My name is Luca, and I've found the only "paranormal" thing in this world that is absolutely true. I'm not here to tell some ghost or monster story, I'm here to tell you about the living hell that I have unlocked.
About three years ago I went through a terrible breakup and, because of this, I wound up having severe anxiety and panic attacks. I couldn't sleep at night, and when I did I would wake up a few hours later in a shaking fit. I'd remain in bed for hours on end until the Sun was re-acquainted with the sky. I stopped going out completely and would spend all my sleepless nights on various websites, searching for something out of this world. Something outside of the normal everyday life that people are used to. I used to read into all of the horror stories and creepypasta and false accounts of apparitions and urban legends that I wanted so badly to believe in.
There was nothing. After spending countless months searching through the deepest parts of the web for some kind of secret in our world, I realized... there is nothing. The internet has been around for quite some time now, and there is absolutely no proof of anything paranormal to have ever happened. My depression grew deeper.
I started to have night terrors. Terrible, terrible dreams that began to seep into reality. I began to hallucinate. The first time I can recall it happening, I woke up in the middle of the night, and drifted in and out of slumber. I caught something in the corner of my eye, and at the foot of my bed I see three figures dressed in black staring lifelessly down at the ground. Then to my left, on the side of my bed is a man, naked, skinless, grasping towards the sky in agony. I can see his eyes staring straight up as he continues to try and reach for something just out of grasp. I shoot up as fast as I can, obviously not believing my eyes, and they all disappear at once.
Another instance of this happening was after a session of three all-nighters. After finally falling asleep, I awoke to rapid movement in the corner of my room. I rise from my bed and let my eyes focus, and about ten feet away from me is a large winged beast, I couldn't make out its face in the darkness, but it looked similar to a pterodactyl rapidly flapping it's wings and facing me. After staring, once again, in disbelief at this hallucination, it begins to fly straight at me. In that instant I brace for impact, and put all my strength into punching the monster. I close my eyes and swing as hard as I can right when it should have collided with me. I fall out of bed. I get up and search my surroundings, it is gone yet again.
On and on it went. From once a month, to once a week, to every day. Then, was the man that did not leave.
I'm on my computer again, browsing... searching for something that could not be found... something foreign to everyday life. It's about 3am now, I feel a tad bit sleepy and lay back in my computer chair and stretch. Then, I sit back up and gaze out my window into the dark abyss of the night. Only, on this particular night, I'm greeted by a red man staring back at me. Of course, I'm startled right out of my seat, and scream in a panic. Did I mention I live on the second story? I catch my breath and stand back up, expecting him to be gone. The man, with what looks to be red paint covering his face is still there, staring straight at me. I shout at him again, he isn't startled, no... he makes no reaction whatsoever. Just stares directly into my eyes. I close my blinds, and do the best I can to forget he is there. Hell, he is there right now, staring at me, just outside this shield of blinds I sit next to.
My final attempt at sanity was to move away for some time. I lived at a friend's house for a couple weeks not too long after the red man incident. I slept great. I saw nothing. I lived in his living room, and hadn't searched for anything horror related during this time. I would attend school during the day, he'd work, it was the calmest my life was in quite some time. Then the tapping came. Everywhere I went... there was always this quiet rhythmatic tapping within the walls next to me. Whether I was at school, the post office, or my friend's house. It would follow me everywhere I traveled. It was as if there was a man crawling in the walls, trying to get my attention. The tapping grew faster and faster each day. Towards the end of this endeavor, and the reason I no longer am at his house, was due to the end of the tapping. Driving home from class one night the tapping grew more rapid at a much faster rate. Within the front of my car I could hear what sounded like human nails on my metal hood. I park my car, and just before I enter his house, the tapping stops abruptly. I look around, thankful that I no longer have to be annoyed by this dumb audio hallucination, and step inside.
Inside, all around the living room are about seven or eight of my friend, all with ever-so-slightly distorted faces. Some had eyes that were slightly out of place, or lips that didn't match up correctly. Basically defected versions of my friend.
I was furious the hallucinations came back. I began to swing at all of them in a rage. Nothing connected obviously, well aside from the final hit that knocked out my friend and caused all of the false-friends to disappear. Needless to say I don't live there anymore...
And this brings us to present time. I just needed to let this out, so thank you for your time. I live in a world plagued by the demons in my mind. They no longer disappear after time, my apartment is filled with torment. I have a family of three in my kitchen that simply stare at me, follow my every move. There are rather large spiders that skitter around the ceiling, and hide when I look at them. Blasts of exploding TV static in the dead of the night. And other random deformed, off-humans in every corner of my home. The scariest part to me is the fact that I can now hear them, the hallucinations. I'm dreading any other senses bearing this curse.
And so, friends, I'll leave you with this. Be careful what you fill your mind with, It can play some very nasty tricks on you. You can search for creepypasta, horror, and the macabre all you want... but nothing is more frightening than the human mind.
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