Prisoner of war Blinking in Morse code spell T-O-R-T-U-R-E during forced interview
Tuesday 18 February 2014
Prisoner of war Blinking in Morse code spell T-O-R-T-U-R-E during forced interview
Prisoner of war Blinking in Morse code spell T-O-R-T-U-R-E during forced interview
The voice
This happened when I was in high school. I was
reading a book at the heated table in the living room when I got tired
and fell asleep. Usually when I sleep under the table, I don’t wake up
until morning. It’s so warm and cozy that I sleep really well. This
night, however, my eyes flew open all of the sudden. I don’t know what
time it was, but it was very late and everyone else was asleep.
Despite having just woken up, I was wide awake. I could barely tell I had been sleeping just seconds before. I wondered why I woke up at such an odd hour when I heard something.
“Igarashi!” Somebody was calling my name from outside. It took me a few seconds to realize whose voice it was, and I was surprised when it hit me; it was one of the members of the club I was in—an upperclassman. His house was only a few minutes away from mine, but something was off about his visit. Unlike usual, his voice was kind and gentle. It was almost as if he were talking to his girlfriend. We were about as good of friends as anyone else in the club was, but we weren’t dating and neither of us had any feelings like that for the other.
I started to worry. If he came to my house at a time like this, there must be some sort of emergency. I hurried over to my window and opened it to look outside. I was on the second floor, but I could easily tell that nobody was there. I didn’t want to call out to him because the neighbors might get mad, so I continued searching around the outside for a few moments before giving up and closing the window. I curled up under the table again and fell back asleep.
The next day, I confronted my friend and asked him why he came over so late.
“What are you talking about? Why would I go over to your place that late?” He brushed off the accusation immediately. “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming or something?”
But I know it was his voice. I didn’t doubt him because he didn’t seem like he was joking, but something was going on. My friend Ishida, who can sense ghosts, came over to my place after club and I brought it up with her. We had been joking around until then, but when I brought up the voice she suddenly got very serious.
“You didn’t reply to it, did you?” When I told her that I didn’t say anything because it was dark out, she relaxed, but only slightly. “Good. If anything like that happens again, don’t talk to it.”
“Why not?” I felt a shiver go up my spine when she looked at me.
“It’s best if you don’t know. It will only scare you more.”
Nothing like that ever happened again, but I still get goosebumps when I think of it. Not the voice, but what Ishida said and, even more so, what she knew. What was she hiding from me? And what would have happened if I had replied to whatever was calling me that night?
Maybe it really is better that I don’t know…
Despite having just woken up, I was wide awake. I could barely tell I had been sleeping just seconds before. I wondered why I woke up at such an odd hour when I heard something.
“Igarashi!” Somebody was calling my name from outside. It took me a few seconds to realize whose voice it was, and I was surprised when it hit me; it was one of the members of the club I was in—an upperclassman. His house was only a few minutes away from mine, but something was off about his visit. Unlike usual, his voice was kind and gentle. It was almost as if he were talking to his girlfriend. We were about as good of friends as anyone else in the club was, but we weren’t dating and neither of us had any feelings like that for the other.
I started to worry. If he came to my house at a time like this, there must be some sort of emergency. I hurried over to my window and opened it to look outside. I was on the second floor, but I could easily tell that nobody was there. I didn’t want to call out to him because the neighbors might get mad, so I continued searching around the outside for a few moments before giving up and closing the window. I curled up under the table again and fell back asleep.
The next day, I confronted my friend and asked him why he came over so late.
“What are you talking about? Why would I go over to your place that late?” He brushed off the accusation immediately. “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming or something?”
But I know it was his voice. I didn’t doubt him because he didn’t seem like he was joking, but something was going on. My friend Ishida, who can sense ghosts, came over to my place after club and I brought it up with her. We had been joking around until then, but when I brought up the voice she suddenly got very serious.
“You didn’t reply to it, did you?” When I told her that I didn’t say anything because it was dark out, she relaxed, but only slightly. “Good. If anything like that happens again, don’t talk to it.”
“Why not?” I felt a shiver go up my spine when she looked at me.
“It’s best if you don’t know. It will only scare you more.”
Nothing like that ever happened again, but I still get goosebumps when I think of it. Not the voice, but what Ishida said and, even more so, what she knew. What was she hiding from me? And what would have happened if I had replied to whatever was calling me that night?
Maybe it really is better that I don’t know…
Tuesday 4 February 2014
Abandoned Building
There’s a road I take on my way home from work that goes by a
big abandoned apartment building that is going to be teared down. A lot
of people commit suicide by jumping off of it and a bunch of my
co-workers claim that they’ve seen ghosts. There’s no light around and
it’s pretty creepy at night.
One night, I was stuck late at work and I didn’t get off until about eleven. I was walking home past that apartment when I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
I looked up and saw a silhouette on the building.
”!?”
I thought my heart was going to stop. It was definitely a person.
"Is it a ghost…?!" I asked myself. And then "it" jumped off.
I heard the horrible sound of a body hitting the concrete and saw a woman lying on the ground.
I called 911 and ran towards the direction of the body. She was covered in blood and her arms were bent in weird ways. She’s a real person but it was still very scary.
I could see a bunch of people looking down at me from above that building. They must have come out when they heard the crash.
The ambulance came and took her away. I went home after the incident but was too freaked out to sleep that night.
I called the hospital the next day. They said she was badly injured but managed to survive.
I’m so glad… it would’ve been horrible if she really died.
What makes this story creepy?
One night, I was stuck late at work and I didn’t get off until about eleven. I was walking home past that apartment when I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
I looked up and saw a silhouette on the building.
”!?”
I thought my heart was going to stop. It was definitely a person.
"Is it a ghost…?!" I asked myself. And then "it" jumped off.
I heard the horrible sound of a body hitting the concrete and saw a woman lying on the ground.
I called 911 and ran towards the direction of the body. She was covered in blood and her arms were bent in weird ways. She’s a real person but it was still very scary.
I could see a bunch of people looking down at me from above that building. They must have come out when they heard the crash.
The ambulance came and took her away. I went home after the incident but was too freaked out to sleep that night.
I called the hospital the next day. They said she was badly injured but managed to survive.
I’m so glad… it would’ve been horrible if she really died.
What makes this story creepy?
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