Refreshingly dark piece written by and reblogged from Grim’s Crypt.
It started happening the beginning of one week during the middle of the night when you’d find me typing away on my laptop. The knocking noises weren’t loud, but in the middle of the night there was dead silence so the noise appeared louder than what they really were. For a while, I would chalk it up to my neighbors’ headboard banging against the wall while having sex or the pipes in this old apartment building talking. I’d just ignore it and finish writing whatever story I was working on at the time.
One night that week, I couldn’t ignore it any longer. Not only were there the knocking sounds, but scratching noises had accompanied it as well. I remember looking behind me and seeing nothing but the white plastered walls that surrounded me. What was weird was the noises had stopped as soon as I looked, but resumed once…
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Very chilling tale.
Sounds like medieval tales of the incubus brought to life in a 21st Century setting.
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…with a twist of the hurtful muse, pain needed for creativity to flow…;)
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