Trying a picture to text transcription. Will fix it later, if there are any errors
I have a story that my father told me. It happened to him when I was a highscooler.
> be my father
›live in two storey house
›bedrooms are upstairs, livingroom, kitchen and computer room are downstairs
›nice neighbourhood, but had some unexplained thefts, nothing serious
›sleeping peacefully, when something wakes you up
>look at clock, it's 3 am
>suddenly, stairs creak
›wooden stairs, they creak under weight
>hear it again, just a second, like someone walks step by step or something low weight
›dogs and cats are definately outside
›at this point eyes are open and listening
›see a flash of light coming from the stairs (doors have glass parts)
>hear the creaking again, then one more flash
>finally decides to check it out, can't go back to sleep anyway
>go out of the door, try to reach for the light switch when suddenly a creak
>glance toward stairs in reflex
›see something humanoid on all fours, limbs all twisted, one "hand" grasping a step, holding something in the other
>lock eyes for a second, frozen in fear
>when the thing slightly moves, jump back into room
›run around like a madman, looking for anything that can be used as a weapon
>nothing there, picks up a fucking chair
›storms out, ready to pummel even a tank with the chair
>except there is nothing
>mom is up too at this point, check the house as quiet as possible, so the kids won't wake up
>find nothing, even with lights on
>go back to sleep
He told me next day, asked if I heard anything. I said I didn’t, and maybe he just had a nightmare, since mom didn’t hear or saw anything. The truth is, I did hear and see everything. You know, I had a curfew at 10 pm, but my parents went to bed before that, so I played some game and finished at 3 am. I used my phone as a light source, only when needed, and went on all fours, because I thought distributing the weight might ease down the creaking. I thought I will die when dad looked at me, but when he went back, I bolted back to my room and pretended I was asleep.
Dad locks eyes with his child, assumes it’s a demon.
Sounds like Dad’s a fucking moron.
“So I see this gremlin with a mop of greasy, matted hair rounding the top of the stairs. It was gaunt and pockmarked. And pale, pale like the sun had never touched its skin. It smelled like death itself was climbing those steps, son. The kind of slow, shit covered death you find in hospice. The instant I perceived it, I knew that it needed to die. Some animal instinct within me understood that there was no place in this world for a thing so repulsive. I swear to god, if I ever see it again, I’ll incinerate both it and myself. I can’t let even its memory survive.”
*Tears streaming down their face* “Right on, dad.”
I genuinely hope you wrote this yourself because god damn, that was funny.
I write all of my own garbage. Except for the garbage I transcribe from the internet.
It was dark and the dude was on all fours grabbing a stair instead of standing like a regular person. Who cares what it looked like, it could’ve been some fucked up animal, a demon, a weird ass neighbor, you still grab whatever you can and try to defend your family
I think that the day where I can’t recognize the people I love by looking them in the eyes is a day where I will either need glasses or no longer want to be alive.
Good thing it was night, so that “day” will never happen anyways.