I kid you not at one point in my life I literally had no life because I would just be stuck in my room bored as hell in this boring hometown. I would be watching these creepy ass YouTube videos that would say some crap like “10 creepiest places on earth”, “10 most dangerous places in the world” and “10 creepiest disappearance stories.”
I was hella terrified at a lot of those stories like there was literally this one video of a ghost car with no one inside it and it miraculously disappeared lmao. There was also this one story of this girl called Elisa Lam and her story is so damn creepy. Her dead body was found right at the top of the hotel in this WATER TANK like how Tf did she get in? And just before that, she was last seen in this video footage of her looking like she was in trance in this elevator, like she was paranoid and running away from someone who she could see but not visible to the camera. Holy shit that led me to finding about the “elevator game”, which is apparently this supernatural game you play by pressing buttons on the elevator in a certain order and you’re led to another world. Like all the windows apparently turn fully black or something and when you press a certain floor, there’s apparently a creepy girl who you must ignore and if you look at her, she will follow you.
And there was this one seriously creepy story of a Mexican girl who used to live on a farm and there was apparently a story of a bruja witch who resided nearby (who apparently loves to eat children), and so her family would lock all windows and doors at night. But her grandma let her wander off in the farm as long as she didn’t go far away (because she didn’t know about the bruja witch)…. and she apparently ended up seeing the bruja witch who would be like “little girl, little girl, come over here.”
Literally for weeks after obsessively watching those creepy ass stories, I would be so terrified to even exist in this world that I would refuse to sleep in bed alone and incapable of sleeping in the dark. And I’m convinced that obsessing over those creepy af stories attracted some kind of nasty jinn because shortly afterwards, I would hear my mum calling my name and she didn’t actually say anything. And then this nasty jinn would follow me to my student accommodation and casually make weird noises at night. I’m convinced it fancied me and didn’t wanna leave me.
Lmao imma continue shitposting until I recover from this nasty ass virus that is leaving me fatigued, bedridden and overthinking I’m sick of this 😩