. It doesn't come out till night, Jake,
Then I'll wait here. I got so desperate then, not
just to save him from himself, but to avoid him
breaking what little stability I'd built up. Please stop, Either
it eats you alive, or it doesn't show up and
you get lost in the woods. The forest isn't even
that big. I don't have to get lost in Pretty
sure you could find a way, given that you've in
an never camped. You barely leave your house. He avoid,
you're looking at me, attention locked back on the metal, lamp.
I'm going to go out and see her. You'll die.
How many times do we have to repeat that before
it sinks in? And that'd be fine by me? It
excuse me. I'd rather go out doing what I loved
and deal with the other crap going on. Jake, please
breathe think this over. You're acting delusional. It's a monster
looking for a meal, not a whatever you think it is.
A meal is a date, regardless of the menu. How
does a person even respond to something like that? It's
a joke. I should have been able to play into it,
make some retort about how terrible his tasted women is.
But when everything's overshadowed by the reality of what he wants,
how obviously messed up in the head he was. How
I could wreck the fragile status quo I had going
ended up presorting to a threat. If the only way
to stop you is calling the cops for trespassing, I've
got ample proof. There's cameras all over, and you forced
your way in, go for it. I'll be in the
forest by the time they show up. You'll get caught
long before it gets dark, and I'll just have to
show up at night. Once I get bailed out, Jake.
No matter what you tell yourself, this is it worth it?
It really is. Though You've got the hottest thing I've
ever seen waiting for your dick, and you just act
like a bitch about it. If you're not gonna hop
on that, I will wanting my What I mean, really,
how are you really this goddamn stupid I'm the one
who will have to deal with the situation if anything
happens to you, and come with me. You can introduce us.
Make sure the introductions go buttery smooth. I'm not I'm
not marching to my death just because you've got this
stupid idea rammed in your head. You're gonna get yourself
killed and I'll be the one left telling your parents
you died trying to screw a squid. It'd be an
improvement on there. And they haven't talked to each other
without spiraling into an argument in three years. That's yeah,
It's stupid, isn't it. They hate each other and they're
actively fucking other people. But won't untie that knot because
it's a sin fighting twenty four to seven, Though that's
good in hindsight. This is miles above my piggride. My
sanity has been battering again and again for months now.
How was I supposed to talk someone down when my
own brain was being held together with tape and copious
months of ignoring every problem that came my way? Jake,
come on, man, let's go out. Get a drink, pike
your mind off everything. I don't need that. I rushed
over the second you showed me everything, and I won't
let you get in our way. Rushed over. Last time
we talked was like two days ago. Before I could
finish that final word, the lamp he'd been fiddling with
came colliding into my skull. The details after that are
foggy even now. There was a sickeningly loud cracking sound,
some shattering glass too, but they seemed inconsequential now. It
was Jake's completely expressionless face and his dead looking eyes
that managed to cut through the damage the clearest looking back.
Maybe it was strange that I got stuck on the
time aspect before the nonsense about getting in the way.
But was it because that problem felt real? Well, his
obsession was just repeating nonsense. Clearly pointing the problem out
triggered what came after. But why I don't know, and
not that the answer to the puzzle would help me
much now, much less back then. The blow to the
head was bad enough that I should have died. Instead,
I woke up being held together by a dozen arms.
It was a sense of safety I hadn't felt since
I was a child, a feeling quickly smashed to pieces.
When I finally opened my eyes, the room was drenched
in blood. There wasn't anything identifiable, just hunks of metals
spread around randomly across the floor. The monster that had
been stalking me for so long had wrapped itself all
around me while I was out cold, prodding at my skull.
Countless little appendages, some dug deep, others scratched the surface,
but all of them broke something. Words couldn't come. My
body couldn't move, and only my mind was left screaming,
begging for it all to end. Each movement it made
led to a pressure building within my brain and in
my eyes, escalating to what seemed like the only possible endpoint.
Just as I felt like my life was over, the
prime tentacles pulled back and a voice filled my mind.
Each phrase came with an unnatural tone, some whispers, while
others battered every sense I understand. We have learned the
source disgusting, harmful, unworthy, desperate. Yep, the corpse. He is useful.
We misunderstood feelings, affection, admiration, and clarity through consumption and love.
How awful it was, Yet you breathe, so we are happy.
I drew my head upwards and locked, forcing me to
stare up at its purple and orange eyes that are
horizontal irises, moving ever so slightly. They were unnatural and unnerving.
It breathtaking, lee beautiful. It was a moment that felt
like it lasted in eternity, and hours seemed to meld
and pass like seconds. That's how things ended up the
way they have. So she hasn't left since then. Sometimes
I give in to the peace and comfort she offered.
We share meals and act like a screwed up couple
and pretend nothing's wrong. Other times she seems on the
edge of ripping me apart. That wakes me up enough
to remind me that I need to run. No matter
how far I travel, I'd always end up back home.
And even resorted to praying for a while that maybe
work or the police could figure out what happened. But
like always, no matter how blatant the proof or how
obviously wrong things were, problems always work out in her favor,
leaving me ensnared in her loving embrace, her tentacles wrapped
around my throat as an ever looming reminder, constantly dancing
on a razor's edge. How did a simple what's new
with you? Spiral into this? This wasn't something I wanted
to deal with Hell, I actively did everything I could
to avoid getting involved with her for months. That's not
even the most frustrating part. What gets me is that
I know Jake is a bastard, and I should be
glad he's dead. Instead, there's just too many missing pieces
muddying the water. Why did those real moments have to
slip in between him wanting to screw the damn squid
you tried to murder me? I've earned the right to
hate that guy, haven't I? And then why won't that
resentment stick? Am I convinced he's a victim in this too?
Or Am I just just too used to that thought
as a way of telling myself not the fall for
the comfort that grows more and more tempting as the
days pass. Even after writing all this down. I don't know.
The fact remains that Jake opened the door for her,
and instead of getting what he wanted, his dream.
Speaker 2: Was was forced on me while his corpse went cold
as it coated the floors and walls. Now the only
way to survive is to keep her happy. This is
my life now.
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