My obsescost me my life

I am a lonely and weird individual, who doesn’t have many friends. I was 19 at the time of this story and am still a raging lesbian.

I was on the Internet, doing whatever one day, when I got an ad for tinder. Being the stupidly depressed girl that I was, I thought to myself “Oh well, what could go wrong?” And clicked on the ad. I was bullied for being a bit of a weird anime-art freak. I saw a girl called Angelica, who looked pretty and shared some of my interests. I clicked on the little heart symbol and started messaging eachother. I knew that if I was immediately like “Oh hey we have things in common, let’s go out!” She would get creeped out, but, to my pleasant surprise, she asked where I lived and if we could go out. I said yes and we arranged a time and place.

The next day, we went to a little café down town. We hit it off and started blabbing about whatever. I was having a great time. I found out that she had a good interest in serial killers. It wasn’t just a normal interest though, she would talk about how amazing and cool they were. I was fine with this though, as I myself had some strange quirks. After dinner we both went to my place for coffee, chatting, anime.

This went on for another five weeks, out relationship slowly moving forward, until one night Angelica invited me to a party with a few of her friends. I was slightly uncomfortable with being around people I didn’t know, so I brought a friend with me.

I was having a great time, dancing, drinking with Angelica. I was kinda drunk, but not completely out of my head.

After a long while, we went back to my place. I’ll leave you with only this information:

  1. She was definitely the more dominant in the relationship.
  2. She was loving and nothing was off about anything.
  3. Her teeth were sharp.

I woke up the next day, a note on my bedside table and an aching head. I read the note, which I still have to this day and it read:

“I quite enjoyed last night. We should do it again.

-Angelica.

I chuckled, got up and took a shower. I started washing my back when my fingers hit my colllarbone. A sudden sting rang through my skin. I was more curious than worried. After my shower, I took a look at it in the mirror.

I saw a wound. A deep red bitemark, seemingly made by an animal. I thought back to the previous night. I was shocked, but nothing more. I got dressed, and dabbed a bit of disinfectant on the wound. It stung, filling the tiny craters in my shoulder. I won’t say that I did not enjoy our time together. In fact, I can say that I miss her still.

A month into this endeavour, I received a text from a man who apparently didn’t want me to be with Angelica. I’ll call him Chris. Chris said that she was dangerous. I showed my girlfriend and she told me that he was a Jelous ex.

A year later and I had been receiving texts almost every day. I always showed Angelica and she would grow angrier each time.

One night, I woke up to a shadow of a person blocking the light of the hallway. I opened my eyes and told Angelica to get back on bed with me. It was met with silence. I tried again. The reply I got was bone chilling.

“Oh, so now you want me?” She said.

I was confused as I saw tears streaming down her face.

I’m sorry. I-I have to save you. Save usThat bastard is trying to steal you from me! I-I’ll save us both. We can be together forever! . . . All it takes is death . . . ”

. . .

. . .

 

Those were the last words I ever heard.

 

She went to hell.

 

 

 

 

I went to nothingness.

 

I miss her.

RIP

It was at the summer of 2015. My relatives came from up north down here in San Diego, California during a Friday morning. I always loved when they come down here as we do everything we can before they leave on a Sunday night. My cousins and I always did stupid things when we hang out together.

Living in San Diego, one of the most cheapest luxuries we have is the coast, so it was reasonable for us to take our visiting relatives to the beach, like we always do. We head down to Coronado beach, set up camp, and my cousins and I couldn’t wait to get into the water. Due to privy settings, I’ll name my cousins Shawn, Jay, and my uncle, Josh.

We head running for the water, splashing around, doing whatever people do at the beach. My cousins Shawn and Jay, along with my uncle, Josh, were heading farther and farther out into the ocean. I wanted to join them and so I swam through the waves with ease… with too much ease.. We were all floating around, all calm… until the lifeguards started to announce on a speaker, “Get out of the water! You three out there, please get back to shore!”.

It was then that we realized… we were stuck in a rip current. Slowly realizing that the water was dragging us out further into the ocean, we started to swim back to shore.. or at least try to swim back to shore. If you weren’t aware, rip currents are bodies of water that get pushed back out into the ocean due to the wind current pushing the waves. We were fighting the waves harder and harder. We eventually ran out of energy and so my uncle started to scream for help. In response, Jay and I also started crying out for help, hoping the lifeguards would still be able to pull us out of the water. From this point, everything that was clear from the beach, were now a blur since we were so far out into the water. All I could hear were the screams for help and a loud ringing in my ears. All I could think of is “Is this the last day I’m gonna be alive?”. I can already picture the News announcing my name due to a death of a rip current. My legs started to give up on me, as I was paddling my hardest to stay afloat and gasp for air. The waves were so big at this point that every second there would be one hovering over us, and eventually pushing us under the water. We literally had 2 seconds to catch air, then become submerged the next. My lungs were starting to give out, as I’ve gulped down so much salt water. And there I knew… I was gonna die.

I slowly sank underwater, and just gave up trying to float… until I felt a hand grab me from above. It was a lifeguard. I finally grew a little hope in me. Fighting with the last ounces of my energy, I grabbed his float device and was eventually dragged back to shore.

To this day, we still talk about the scary experience of being dragged underwater and out in the middle of nowhere by Mother Nature. I still go out into the water when at the beach, and ironically developed a hobby for surfing as I got more experienced with the water and spotting where rip currents are. So be careful when you’re out in the water. If you feel like the sand is moving into the sea when you’re in the water, don’t go any further, as it may also start dragging your body, and swallowing you as a whole, only to be found dead 100 meters deep into the ocean..

The clown

So my name is Anthony and we just moved.I am not going to say where I moved to.So the house we moved to was normal size but their was a huge forest and I checked out my room and it was all pink.And you know why this sucks if your 8 and yes I was 8 but im 11 know.2 nights later it was Halloween and their were so many people dressed as a clown so I was a clown.

When I was done trick or treating the front door was locked so I went through the back.but I went past the forest I saw someone.

He was dressed as a clown but he was not a kid.He was an Adult yes that was weird because what would a grown man doing out in a forest dressed as a clown at 11 o’clock? He approached me and said “Hey want some free candy”?I said No freak! And ran for help.Luckily I found my dad and I told him what happend.He checked the forest and saw him and the clown waved.And looked at me and said “still want that free candy”?My dad looked at me and said he is being nice now go get the candy from him now!I shouted NO!

My dad told the clown to come here and he did.I looked at him and he looked at my dad.Then what I saw changed me I Still have nightmares about it and Still cry my eyes out. The clown took a Hatchet and stook it right through my dads head.Luckily I had a phone and ran and called the police crying barely speaking.but they cought him and I saw him in hand cuffs and he was looking at the ground.I said hey clown he looked

And I gave him the middle finger still crying.And that was the last time I saw the clown and my dad But that was not the only clown sighting I had their is 8 more.

Troll Encounter

Hello my name is Sander and i live in Norway, Selbustrand not a big place. not a scary place, Except the forest in our Backyard its not big but long we hear alot of storys of trolls around our neighbourhood but i thought it was just to scare the kids, but something still made me curious.

everynight i watch the forest and i always have a bad feeling when i see it. It always gives me the chills when i watch it.

One time in the winter i was brave enough to go outside by the forest. I knew it was a bad idea and i shouldn’t have done it but i did it anyways. as i was walking i heard strange noises by the trees but i thought it was just birds, i was wrong the noise just came closer for every step i took. i got scared i ran home like the pussy i am. when i was browsing the internet i randomly heard knocking on the windows.

I jumped out of the chair i was so in shock, it was to dark to see outside so i had to investige the next day. The day after i had no sleep after what happended that night, so i was outside checking by the window, there were no footprints anywhere only snow everywhere. i was wondering was it the tree knocking?

it couldnt there was no wind yesterday. next night i grabbed my Sniper Rifle and walked back to the forest, i was scared my heart was beating so fast i even started to sweat. i was thinking to myself What the Fuck could be out here?

as i heard noises i started running back, but it was too late behind me i saw somthing big, first of all i thought it was a Deformed-Bigfoot because of the hairy look. i started pointing my Sniper Rifle at it, all it did was just standed there i started running faster and faster. When i saw this thing i knew it had to be a Troll because thats what Norway is popular for, but i only thought they were a Myth.

as i came to my house the Troll made a really horrible scream i can never forget, it still haunts my dreams to this day, im glad i havent seen this Creature yet.

i don’t want my family to be a valentines day gift

Our marriage has been dead for quite some time and both me and my wife never talk about anything, do anything and I know we both think about leaving each other. We have three children and they consist of two boys from ages to 8-10 and a younger daughter who is 6 years old. As you can tell me and my wife have come to hate valentines day as it reminds us both about our own hellish marriage. We both grow jealous at other loved up couples and become disgusted at young love on valentines day.

We both used to be just like any other couple when we first met but then we got married and had two kids it all changed. Add in a high pressured job, monotonous routine and oh yes the boredom. No body told us what marriage was like before when we were just boyfriend and girlfriend. I guess we both resent each other now but something happened which at first was seen as a god send to distract me and my wife from the ever coming dreaded valentines day. Someone had drew hearts on our door and it was in blood and so I cleaned it off. Then I would find the heart drawing again on my door like 30 minutes later.

We live in a non attached house in an expensive neighbourhood with a forest near by. All of our neighbours houses have some distance separating all of us and the CCTV showed absolutely nothing and we couldn’t see anyone drawing a heart shape on our door. Then we started finding multiple heart shapes inside our house covered in blood and my wife started to suspect our children but it couldn’t have been them, as I watched the CCTV again.

Then in the forest everyone in our neighbourhood could hear some sort of celebration going on and we all assumed it was gypsies. We called the police and when they inspected the forest they couldn’t find anything. Then around mid January I started noticing rough looking homeless like men with teeth missing just smiling at me, everywhere I went. Then when I found heart shaped drawing on my children and wife which was made in blood, things became more serious. My wife assured me that she had no idea where the love heart drawings came from and this was becoming extremely worrying.

After that incident I would find my wife dressing all of my kids in fancy clothing and what was even more unusual was the way my three kids were just standing there not even bothered. They were just staring into nothing and the same with my wife. I would question her and my kids but got nothing but silence and they were all just staring into nothing. I even once found my wife trying to wrap my 3 kids in a present wrapper after dressing them in fancy clothing she bought from a costume shop.

I intervened and when questioning her all she could mutter was “valentines day gifts valentines day gift” and I had no idea what she was on about. Then on the 1st of February 2018 I awoke to screams coming from my wife from downstairs. I ran downstairs and I found one of those hideous men who have been following me around with a hagged old woman next to him. My eldest son in fancy clothing and wrapped up like a present was given as an early valentines day gift to the woman, who looked exactly like a witch. I was lost for words and I could feel physical pain coming from my heart as it was beating so fast. The witch then bit into my eldest son who didn’t scream and my wife was screaming but at the same time shouting out loud “enjoy your valentines day gift”

“aww this is such a romantic present I can’t wait to find out what I am going to get for valentines day” the witch spoke to her lover with her mouth covered in my eldest sons blood.

I could feel something invisible drawing something on my chest and it was a heart shape again. Then all of a sudden I found myself back in my bed and I had such bad pains in my chest and I started to wail and cry in such sorrow for my eldest son. I could hear my wife preparing my second eldest son and she was also trying her best to resist whatever was controlling her by randomly shouting out loud at the top of her voice. I wanted to phone the police or to get help but I couldn’t for some reason because black magic had control over me. That night a different witch received my second eldest from her lover and my poor boy was wrapped up like an object.

“this is such a lovely gift” the witch proclaimed as she started to tear up

Then as she bit into my second eldest boy thier body shape started to become awkward and ragged. Their eyes turned black and blood was all over thier faces and my wife against her will kept on repeating “hope you enjoy your valentines day gift”

“oh lovey of course I will” the witch replied to my wife with her voice deepened and her true form desperate to get out.

Then I appeared back in my bed and a couple of weeks went past and my daughter was left sleeping beside me and my wife came into the room as I was sleeping with my daughter and started going bezerk at me. She kept asking me why I was such an unromantic husband and why I haven’t gotten her anything for valentines day. Everything she felt about me was coming out now and I knew she was not in the right state of mind.

Then eventually a third witch with her dirty, uncleansed and horrible looking lover picked up my daughter who was wrapped up like a present. I tried with all of my might to stand up and fight but I couldn’t and the third witch started to tear up in such Joy and she kissed her man. I had to witness for the third time my only daughter being ripped apart to shreds. My house was a mess with blood everywhere and I was desperate for fresh air.

The witch then told me for valentines day that her and the other two witches will have me and my wife for a romantic meal with thier lovers. My wife was just silent and I was so weak to say anything.

Happy valentines day.