The obscure guest.

Couple of months ago, my friends and I went on a hiking trip. We were a group of seven people, five guys and two girls. On the way down we came across this dense path leading to what we were able to distinguish to be a small wooden hut surrounded by mist. Naturally my two best buds and I decided to go check it out whilst the rest of the group kept nagging us not to, that it is not a good idea.

So we split up, part of the group headed back to the cars while the three of us pursued our way down that dense path. Right in front on the porch was a sign saying “DO NOT ENTER….THIS HOUSE HAS BEEN LOCKED FOR A REASON”. Thinking it might be a prank of some kind; we ignored it and made our way in through one of the broken windows.

Our flashlights illuminated a scene no one ever thought of. Porcelain dolls all over the place, blood stains on the walls and animal skulls filled with maggots on the table. A few steps in, one of the friends whispered “Guys…we are not alone”. A slight squeak from the adjoining room got us stricken but the slowly opening room door got us out of the house faster than we got in. We then left that place and we each headed back to our respective homes.

However…things were never the same after. Everywhere I went, everything I did, it felt like someone was there. As if someone was watching me.

It then all came to that one night. After a hectic day at work I came back home, took a shower, had my dinner and slither in my bed. The lights were off and I nearly caught a perfunctory sleep when I heard the wardrobe open to reveal a pair of white eyes, broken teeth in a bloody mouth and chipped nails on the hand holding the door open.

I hurried myself to close my eyes and pretend I was asleep. With my eyes closed…I relied purely on the hearing sense. A crackling noise was heard followed by footsteps. The footsteps grew closer and closer until there was a pin drop silence in the room. A slight cold hand brush against my arms made me realize that it was there…right next to my bed. Seconds later a foul smell of rotting flesh filled the room and I felt its breath on my neck following the words “I KNOW YOU ARE AWAKE”.

-D.K Luximonmaxresdefault

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