was sitting in my room one seemingly fine day. I was surfing the web trying to find something to do. I had clicked a few links and I tried to play a few games but I was still bored. I say back in my chair letting out a long, heaving sigh. I looked around my room at the small piles of clothes and my jumbled bed. Nothing too interesting. I looked at my closet, my curiosity was stuck and I went over too it. Rummaging through it I found all kinds of old things I used to play with. “No way!” I thought “a deaf dream cast, I remember this old thing”.  I decided to plug it up and give me something to do. I walked over to my tv to plug it in. I heard my computer ding. An email? I went and checked. Unknown email address, no subject. I opened it, only one line. “Always inside y…..” It seemed cut off. I had gotten these creepy emails from friends sometimes, but this had a dark, ominous sort of feel to it. The abrupt stop and the melancholy tone it seemed to carry burned into my memory. I hit reply, “inside what? What’s inside?” Send. A reply came almost immediately. “You…”

I sat there slowly thinking of what the meaning of this was. I closed the screen and flipped off my monitor. I walked down stairs. I looked around for my parents and called for them. “Mom, dad?” No reply. I looked into the driveway and the car was gone. I went to the kitchen to get a snack. I saw moms note. “There’s good inside you, don’t give up yet. Went for food, be back soon. Love, Mom” I guessed the note was because of the suicide note they had found three days prior to today. I opened the fridge and grabbed the styrofoam take out box of Chinese food. I set it into the microwave and let it heat for about a minute. I heard my phone ring. I looked down at the glowing screen. A text, from a number I didn’t know. “It’s inside” and nothing more. I tried to reply, but the message wouldn’t send. I gave up, I sat in the living room and ate my Chinese food watching tv.

I called my girlfriend shortly after done eating. I talked to her for a second about the creepy emails and texts and she didn’t believe me. She said I was just overreacting to someone’s joke and I shouldn’t worry about it. She had to go so I hung up. I was getting kind of freaked out now. I went back up to my room and flipped on the monitor. Another email. This time a link. I clicked it reluctantly. It sent me to a short video. It was a massacred body on an autopsy table. A scalpel came into screen. The glint of the bloody steel reflecting light from the dim ceiling lights. A low, deep voice resonated from behind the camera. “It’s always been inside him. Always inside causing pain and never any good.” The video ended and the link terminated. I was getting on edge and jumpy. Even the house settling and making creaks made me jump, which was odd. I flipped off the monitor and walked out of my room.

My parents were coming  in the front door. Finally they were home, I tried telling them about the creepy emails and texts, but to no avail. They just said I was paranoid. I decided I’d head to bed early. I laid under the covers, tossing and turning. Nightmares flooded my subconscious. I dreamed I was the body on the autopsy table and I could feel every cut and every word he said about my body. I tossed and turned in agony as he sliced and pulled at my innards. Then my dream changed, I was in a room. I was standing with a camera over a dead body. The body looked just like my friend. And another body that looked like my girlfriend. I strode there and took a picture. It felt as if I had caused their death.

I jumped in my bed, jolting to a start. I was breathing heavy and sweating buckets. I looked around my room. It was dark and I had thought it was still pretty late. My room looked messier than before. Like I had gotten up in the night. My dream had been extremely weird. As I looked around my room, I noticed that there was a dim light from my monitor. How was it on? I knew I had turned it off. I got up and went over to it. Five emails…. Each from an unknown. I opened the first one, it was only a picture of a dead child. The child bore an almost exact resemblance to my best friend, but younger. His intestines and other innards were laying on his chest and only a shadow was looming over him. No police lines, no evidence markers, the angle was way off for any evidence picture. Almost like the camera man was the cause of his death. I clicked the next one and it was a picture of a small dead girl. This one bearing a small resemblance to my girlfriend and my sister. Like the first, her insides were torn from her body and strewn on the road, or whatever she was laying on. Her face splattered with blooded and one eye was out of its socket and hung down to the ground. The same way, only a shadow loomed over the body. The camera man seemed to look a little bit maniacal and as if he were laughing at this little girls demise. The next three emails were only audio. The first containing small sobs and crying. The next seemed to be louder weeping and sobbing. The third was almost deafening in the screams and sobs that seemed to fill the room, flooding from my computer speakers. The sounds seemed inhuman and so real. Like they were in my room. I turned it off quickly. I expected my parents to burst into the room screaming at me. I hadn’t noticed the small inbox notification that stated that I had a new IM. “It’s inside” is all it said. I started to type, but the box to notify me that the other person was typing. I waited, the message appeared. “I know it’s there. It’s always inside.” The message had a sort of macabre feel in it. I didn’t want to reply. I wanted it to stop. I wanted this thing to stop f*cking with me. I couldn’t seem to find any escape right now. Then a web can call came through. It was from the unknown. I answered cautiously.

I couldn’t see anything except a hooded shadow. It looked inhuman. Seemed to be a little transparent. The entity only stared at the screen. I saw no face only, darkness in its hood. One word seemed to creep in my mind. I began to suffocate and wheeze at the thought. The word clawed and carved and screamed itself into my head. Ghost.  It seemed to sob and weep quietly to itself. It slowly became louder and louder. It seemed to grab the camera and scream into it with a thousand voices ” I know it’s inside! I need it! Make me whole! ” the call cut off and I fell back pushing myself back from the monitor. I tried to scream, but my throat was filled and dried with fear. I couldn’t scream or hardly even move. Slowly my monitor started to crack, the cracks, deep and thin, spider webbing my screen, formed words. It’s inside. I was so scared and I wanted it to end. I frantically looked around my room and tried to find a way to destroy my computer. I saw the message slowly scratching itself in my mirror. “Do it.” I could hear the voice of the entity saying those two words. I was done. I wasn’t falling for its tricks. I got up and ran and jumped out my window. As the glass shattered and I fell, happiness flooded my mind. It’s finally over, no more torment. I slammed the ground with force and landed on the glass. Pain shot up my spine as I coughed. Blood trickled from my mouth and exposed, shattered spine. Slowly my vision faded. It was finally over.
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The doctor came into the room. He had seen many bodies mangled from falls, but this one was different. His brain was different. Seemed to be psychologically unstable. He grabbed the scalpel and hit record for his video journals. He started to cut, screams of agony filled the room with each cut and each tear. Finally, he stopped. He thought to himself, how could a boy be so paranoid about emails that he kills all his closest friends and family only referring to himself as the unknown? Then kill himself? .. The doctor shrugged. “Guess it’s always just that monster inside…… The monsters inside that consume us, make us lust to kill… It’s always inside……”
Credit To – Sam Blevins

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