If you go into a dark room by yourself. Light a candle and nothing else. Take five minutes and stare at the flame, then get a piece of paper. Hold it in front of the flame and you will see the words. Sludge words that originate from the darkness. Don’t look away, unless you want your sanity in tacked. If you stare long enough the words will appear”soon. signed, anonymous”. Read them slowly and take heed, for if you don’t, he will come…. Once it’s done you’ll pass out and dream of him. He is different for everybody. I am going to divulge to you the secrets of my experience…..
I don’t know why I didn’t write this before. Maybe I was scared, maybe just afraid he would find me. I tried telling friends, no one believed me. I couldn’t tell my parents, they’d just think I’m crazier than they already do. So I’m confiding my internist secret to you, dear reader, you are my hope. So lets begin. I see all kinds of horrible, demented things. I think it’s all in my head, but I’m not sure. I see shadows, some human, some…. Not so human. Sometimes I wake in the night and see corpses hanging from chains in my room and a dark shadowy being in the corner of my room staring at me. I don’t know why I see these things, but I think I know why it started… One day I woke up, just a normal day. Sunshine flooding through my window and events from seeing last nights shadows fresh in my mind. I didn’t know why I had tried the candle thing, guess just curiosity. My dreams had been weird, but I didn’t believe the lore that it’d come true. I grabbed my stuff and headed out to school. About halfway there I could hear footsteps, they sounded… Wet… I turned, but there was nothin there. This continued for a few minutes… It wasn’t until the last time I saw the sludge… Black and thick.. Shaped like footprints.. I hurried to school. I told my friends and they just laughed and called me crazy…. I went to my first period class. As I sat there I heard a ticking, not a clock ticking, but the clicking of claws on linoleum…. I looked around the room, nothing. The clicks seemed to get louder and louder. Then I heard a whisper… Just barely audible, “run, run before he arrives.” That was all it said. I was a little shaken when I turned and no one was there. Had I imagined it? As I continued through my classes, I though about the whisper. Dark and ominous, it had been raspy and weak. I went to my locker at the end of school and struggled to open it. Dammit, this was the first time all year. I was already frustrated and flustered about today. Finally getting it open, I noticed that a note was taped to the back of my locker. I opened it, scribbled in nearly illegible letters it read ” you seem different today, have you heard the whispers too?” Signed, him. I didn’t want to believe that the note was real. I turned it in my hands. On the back I found an extra note. “Meet me on the roof of the school, alone.” No signature but I guessed it was the same guy. I didn’t wanna go, but something inside me wanted to go. I decided to go. I started towards the maintenance ladder on the side of the school. Making sure no one saw me I grabbed the cold steel to climb. Something stopped me, I felt different about going up there. My heart raced as I started to climb, then I remembered the whisper. “Run, run before he comes.” Who was he? The note had said it was from him hadnt it? What if the whisper was real? What if the guy waiting for me on the roof was him? What would happen? I climbed anyway. Reaching the too I looked around, nothing again. A slight breeze rolled by, on it I seemed to hear a whisper roll off the wind. “Run.” It seemed to say. My heart races and I started to shiver. Being up here gave me the creeps. I waited for an hour, no one. I thought to myself that the not was a hoax by one of my friends and they are probably watching and laughing right now. I started towards the ladder. “Wait! Stop!” Said a voice. I turned to see a hooded figure. It waved its hand in a beckoning motion. I slowly walked over and my heart was pounding out of my chest, harder and harder with each step. When I reached the figure, it grabbed my arm and started to pull me. I resisted, but the figure was too strong. At the middle of the roof, it stopped. It turned and asked me one question. “Did you obey the whispers? Did you obey the messages?” It said with a raspy, old voice. “No” I replied “they were just in my head. My imagination over reacting.” Suddenly the figure laughed. It handed me a piece of old paper and darted away. I opened the piece of paper and it was empty. I stared at it. Slowly the black sludge that I had seen on the sidewalk appeared to rub down the paper. It formed letters and words. “You were wrong not to obey the whispers! Now your suffering shall be eternal!” Suddenly my head started to hurt. I started to see shadows and figures. My skin started to burn, my hands started becoming grey and old. Every time after that I’ve seen figures and every time I look at paper all I see is the sludge letters. I need help, please reader. Heed my warning, don’t stare at the paper too long. If you do, I will come. And your suffering shall be eternal…..
Credit To – Sam Blevins