Never trust a new apartment building. I made that mistake and will never again live in one by myself.
It all started a few months ago. There was a 3 story brick apartment that looked quaint. The inside looked a little run down with a literal fresh coat of paint on the walls. It seemed like this place had some age. It wasn't exactly the best apartment in town but it seemed to do the job. I mean, the bedroom was a decent size. I had a kitchen with a stove. I had a washer and dryer. It felt kinda cozy. And for how much I was paying for it, I hoped it would be.
As the days turned to weeks, the place felt more like home to me. I moved around some furnature, got some book shelves for me library of novels. I hung up some posters and art and such. I even had friends over from time to time and I'd cook and we'd play games and get a little drunk. Heck, I even had a girlfriend while I was here. Granted it didn't work out. But this place had life within its walls.
But after about three or four months of me living there, things started to feel a little off. At night I heard noises like there was someone or something in my walls. I'd get up and search all around but there was nothing. I might hear rustling in my closet but I'd open the door and search inside thoroughly. There'd be no sign of anything being in there. Some nights I would swear there was a dark figure standing in the corner of my room, unmoving. But I'd rub my eyes or turn on a light and it would be nothing at all.
I shared some of this with my friends but they couldn't offer anything up other than standard things like, maybe I'm stressed out, or I'm not getting enough sleep, or maybe I'm just hearing things from upstairs. Of course, none of this could be true. And soon enough, I would find that they were all wrong. Everything was, in fact, very real.
Then, Friday night rolled around. I turned out my lights to go to sleep. After I got in bed and threw the covers over myself, I saw my closet door slowly open up. I tried to sit up, but to my horror, I couldn't move. Is this what sleep paralysis is like?
I saw people walking out of my closet holding candles. As more people entered, the flames danced, lighting up the room in the process. I was terrified. The bathroom door opened up and more people poured out until my room was half crowded with people.
They all turned and stared down at me. One of them spoke some latin words. I guessed she was the leader of them. The rest of the group repeated after her, the words echoing through the room. I was struggling to sit up, to just try to scream, but I was frozen, forced to watch this strange scene unravel.
Then the lady stepped forward with a dagger. She stood over me and raised it high above her head. She was about to slam it down and plunge it into my chest, but stopped when one of the people stumbled, knocking the rest of the people to the ground. As they fell, the candles also hit the ground and the room went up in flames. They turned and ran out of the room in a panic. Suddenly, I was freed from whatever strange spell they must have had over me and I could move again. The fire must have broken their concentration.
I quickly grabbed some water from my bathroom and put the fire out. Funny enough, it didn't take much to get it out. After all, I had some help. Oh, I must have forgot to mention, I sold my soul to Satan a long time ago. How else could I afford to live alone? He made a deal that I couldn't die no matter what. And that little push that scared those wanna be satan worshipers away? That was him. I thanked him and went back to bed, finally sleeping peacefully.
The shadows crept in through the window is the dark clouds overtook the mid-afternoon sky. A feeling of dread and hopelessness flooded me, tying my stomach into a knot. Looking at the clouds, I saw a streak of purple lightning streaking across the sky until it crashed down somewhere along the skyline with a thunderous boom, followed shortly by the ground rumbling beneath my feet. It was jarring. what started as a regular summer afternoon was quickly turning into something dreadful. The nearby trees were all swaying lightly in the breeze as rain gradually started pouring down, eventually creating a curtain of turrential downpour that threatened to flood the streets. Another flash of light followed by another thunderous boom forced me to look away from the window. It was becoming far too real for me. The oncoming storm was becoming too much to bear. I walked back into my bedroom and sat in front of my television. There was a news guy standing before a weather map. He was po...
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