Speaker 1: I used to shower with my bedroom door open just
Speaker 1: a crack For whatever dumb reason, the tiny, cramped apartment
Speaker 1: bathroom that I've had to deal with for the last
Speaker 1: nine years or so loves to steam and fog up,
Speaker 1: even with the water on warm instead of hot. And
Speaker 1: since my crappy as hell landlord refused to fix the
Speaker 1: ceiling mounted fan which would have ventilated the room, along
Speaker 1: with the fact that it caused the ancient off white
Speaker 1: paint to sweat and start developing mold patches, something which
Speaker 1: he would have charged me to clean, I made the
Speaker 1: decision to leave the door open a bit to allow
Speaker 1: the steam to escape. For almost a decade, nothing out
Speaker 1: of the ordinary happened, and I went about my daily life.
Speaker 1: The habit became a routine. It was until two months
Speaker 1: or so ago. See I was alone that day. My
Speaker 1: roommate had gone out for the day to take part
Speaker 1: in some bowling tournament, and I had the run of
Speaker 1: the place for the next four day to six hours.
Speaker 1: As it was my day off from work, I decided
Speaker 1: to start it off with a hot, long, relaxing shower,
Speaker 1: so I grabbed a fresh set of towels from the
Speaker 1: small closet next to my bedroom. Stepped inside, and after
Speaker 1: turning on the water to let it warm up, I
Speaker 1: hopped in. I just lathered the soap up in my
Speaker 1: hair when I heard a noise come from just outside.
Speaker 1: It was almost masked by the sound of the water
Speaker 1: splashing down on the floor of the tub, but it
Speaker 1: was out of place enough that I caught it. S great.
Speaker 1: It was similar to the sound that you'd hear if
Speaker 1: you dragged long fingernails down the wall. I froze, the
Speaker 1: shampoo dripping down over my face, making it difficult to
Speaker 1: see anything. The sound came again. For a moment, the
Speaker 1: thought of someone breaking in flashed through my mind. I mean,
Speaker 1: after all, the neighborhood I live in has the nickname
Speaker 1: of Methpire for a reason. But if someone had broken
Speaker 1: a window or forced the lock, I would have heard it.
Speaker 1: The place isn't exactly big enough to miss those sounds.
Speaker 1: I finally opened my mouth, Tyler. Instantly, the sound, which
Speaker 1: had begun to repeat a third time, ceased. The entire
Speaker 1: place had gone silent, save for the water. I felt
Speaker 1: a small amount of annoyance zapp through me. Tyler, this
Speaker 1: better not be another one of your games, I thought,
Speaker 1: as I hurriedly washed the shampoo out of my hair.
Speaker 1: My roommate had a habit of being a horror junkie
Speaker 1: into lighting and attempting to play pranks on me. Knowing
Speaker 1: that I had a tendency to be a little jumpy.
Speaker 1: Without shutting off the water, I reached out, grabbed the
Speaker 1: towel off the rack, and stepped out out, wrapping it
Speaker 1: around my waist. Tyler, I swear to God, if this
Speaker 1: is another attempt to scare me, I'm gonna kick your ass,
Speaker 1: I called, striding across the toiled floor and yanking the
Speaker 1: door all the way open. I looked around. There was
Speaker 1: nobody in the living room or the kitchen, which opened
Speaker 1: off of it. I glanced around, and then, just to
Speaker 1: ease my mind, I walked first to my bedroom then
Speaker 1: to Tyler's looking in. Both were empty and there wasn't
Speaker 1: exactly any place for someone to quickly hide in either. Hmm, okay,
Speaker 1: must have been hearing things. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned
Speaker 1: and jumped back into the shower to finish up. And
Speaker 1: that evening, when Tyler came back home from celebrating a
Speaker 1: win with his bowling team, apparently having blitched the competition,
Speaker 1: I decided to question him. We sat in the kitchen
Speaker 1: table eating Chinese takeout. Hey ty, I asked, casually, glancing
Speaker 1: up from my chopsticks. Yeah, he mumbled through a mouthful
Speaker 1: of his food, causing me to roll my eyes at
Speaker 1: his lack of manners. You didn't happen to come home
Speaker 1: earlier today, did you? He looked up at me, a
Speaker 1: slightly perplexed expression on his face. No, man, I was
Speaker 1: at the alley until three. You're not drinking when the
Speaker 1: boys till five? Why? I searched his face. The guy
Speaker 1: had a tendency to chew a little too much when
Speaker 1: he was bullshitting. It was a tell that I had
Speaker 1: learned a spot of his thanks to endless nights of
Speaker 1: playing poker. No reason. Just thought i'd heard something while
Speaker 1: I was in the shower this morning. I looked at him,
Speaker 1: smirking slightly. I thought you might have, you know, come
Speaker 1: back to grab something you needed, and decided to try
Speaker 1: and pull one over on me again. He led out
Speaker 1: a huge burp in response, then reached forward and grabbed
Speaker 1: his bottle of coke, tilting it back and taking a swig. Hmm,
Speaker 1: No man, he said, simply using the back of his
Speaker 1: sleeve to wipe his lips. Besides, if I'd come back
Speaker 1: and try to scare you, you hadn't known it, he
Speaker 1: led out a laugh, attempting to imitate Vincent Price. After
Speaker 1: a moment of studying him, I shared it he was
Speaker 1: clearly telling the truth. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess you're right, bro,
Speaker 1: I said, dropping my chopsticks into the empty container and
Speaker 1: hawking it over my shoulder into the trash can. He
Speaker 1: leaned back and, using his own empty container, feigned being
Speaker 1: a basketball player and acted like he was making a
Speaker 1: free throw. The container bounced off the edge, making us
Speaker 1: both laugh. I pushed what had to be a trick
Speaker 1: of my mind out of my head, and the two
Speaker 1: of us spent the rest of the night playing video
Speaker 1: games downing beers. The next week went by without any
Speaker 1: strange noises, and I almost completely forgot about the strange incident.
Speaker 1: Ty had gone out for the evening on a date,
Speaker 1: and after binge watching all three Creature from the Black
Speaker 1: Lagoon movies, I flicked the television off and headed for
Speaker 1: the shower. Hopping in, I softly hummed the Jane Mansfield
Speaker 1: song Too Hot to Handle. And lauthered myself up with soap.
Speaker 1: I just got the shampoo in my hair when I
Speaker 1: heard the scraping sound again. This time was a bit louder,
Speaker 1: and I knew it hadn't been my imagination either. I
Speaker 1: became still as a statue, my head under the water
Speaker 1: and blurred between it and the shampoo, slowly being wrenched
Speaker 1: out of its own accord. I held my breath listening.
Speaker 1: The sound came again. This time, instead of on the wall,
Speaker 1: the scrape clearly came from the doorframe to the bathroom.
Speaker 1: I felt my heart thudding hard in my chest, and
Speaker 1: my eyes widened as I saw a shadow filter through
Speaker 1: the shower curtain. It was the shadow of the bathroom
Speaker 1: door slowly opening. If I'm my voice, Who's out there?
Speaker 1: I called, attempting to sound as tough and authoritative as
Speaker 1: I could, Just like last time. The moment I spoke up,
Speaker 1: all the movement and sound ceased, the apartment going silent.
Speaker 1: This time, however, the air felt charged, as if the
Speaker 1: tension in it were palpable enough to be cut with
Speaker 1: a knife. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the
Speaker 1: edge of the curtain. As I grabbed the closest thing
Speaker 1: I could find as a weapon bottle of shampoo. It
Speaker 1: was pathetic and likely wouldn't FaZe any intruder, but still
Speaker 1: better than nothing. Taking a deep breath, I wrenched the
Speaker 1: curtain back, the sound of the hook scraping on the
Speaker 1: metal pole almost sounding like a scream in the quiet.
Speaker 1: Just like last time, there was no sign of a soul.
Speaker 1: The only thing that had given away anything had changed
Speaker 1: was that the bathroom door was indeed standing fully open.
Speaker 1: The darkened outline of the living room beyond made me
Speaker 1: feel uneasy. I couldn't place why, but it almost felt
Speaker 1: as if the gloom held a threatening atmosphere. Shutting off
Speaker 1: the water, I hopped out and wrapped the towel around
Speaker 1: my waist. Stepping to the doorway, I reached out into
Speaker 1: the darkness and felt around intil my fingers found the
Speaker 1: light switch. Instantly, the dark was banished away by the
Speaker 1: bright light overhead. I could see that nobody was in
Speaker 1: sight in the living room this time, however, I wasn't
Speaker 1: taking any chances. Water still dropping off of me, I
Speaker 1: strode across the living room to where I dropped the
Speaker 1: belt I wore when on the job as a plumber.
Speaker 1: I reached down and pulled a rather large pipe wrench
Speaker 1: from it, gripping it with a wet and admittedly slightly
Speaker 1: shaky hand. The kitchen was clearly devoid of life, and
Speaker 1: I focused my vision on the two bedrooms, which lay dark.
Speaker 1: My door was wide open, but ties was half closed.
Speaker 1: I glanced at the hook on the wall, noticing his
Speaker 1: car keys weren't hanging next to mine. He's not home,
Speaker 1: which means shit. I felt my muscles tense up. I
Speaker 1: seriously didn't want to deal with some homeless junkie who'd
Speaker 1: somehow gotten himself inside and was searching for something to steal,
Speaker 1: or worse, waiting to attack me in some drug fueled rage.
Speaker 1: I forced myself to speak loudly and in as tough
Speaker 1: of a voice as I could. Hey, I'm warning you
Speaker 1: if anyone's in here, I am armed. I didn't add
Speaker 1: the fact that it was a wrench and not a gun.
Speaker 1: If you come out and just leave, this will go
Speaker 1: a lot easier silence. The only sound I could hear
Speaker 1: was a car passing outside. I called again, Look, I'm
Speaker 1: I'm in no mood for this, so come out, get
Speaker 1: the hell out of this place. Still nothing, but I
Speaker 1: felt an odd sensation, one which caused the hairs on
Speaker 1: my arms stand up straight. It was a feeling of
Speaker 1: being watched. My eyes caught a flicker of movement. A
Speaker 1: shadow seemed to draw back away from my roommate's door.
Speaker 1: I knew, right there and then I should have called
Speaker 1: the cops, but some dumb sense of bravado had come
Speaker 1: over me, and I wanted to be like those tough
Speaker 1: guys and older movies taking care of things themselves. Okay,
Speaker 1: this is your final warning, I called. After about twenty
Speaker 1: seconds of more silence, I drew in a deep breath,
Speaker 1: raised the wrench as high over my head as I could,
Speaker 1: and letting out a bellowed yell that was more Tarzan
Speaker 1: than Clint Eastwood, charged the bedroom door as if I
Speaker 1: was simultaneously a football linebacker and an Olympic torch carrier.
Speaker 1: I burst into the room, the door smashing into the
Speaker 1: wall behind it with a sickening crunch of plaster breaking.
Speaker 1: I shot my free arm out and wrenched the light
Speaker 1: switch up. The room was empty, ties scattered clothes, records,
Speaker 1: and game cases they strown about the floor like always.
Speaker 1: I looked around the closet each of us had a
Speaker 1: small walking closet in the far wall. Taking another deep breath,
Speaker 1: and still holding the wrench above my head like a
Speaker 1: caveman's club, I strode to the sliding door and grabbed
Speaker 1: the handle, yanking it open with a scream of protests
Speaker 1: from its track, the forced aside the clothes hanging on
Speaker 1: the rack. Nothing. As I stared at the back wall,
Speaker 1: the feeling of being stared at came again, this time
Speaker 1: from almost directly behind me. I swear I could actually
Speaker 1: feel someone something breathing down my neck. Moving on pure instinct,
Speaker 1: I pivoted around and swung the wrench with all the
Speaker 1: strength I had that nothing There was nobody behind me.
Speaker 1: The actual hell is going on here? As I stood there,
Speaker 1: feeling as though something had been behind me and had
Speaker 1: simply dematerialized out of existence. When I turned and swung,
Speaker 1: I heard the sound of a key in the front door,
Speaker 1: and then the laughs of Tie and what had to
Speaker 1: be his date as they stepped inside. I'm telling you
Speaker 1: you degrade at darts, Babe, Ty, exclaimed. Both of them
Speaker 1: stopped and stared at me as they reached his bedroom door.
Speaker 1: I know I must have looked weird standing in his room,
Speaker 1: wearing only a towel and holding a wrench. After a
Speaker 1: moment of silence, he spoke, Jimmy boy, what the hell
Speaker 1: are you doing. I blinked a few times, trying to
Speaker 1: find my voice. Finally I spoke, I swear heard someone here, man,
Speaker 1: I said, my voice trailing off slightly. I saw the
Speaker 1: two of them exchange nervous looks. What do you mean, dude,
Speaker 1: he asked, his eyes looking around. I mean I heard
Speaker 1: the exact same sound as the last time, only this
Speaker 1: time the bathroom door swung open. I came out. I
Speaker 1: thought I heard someone moving around in your room. I
Speaker 1: came in here, I replied, feeling confused and embarrassed. I
Speaker 1: could tell he believed that I'd heard something. To ease
Speaker 1: my worries, he had his date sit in the room,
Speaker 1: and together we swept the place, looking in every closet
Speaker 1: under both beds, But you found no trace of anyone.
Speaker 1: I shook my head as he prepared to go into
Speaker 1: his room. I don't get it, I muttered. He patted
Speaker 1: me on the shoulder. Anythink the bathroom door must just
Speaker 1: be a bit loose on shinges, Yeah, he said, trying
Speaker 1: to reassure me, I'll check it out in the morning. Yeah,
Speaker 1: go dry yourself off, you know, get them sleep. He
Speaker 1: punched me, lightening the arm. Hey, no more scary movies
Speaker 1: date at night for you. Okay, start to hear things
Speaker 1: go bumping the night for real. He let her a laugh,
Speaker 1: one which I mirrored, but I didn't feel. The feeling
Speaker 1: of eyes on me had vanished, but the apartment still
Speaker 1: held an uneasy atmosphere. It remained. As I dried off,
Speaker 1: dressed into a pair of pajama bottoms, and climbed into bed.
Speaker 1: I could hear Tie in the next room doing exactly
Speaker 1: what I figured he'd be doing with his date, and
Speaker 1: I rolled my eyes, hearing that shit gets old after
Speaker 1: a while. Still, I reached out, grabbed the remote flicked
Speaker 1: on the small TV on my bureau to block out
Speaker 1: the noise. It took a very long time to drift
Speaker 1: off to sleep that night. When I did, my dreams
Speaker 1: in nightmares actually were of a dark, shadowy figure creeping
Speaker 1: slowly towards my bathroom door, the sounds of the shower
Speaker 1: spilling out for me as it reached out to push
Speaker 1: open the door. I snapped awake, sitting straight up in
Speaker 1: bed with a sheen of sweat covering my body. For
Speaker 1: the next two weeks, I tried as much as possible
Speaker 1: not to stay alone in that place. I only showered
Speaker 1: when I could hear my roommate moving around in his
Speaker 1: room or out in the living room. Whenever I knew
Speaker 1: Tie was going out for any reason, I'd either find
Speaker 1: an excuse to join them or just go out and
Speaker 1: do something in town. The sense of being watched hadn't
Speaker 1: returned after that night, but I wasn't taking any chances.
Speaker 1: Something about the place just felt like it had. It
Speaker 1: had changed, something almost inperceptible, which I couldn't nail down,
Speaker 1: but it seemed to do the trick as nothing weird
Speaker 1: or creepy happened. And then one day, as I was
Speaker 1: sitting in a cafe sipping coffee, my phone rang. I
Speaker 1: pulled that out of my pocket and saw it was
Speaker 1: my boss calling great and my day off, I thought, exasperated,
Speaker 1: and then I hit the button to answer it. Yeah.
Speaker 1: Instantly I heard the gruff voice of Rick, my boss,
Speaker 1: on the other end, yelling to someone else, No, no, no, Steven,
Speaker 1: how many times do you have to tell you? Counterclockwise?
Speaker 1: His voice got louder, indicating he must have lifted the
Speaker 1: phone back to his ear. James, you there, and yeah,
Speaker 1: I replied simply. He led it aside. Look, I know
Speaker 1: it's your day off, but we're over here at the
Speaker 1: Bannerman property and two of the pipes burst. He let
Speaker 1: it along groan of frustration. One of them is real bad.
Speaker 1: I'm able to get one of them fixed, but our
Speaker 1: new employer, he his voice took an undisguised tone of disgust,
Speaker 1: decided to make it worse by fucking the pipe up,
Speaker 1: he finished, betting a moment of silence spread out before
Speaker 1: speaking again. So I apologize, but I need you to
Speaker 1: come in. You'll get paid overtime. Of course, I nodded,
Speaker 1: more to myself than anything, and let out aside of
Speaker 1: my own yeah, okay, I'll be in somebody swing by
Speaker 1: my place, pick up my tools. Yeah, don't forget to
Speaker 1: quickly hit the shower before coming over. He quickly added,
Speaker 1: you know, old Bannerman gets pissy, buddy. You will not
Speaker 1: being freshly clean coming in here. He snorted. I'll never
Speaker 1: understand General Philips. Anyway, I'll expect you to be here
Speaker 1: in thirty minutes. And with that He hung up before
Speaker 1: I could say anything, not that I could anyways. At
Speaker 1: the mention of a shower, I felt my body tense up.
Speaker 1: I knew Tye was out. His bowling team was currently
Speaker 1: hosting a tournament the next time over. She would mean
Speaker 1: that I'd have to shower in the empty apartment, and
Speaker 1: that's something I really did not want to do. That
Speaker 1: I didn't have a choice if I just grabbed my
Speaker 1: tools and slipped into my jumpsuit. I get chewed out
Speaker 1: first by old man Bannerman and then Rick for not
Speaker 1: following orders. Sat down by both of them after being
Speaker 1: contracted to repair and replace the pipes of this huge,
Speaker 1: sprawling mansion. Sighing, I paid for my coffee and I
Speaker 1: drove back to the apartment. When I opened the door,
Speaker 1: I had a momentary flash of panic. I thought the
Speaker 1: atmosphere I had sensed before would return as soon as
Speaker 1: I stepped inside. But the apartment felt normal, cloudy light
Speaker 1: filtering in through the half open kitchen and living room blinds.
Speaker 1: I looked around and shook my head. Stop being such
Speaker 1: a baby, Jimmy. There's nothing in here, nothing except you.
Speaker 1: It'd be fine. It's take a shower and book it.
Speaker 1: Feeling determined, I strode across to my room, bothering my
Speaker 1: undershirt and jumpsuit for peace of mind. I also grabbed
Speaker 1: the same wrench that I held that night from the
Speaker 1: belt hanging over the arm of the couch, and I
Speaker 1: carried it into the bathroom with me, placing it on
Speaker 1: top of the pile of clothes sitting on the toilet.
Speaker 1: For a moment, I debated on just closing the bathroom door,
Speaker 1: but as before shook it away, I left it. Ajar
Speaker 1: tie should have fixed the hinges by now, anyway. I
Speaker 1: reached into the shower and turned the water on, waiting
Speaker 1: for it to warm up. After I saw the steam
Speaker 1: begin to rise from over the curtain, I stepped inside,
Speaker 1: grabbing the bar of soap and quickly beginning to lather
Speaker 1: myself up. I rinsed with no problems, then grabbed the
Speaker 1: shampoo and lathered my hair, and as I dug my
Speaker 1: fingers into my scalp, the soap began to drip down
Speaker 1: into my eyes, skewing my vision. That's when I heard
Speaker 1: the scraping sound again, only this time it was much
Speaker 1: louder and more pronounced than any time I had heard
Speaker 1: it before. I felt a chill run up my spine
Speaker 1: despite the hot water. It came again, just outside the
Speaker 1: bathroom door. I took a deep breath. Tyler, I called out,
Speaker 1: thinking the sound would stop it as it had before
Speaker 1: this time. However it didn't. Instead, I heard it get louder, something,
Speaker 1: almost as if it were being done on the bathroom
Speaker 1: door itself. I felt my breath catch in my throat
Speaker 1: as I saw the dark shape of the door swing open,
Speaker 1: and then the bathroom lights flick off, plunging me in
Speaker 1: the darkness. There was still a little light flickering in
Speaker 1: from the living room, but everything was now shrouded in gloom.
Speaker 1: What the fuck? My heart was thundering in my chest.
Speaker 1: As I slowly stepped back. I knew the distance from
Speaker 1: the edge of the tub to where my wrench lay
Speaker 1: on the toilet lid was less than two feet. I
Speaker 1: could reach out and snatch it. In a heartbeat. The
Speaker 1: scraping came again, the sound causing my ears to begin
Speaker 1: ringing softly. It came from inside the bathroom, somewhere near
Speaker 1: the door, and then it and it stopped entirely aside
Speaker 1: from the sound of the water running, the apartment fell silent.
Speaker 1: Not a deadly silent, not a tension felled silence, just silent.
Speaker 1: I stared for the longest time. It had to be
Speaker 1: only about fifteen seconds, but it felt like two hours.
Speaker 1: At the dim outline of the open door, I saw nothing.
Speaker 1: I turned to pull the curtain next to me back.
Speaker 1: I felt my heart stop. The dark outline of a
Speaker 1: figure stood almost directly on the other side of the curtain,
Speaker 1: less than a foot from me. If it had been
Speaker 1: any closer, it would have pressed into the curtain itself.
Speaker 1: It stood completely motionless, though I could tell it was
Speaker 1: looking in my direction from the feeling washing over me
Speaker 1: in waves sad thing, a tsunami of fear through me.
Speaker 1: I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.
Speaker 1: If the old pick curtain masked its features. My breath
Speaker 1: came out in a ragged gasp, and I involuntarily let
Speaker 1: out a whisper of oh fuck. And that's when it
Speaker 1: lunged at me. It let out a loud scream as
Speaker 1: the curtain pressed in against its weight, wrapping around it
Speaker 1: and subsequently me. As I saw arms reaching out to
Speaker 1: grab me. The momentum of it smashing into me caused
Speaker 1: me to slip on the shower floor and I went
Speaker 1: flying backwards. I had smashed into the faucet, causing me
Speaker 1: to let out an involuntary cry of pain and stars
Speaker 1: to flash my vision. As I fell to the floor
Speaker 1: of the tub. It was still there. I could feel
Speaker 1: it on top of me, pinning me down, but it
Speaker 1: never let out a single noise. Something sharp jabbed into
Speaker 1: my leg, and I let out a howl at the
Speaker 1: explosion of pain that came from my thigh. Another pierced
Speaker 1: my shoulder and I kicked out of the figure that
Speaker 1: was inches from my face. I felt it connect with something,
Speaker 1: but it seemed to have no effect. Another stab of
Speaker 1: pain came from my shoulder at whatever it was using
Speaker 1: a weapon or claws, jammed into the wound that it
Speaker 1: had already made. I kept screaming, praying one of my
Speaker 1: neighbors might hear the commotion. As I thrashed around, trying
Speaker 1: to wedge myself into a position where I could reach out.
Speaker 1: I heard furious knocking coming from the front door, but
Speaker 1: the noise sounded like it was a mile away. Help me,
Speaker 1: I screamed as loudly as I could, still futally lashing
Speaker 1: out just as I began to feel woozy from the
Speaker 1: blood loss, I felt my hand brushed the edge of
Speaker 1: the toilet's seat and with it the cold metal handle
Speaker 1: of my wrench. I mean it. I swung out with
Speaker 1: all of my remaining strength, aiming for the head of
Speaker 1: my attacker and feeling it connect with something. It seemed
Speaker 1: to stumble a bit at the blow, and I used
Speaker 1: that precious second to wrench myself out from underneath it,
Speaker 1: tumbling over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.
Speaker 1: I heard it thrashing about with a shower curtain, furiously
Speaker 1: tearing at it in an attempted to get to me,
Speaker 1: but I was stumbling to my feet, noting as I
Speaker 1: did the amount of blood falling to the floor. I
Speaker 1: struggled to the front door as I heard it finally
Speaker 1: break free, crashing into the bathroom floor, but still remaining silent.
Speaker 1: I unlocked the door and tore it open, revealing the
Speaker 1: concerned faces of my next door neighbor. But he saw
Speaker 1: my condition his face paled. Before I had a chance
Speaker 1: to say anything, I yelled, adrenaline, kicking the pain and
Speaker 1: blood loss from dropping me being attacked. It's in there,
Speaker 1: pointing back towards the bathroom. Grabbing me, he pulled me
Speaker 1: into his open apartment door, slamming it closed and locking it.
Speaker 1: He quickly brought me a bathrobe and bandages, attempting to
Speaker 1: stop the bleeding as he called the police. As he did,
Speaker 1: I could hear the sounds of a tearing through the
Speaker 1: apartment doing God only knows. The commotion continued until I
Speaker 1: heard the wail of sirens coming down the road, at
Speaker 1: which point, at which point I heard my apartment fall silent.
Speaker 1: A few moments later, I heard the thundering of footsteps
Speaker 1: pounding up the stairs to the second floor, followed by
Speaker 1: the yell of officers. After a few moments, my neighbor and
Speaker 1: I heard the knocking at his door police. I was
Speaker 1: helped to an ambulance, where I was taken to the hospital.
Speaker 1: In addition to splitting open my scalp on the faucet,
Speaker 1: I'd been cut up pretty bad, though by what the
Speaker 1: doctors couldn't tell me. They couldn't even tell themselves. It's
Speaker 1: the damnedest thing one told me after I'd woken up
Speaker 1: after the surgery. If it hadn't been for the fact
Speaker 1: that you'd seen a person, I would have said you
Speaker 1: were attacked by an animal looked like puncture wounds and claws.
Speaker 1: The police never found a trace of what had attacked me.
Speaker 1: I already knew they wouldn't. It wasn't a man who
Speaker 1: attacked me, hadn't even been human. The case is still
Speaker 1: open to this day, though I've long since stopped getting
Speaker 1: updates from the detectives in charge of the case. Tyler
Speaker 1: and I moved out of the apartment as soon as
Speaker 1: I left the hospital. He chose to stay at his
Speaker 1: new girlfriend's house while I recovered. He was under the
Speaker 1: belief that I was attacked by an intruder, as is
Speaker 1: everyone else. I pairt that line whenever anyone asks about it.
Speaker 1: It's just it's easier that way, you know. I'm trying
Speaker 1: to explain what I know won't be believed. That's why
Speaker 1: I'm posting this here. I just I feel like there's
Speaker 1: a need to tell someone what actually happened that day.
Speaker 1: It's a place I know it'll be believed, or at
Speaker 1: least I at least don't be called nuts. I figure
Speaker 1: simply appeared on the other side of the curtain. I
Speaker 1: I never saw it cross the room, and I know
Speaker 1: even in the dark, I would have, and even then,
Speaker 1: nothing human could possibly have been that silent. I also
Speaker 1: know that someone else moved into that apartment since, though
Speaker 1: I don't know who they are, prayer they won't ever
Speaker 1: receive a visit from whatever that thing was. Tyler and
Speaker 1: I are now renting a nice, relatively cheap, two bedroom
Speaker 1: house a few miles away from that place, and I've
Speaker 1: never felt the sensation of being watched again. I've thankfully
Speaker 1: never heard the scraping sound return, at least not in
Speaker 1: my waking hours. I mean, I still hear them in
Speaker 1: my dreams, though I still see that shape standing just
Speaker 1: on the other side of the curtain in the dark.
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Speaker 2: If it can leave whenever it wants either.
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