It’s Getting Closer….. (UPDATE)
www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/a84yfo/its_getting_closer/ (Original post)
So before I get into what has been going on these past few weeks I want to say sorry for not keeping you all updated more frequently. It’s been difficult to find time to write updates since I’m more stressed out than I have ever been in my life.
First off to answer the question on everyones mind, yes. I did survive that night I posted. Before I get into that I want to answer another big question. I can’t just leave my job, because i’m under an official contract. I didn’t specify last time but i’m in the military. I make my job sound easy but believe me, some aspects of my career have been very stressful. I got back from a deployment recently and I never want to relive what I had been through or see the things I witnessed ever again. I never thought i’d have any worse to worry about, but as you know the cruel truth stared back at me from across the parking lot.
Now to get into the update, buckle up. There’s a lot to talk about.
Let’s start with the night of my original upload, I was in the middle of my shift absolutely terrified. After I made the post I could not stop pacing and staring at the clock. Time seemed to be moving fast, it always seems to happen when you really don’t want it to. Inevitably though closing time came. I started to close up and began to calm myself down. I kept reassuring myself that the experiences that i’ve been through trump anything that’s standing out in that parking lot. I was able to calm down enough to at least get to the door to leave my building. I stood before the door, took a deep breath, braced myself, and started to run forward knocking open the door. As I was running, eyes locked on my car, about halfway to the safety of my car I began to frantically search for where the figure was, and saw something that stopped my mad sprint.
The figure wasn’t there.
He wasn’t anywhere. Not across the street, not on my street, and not waiting for me by my car. I kept looking, surveying all around me to see if my eyes were decieving me. Then it finally hit me, he really wasn’t there. I felt a tidal wave of relief surge through my body, I hadn’t felt this way in weeks. I walked the rest of the way to my car, taking my time in the process. On the drive home I actually turned up the radio and started to sing to a song I usually hated, and as I arrived home I did a small dance to my front door and thought afterwards, “I hope my neighbors didn’t see that.” I laid in bed that night smiling and thinking to myself, “It’s finally over”. I had never slept better before that night.
When I woke up, I felt refreshed knowing it was the weekend and Christmas was right around the corner. No work, life was good. I took the day to just lay in bed and be lazy, but that got me thinking a bit. Not about the strange figure though. I thought about my family and friends who I haven’t talked to since the figure first appeared, I thought about work and how much of a lunatic I must have seemed to be, and I just thought back to my life before the figure and everything that had led up to it.
I must have been thinking for some time since before I knew it, it was getting dark outside. I was starving too, I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I forgot I actually needed food to survive. I walked downstairs and scavenged through my fridge finding the last of my food which sadly was just a measly TV Dinner. I looked for literally anything else but found only condiments, and milk. I decided I didn’t want a ketchup shake, so I set a reminder on a sticky note to get more food and grabbed the TV dinner. Once my dinner was heated up, i started to head for the stairs thinking about whether I wanted to watch a movie or play some videogames. Something stopped me dead in my tracks though as I passed by the window in my living room. What I saw caused me to drop the plate shattering it on the floor. At that moment though it didn’t matter, nothing else mattered.
The figure was standing in the middle of the street outside of my house.
We stared at each other for minutes that felt like hours. I stared at him and met his unflinching gaze. He stood there dead center in the middle of the street, illuminated by the streetlight that hung over him. His mouth still twisted in that horrifying invisible scream, and his eyes locked on me. I felt afraid, but at the same time I also felt anger rising up inside of me. I was feeling so good today, and I thought my ordeal was finally over only to find that the figure showed up to my house instead. I did the only thing I could think to do at that moment. “FUCK YOU!” I screamed. The creature did nothing in response, didn’t move and continued to stare into my soul. I ran upstairs and into my bedroom making my way to the window by my bed. I stared down at him and saw he was already staring up at me, as if he had tracked me as I moved throughout my house.
I stared at him for hours from my bedroom window. He didn’t move once. I struggled for hours to keep myself awake, I refused to fall asleep while the twisted figure lurked right outside my house. I knew if I fell asleep he’d probably get even closer, maybe even find a way to get into my house. Then he’d surely catch me. As I was convincing myself not to fall asleep, my eyes got heavy and before I knew it I was waking up to the morning sun. As i rubbed my eyes I immediately looked out to the street and started to look for him.
The figure had disappeared.
This had gone on for a while, the second day I didn’t see him at all until that night when i was playing videogames in my room. I glanced outside and sure enough the figure was standing out there, not in the center of the street but right beside the streetlight across from my house that was illuminating him the night prior. Then the next night he was standing on the sidewalk right beside my driveway. Every night he was there, except in a different spot outside of my house. I was absolutely terrified, and it didn’t help the fact that none of the other neighbors seemed to see him. My neighbors would pull out trash cans and set it right beside him, joggers would move past him not even acknowledging the fact that he was standing there, teenagers that longboarded around the development passed by him never breaking their focus.
As weird as it sounds though, I kind of made a routine out of his appearances. I realized that he never appeared in the daylight, so in the mornings I would go out and about and do things that i needed to do. About an hour or so before it started to get dark I always got home to lock up and get ready for the figure to show up. Looking back now I could have gone to stay elsewhere but I guess I just figured, if he could show up at my house and where I work he could definitely show up anywhere I went. Another thing I noticed about the figure, he showed up every night in a different spot but not once did he make it close to my front door. The furthest I had seen him was right before my front lawn on the sidewalk connecting to it.
I was still wary of the figure and definitely scared but in a strange way it got a little easier. Sure there were some things I lost out on due to the creep trapping me in my house. I couldn’t celebrate christmas with friends or go to any christmas parties since I didn’t want to be outside of the safety of my house when it got dark. Instead I celebrated Christmas in my house, but I wasn’t alone. Sure enough the figure stood outside of my house. “I guess he just didn’t want to take the holiday off.” I thought to myself. I also missed a New Years party that a coworker hosted. Instead I counted down to a New Year with the figure watching me from a distance. “Happy New Year!” I shouted at him. “Here’s to another year of you ruining my fucking life!”
The holiday was over and sure enough the day after New Years it occured to me that I had to start back to work the next day. To be honest I hadn’t thought about work and realizing that I was on evening shift the next night brought all of the fear immediately back to me. I knew I couldn’t stay in the safety of my home the next night. That i was doomed to work the evening shift and closing by myself. I’d be walking out in the open for the figure to have another chance to charge at me. I knew that there was a chance that when I left work the next night, I might not make it home.
I figured at the time, if I might not survive after tomorrow night I may as well spend the rest of today doing what I love to do. So that’s exactly what I did. I went out for breakfast at this little diner that claimed to have the best pancakes in South Dakota. Following breakfast, I went on a bit of a shopping spree. I bought a videogame I had been meaning to get for a while, a brand new controller, a movie I really enjoyed that came out last year, and one of my favorite graphic novels of all time. I decided to call up my friends and ask if they wanted to hang out, and we ended up going to see a movie. I got the biggest popcorn and soda available for myself and i bought the tickets for my friends and I.
After the movie we talked and caught up, I didn’t even think about bringing up the last few weeks to them. Honestly I was just happy to listen to their big happenings of the past few weeks. Afterwards we parted ways and I decided I wanted that nights dinner to be at one of my favorite Hibachi restaurants, you could call it a last meal of sorts. I caught an early dinner and made it home before it started to get dark. I put in the movie I had purchased earlier and started to watch it, and before I knew it the movie was over and it was dark outside.
Refusing to look outside, I put in my new videogame and started to play. To be honest that game is fucking amazing and I actually couldn’t look away from the screen. Around 1130, I started to get tired so I turned off the system and started to get up to head upstairs to my room. Before I could make my way upstairs, I had to look out the window. I had ignored the fact that the figure existed all day but I had to come face to face with tomorrows reality to remind myself of whats to come. I turned to face him, I scanned up and down my street.
He wasn’t there.
I could have screamed for how overjoyed I was. I finally got a break from the figure and I didn’t have to deal with him, at least for that night. I went upstairs, got into bed, and fell asleep almost immediately.
On my shift the next evening it was the strangest thing, I didn’t even worry about leaving once I closed up. I’m not sure exactly why but it was as if the whole day I had already accepted what was going to happen and I just went about my day choosing not to think about it. It may have been because I had the best day the day before and I did everything I had wanted to do before my first day back the next day. Before I knew it, it was time to close up. I closed up, and walked out the front door to my car. I looked around to see where he was waiting for me and saw that he wasn’t in the parking lots.
“Well, he’s probably waiting for me at my house.” I thought to myself. I got in my car and slowly began my drive home. I reached my development, drove around until I got to my street, approached the street corner ready to meet him, turned onto my street and saw…
He wasn’t there. Two nights in a row he didn’t show. I stopped in the middle of my street and thought to myself “Is he actually gone?” “Am I finally free?” I turned into my driveway, got out of my car, walked up to my door, walked into my house, and shut the door locking it behind me. I leaned against the door and slid to the floor, and started to laugh. I thought the figure was just fucking with me, that he was waiting for me when I was most vulnerable to attack. But then I thought, “Maybe i’m actually done being tormented.” “Maybe it’s actually over this time.” Either way I decided to head to bed right away. Falling asleep almost immediately.
So, in the week after that I didn’t see the figure anymore. Days passed by and things started to return to normal. I started to reconnect with my friends more, work shifts went by faster, and life was pretty good.
I wish I could say I lived happily ever after, that I could tell you that my life went on and everything is all better now. That one good day can save you from the otherworldly evil that dwells in parking lots. That’s not the way life works though, because my update leads to earlier tonight when things got even worse than I could have ever imagined.
So tonight, I got home and did what i did most nights after a long shift and unwound with some videogames. I played for about an hour when I got a notification from Facebook telling me that my mom tagged me in a post. I groaned to myself, usually when my mom tags me in a post it’s usually always something like “Share and tag if you have a loved one in the service” or “Share if you like Jesus, ignore if you worship Satan.” Stuff like that, i’m sure you guys know what i’m talking about.
Anyways, I log onto Facebook and see that my mom actually tagged me in a post with a bunch of old pictures she found. I had to laugh though, she literally took pictures of old polaroids and posted them one by one in a huge photo album. She really must have been dedicated to showing off these old pictures of our family. I started going through them all, recognizing certain events from my childhood. I saw a picture of me in our old house, it was my second birthday and I had cake mushed all over my face. My dad was in that picture, arm over the chair beaming from ear to ear.
“This must’ve been before he left.” I thought to myself. My dad had left us when I was still young, one of my first memories was actually watching him walk out the door with a suitcase and slamming the door behind him. I decided I didn’t want to look at him anymore and went to the next picture. This was a picture of one of my Halloween costumes where I dressed as Charmander from Pokemon. Picture after picture I went through, and the memories flowed back. Eventually I got to an old picture of me with the rest of my soccer team in a team photo.
I hated that “team.” They didn’t treat me like I was a part of the “team”, instead they isolated me. It was because I was the goalie, I always recieved the blame when we lost. I wanted to leave the team but my mom insisted that it was normal behavior and that my teammates were just competetive. So I went to every practice and every game and sure enough I always got treated like shit by the rest of my team. I was so happy when the season ended and I didn’t have to see them ever again.
I decided to keep going through the rest of the pictures until I finally reached the last one, another picture of my dad. This time though it was him holding me as an infant, in front of the dining room window in my old house. I had wondered why my mom decided to post all the pictures of my dad all of a sudden. Maybe she was over him leaving, and decided to move on. She always was hung up and scarred by how terrible of a person he was. Maybe things were getting better for her finally and she felt comfortable posting it. Whatever it was, I couldn’t look at him anymore so i moved to close out Facebook when something caught my eye.
I looked at the picture of my dad holding me once more, and studied it hard. Suddenly my heart started to race, and my blood went cold. I frantically started to zoom in on the picture, “It can’t be.” “No way.” I kept saying. And when I zoomed in, it was pretty blurry but sure enough on the street outside the living room window almost obscured by dad’s head…
The figure was there.
I clicked off the picture, and noticed something else in another picture. The picture of me with my soccer team, I zoomed in once more. Between two of my teamates heads in the field stretched behind us, he was there. In another picture, an action shot of me in my goal beside cheering parents on the bleachers, the figure was standing behind the bleachers same expression on his face as everytime i’ve seen him. Some pictures he wasn’t in but most of them he was always partially hidden or you had to zoom in a bit to see him.
My mind was racing, as i clicked on my page to get away from the album. I felt like I was going crazy, that’s when I noticed something on my cover photo. I enlarged it to see the familiar photo of me and a few coworkers standing in the desert while we were deployed. But on the far right side almost out of shot, the figure stared from the side of a tent. I threw my phone across the room and started to scream. I gripped my head and tried to calm down despite a million questions in my head, “What is going on?” “Has he been here my whole life?” “What does this mean?”
My though process was interrupted though when I got the feeling I was being watched. I whipped my head to stare out the living room window and almost lept out of my skin. He was right there, nose almost pressed against the window. Closer than he had ever been to my house. I felt frozen, I tried to say anything but the words couldn’t come I tried to move but my body refused. I could only stare at this awful figure that haunted my life. His matted silly string black hair which stuck to my window, His eyes that bore into mine as they always have, His mouth frozen in that silent scream. At that moment I knew my life would forever be stalked by this terrible curse.
And the figures mouth as if on cue, twisted into an all knowing smile.
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