The sun shone brightly in the bedroom as I was dragged out of my dreams and into reality. Rolling over to check my phone, I saw that it was nearly 11am. Had I really slept that late?
I threw the covers off of me and rushed to the bathroom to throw some water on my face and brush my teeth, the usual morning routine. I then sped to the living room to my computer. I hoped and prayed that the cameras actually worked last night. Thankfully, I easily found the files it recorded last night.
I got comfortable on the couch and hit play, watching all four screens from the surveillance cameras from last night. They were all green as the infra-red displayed my house.
All the rooms, the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, and the area by the front door, were all perfectly still. I didn't feel like sitting through all the blandness, so I hit a button to fast forward a bit. Until I saw movement coming from the corner of the kitchen. I paused the video and looked at the dark figure.
The person I saw was tall and slender with long, lanky hair that draped just past their shoulders. Based on the shape of its body, I wanted to say it looked female but I wasn't entirely sure. But still, I watched on.
In the video, she opened a couple of cabinets in the kitchen. Was she grabbing some food? I saw her take a box out, a box that I had forgotten I'd even had. It was a box of rat poison pellets. She opened the box and grabbed a single pellet. She slowly and carefully closed the box and put it back in its place.
She then creeped over to the fridge and opened the door slowly, letting the light pour over the room. The camera was facing the fridge from behind so I could only see the outline of the woman's head and sickly thin body. She didn't look to be wearing any clothes, which only made me feel more nauseated to look at her.
It looked as though she was grabbing something from the fridge. It looked like Tupperware with some food in it. It must be my leftovers from last night, I thought. Was she going to try and eat it?
She removed the lid and seemed to drop something into the food before using her free hand to reach in and mix the food around a bit. This made me feel more nauseated. Was this something she did regularly? Had I eaten a leftover that she'd done this to previously? And the most important question I seemed to be overlooking, did she just put rat poison in my food?
The lady then returned the food to the fridge and closed the door, the room drenched in darkness once more. The green light of the infra-red overtook the image once again, illuminating the frame. I saw her crawling sickly over to the camera until her face was uncomfortably close to it. Looking at her face made my skin crawl and my blood run cold. It was like she was looking through the screen and directly at me. Her face twisted into a sinister smile as she raised a finger to her lips.
I quickly slammed the laptop screen shut and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed my leftovers from the fridge, only to find that the Tupperware was empty.
I felt my stomach gurgle as a rather uncomfortable sensation took over my body. I ran to the bathroom and began to vomit. It was horrible. Was it just the haunting image of the woman that made me nauseous or was it something I ate? The last part of that question made my blood run cold. I'm not sure where the thought came from, but I felt that I needed to watch the rest of that horrid footage.
I raced back over to the computer and turned it back on, wiping a bit of vomit from my lips. The footage was thankfully paused where I had left it before, that twisted woman's face peering out at me through the screen. I hit play and saw her back away from the camera and crawl out of the kitchen. I saw her in the living room as she crawled past and into the hallway. Then to the next camera just inside my bedroom, where I was sound asleep.
It crept closer and closer to me, until it was directly hovering over me, careful not to touch my sleeping body. My mouth was hanging open. I'm a snorer, what can I say? I then saw her lower one of her hands, the hand that she used to mix the leftovers, and she stuffed that hand into my mouth. I looked to be twitching and gagging, but somehow I didn't wake up. She then removed her hand and closed my mouth and my jaw made a chewing motion. Had she put something in my mouth and made me eat it?
I felt even more sickened. I ran to the bathroom to throw up again. This time there were chunks. I'll spare you the details, but in those chunks I saw that familiar texture of the lasagna I'd had in that Tupperware, the one that was empty. The one she had dug her nasty hand around in. The one that, I'd assumed, she fed me in my sleep...
I threw the covers off of me and rushed to the bathroom to throw some water on my face and brush my teeth, the usual morning routine. I then sped to the living room to my computer. I hoped and prayed that the cameras actually worked last night. Thankfully, I easily found the files it recorded last night.
I got comfortable on the couch and hit play, watching all four screens from the surveillance cameras from last night. They were all green as the infra-red displayed my house.
All the rooms, the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, and the area by the front door, were all perfectly still. I didn't feel like sitting through all the blandness, so I hit a button to fast forward a bit. Until I saw movement coming from the corner of the kitchen. I paused the video and looked at the dark figure.
The person I saw was tall and slender with long, lanky hair that draped just past their shoulders. Based on the shape of its body, I wanted to say it looked female but I wasn't entirely sure. But still, I watched on.
In the video, she opened a couple of cabinets in the kitchen. Was she grabbing some food? I saw her take a box out, a box that I had forgotten I'd even had. It was a box of rat poison pellets. She opened the box and grabbed a single pellet. She slowly and carefully closed the box and put it back in its place.
She then creeped over to the fridge and opened the door slowly, letting the light pour over the room. The camera was facing the fridge from behind so I could only see the outline of the woman's head and sickly thin body. She didn't look to be wearing any clothes, which only made me feel more nauseated to look at her.
It looked as though she was grabbing something from the fridge. It looked like Tupperware with some food in it. It must be my leftovers from last night, I thought. Was she going to try and eat it?
She removed the lid and seemed to drop something into the food before using her free hand to reach in and mix the food around a bit. This made me feel more nauseated. Was this something she did regularly? Had I eaten a leftover that she'd done this to previously? And the most important question I seemed to be overlooking, did she just put rat poison in my food?
The lady then returned the food to the fridge and closed the door, the room drenched in darkness once more. The green light of the infra-red overtook the image once again, illuminating the frame. I saw her crawling sickly over to the camera until her face was uncomfortably close to it. Looking at her face made my skin crawl and my blood run cold. It was like she was looking through the screen and directly at me. Her face twisted into a sinister smile as she raised a finger to her lips.
I quickly slammed the laptop screen shut and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed my leftovers from the fridge, only to find that the Tupperware was empty.
I felt my stomach gurgle as a rather uncomfortable sensation took over my body. I ran to the bathroom and began to vomit. It was horrible. Was it just the haunting image of the woman that made me nauseous or was it something I ate? The last part of that question made my blood run cold. I'm not sure where the thought came from, but I felt that I needed to watch the rest of that horrid footage.
I raced back over to the computer and turned it back on, wiping a bit of vomit from my lips. The footage was thankfully paused where I had left it before, that twisted woman's face peering out at me through the screen. I hit play and saw her back away from the camera and crawl out of the kitchen. I saw her in the living room as she crawled past and into the hallway. Then to the next camera just inside my bedroom, where I was sound asleep.
It crept closer and closer to me, until it was directly hovering over me, careful not to touch my sleeping body. My mouth was hanging open. I'm a snorer, what can I say? I then saw her lower one of her hands, the hand that she used to mix the leftovers, and she stuffed that hand into my mouth. I looked to be twitching and gagging, but somehow I didn't wake up. She then removed her hand and closed my mouth and my jaw made a chewing motion. Had she put something in my mouth and made me eat it?
I felt even more sickened. I ran to the bathroom to throw up again. This time there were chunks. I'll spare you the details, but in those chunks I saw that familiar texture of the lasagna I'd had in that Tupperware, the one that was empty. The one she had dug her nasty hand around in. The one that, I'd assumed, she fed me in my sleep...
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