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(Please put this on anon if you don’t mind ♥️)

When I was just around 12 a dear friend of mine, S, started dabbling in magik. We both lived in separate small towns in southern Oregon. He lived in a city, and I was in a more rural area, our towns were roughly a 15 minute drive apart. That’s very important. What’s more important is that the only contact we’d had in 5 years was phone calls.

It was a summer night and my parents were out at a bar and weren’t expected to be home until 5 am.

At this point I was running off of 2 hours of sleep a night since there were already (hopefully) unrelated things happening in my house. For years I blamed this on some weird nightmare, but I know in my heart that I was not asleep.

Here’s how it went. Earlier in the night, sometime past twelve, I started hearing the loud sobbing of a young girl from what sounded like right outside on the street. When I looked out of the window I saw nothing, so all I could do was turn up the tv and pretend like I didn’t hear anything. It was almost an hour before I stopped hearing the sobs.

It was three when I decided I should sleep. I had just entered my room when I heard a soft knock on the wall behind me. The door and every single window was locked, so I was mortified. I turned around and there was my friend.

I remember to this day (5.5 years later) what he looked like. Green shirt, khakis, hair tied up, and an intense scar on his right hand. Most of all was his eyes, though. S, in reality, has beautiful eyes. So did this thing, but something was wrong. Whenever I looked into his eyes something in my gut pulled and twisted, the pupils didn’t seem to end. It made him look hollow. However, I ignored all of that. I was seeing my best friend for the first time in 5 years, nothing else mattered.

As soon as he’d gotten my attention he started screaming and crying, he wouldn’t stop and he’d jerk away when I went to touch him. His voice was exactly the same

“Please. Please help”

“I need you to help me right now”

He was begging and I was so concerned that I didn’t ask questions. He led me outside and I followed. I was nearly halfway down the street before I got this sickening, cold feeling all over me. I instantly felt like I was going to throw up. I stopped cold in my tracks and so did the thing, just 4-5 feet ahead of me. When he turned around his voice was deeper and husky, and he was angry.

“What are you doing? I said I need your help. Why aren’t you coming?”

I started backing away and he kept asking the same questions, getting louder and more aggressive, but he never moved. The farther away I was the louder I heard him, it became painful to the point of tears when he started just screaming in this hoarse animalistic screech. I ran back to my house and paced the living room until my parents came home.

I never told them, but the next morning I called S. He told me that he had a pretty wicked nightmare that night where all he saw was blackness but he could hear his own screams of pain. He also confirmed that what he had worn the previous day was VERY similar to what I had described, the only difference being that his green shirt was a graphic yoshi printed one. He also told me that three days prior he had cut his hand helping his him with dinner and still had it bandaged up.

I never had whatever that was bother me again, but I still think of it’s eyes and I still think of it’s screaming. I don’t know what it was or what would have happened had I went with it. All I know is that whatever is was managed to bridge the gap between my friend and I, effectively prodding at my one weak point to get me out of the house.

FYNK James: 9/10 Ooh, that is chilling. No more magik for you, young person. Thanks for sharing the scares!




by cnkguy
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