On my way to recovery! After a small set back last night (an allergic reaction to the pain medication), I’m feeling better. 😊 I should be back to writing once I can comfortably hold my laptop in my lap. I need to keep my leg elevated and can’t put any weight on it until Monday (my post op). I also have to keep this massive ice pack on it most of the time. Boo. Anyways, I’m alive. Yay!
“Diabolical forces are formidable. These forces are eternal, and
they exist today. The fairy tale is true. The devil exists. God exists.
And for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect
to follow.” - Ed Warren
@bearlytolerable - I know right!? wrote a fic for her about it Incy Wincy Spider here if anyone feels the same!
I once had the same spider (I’m certain it was the same one) follow me round my house for three days!
Day 1: Comes from nowhere runs straight at me while on the house phone trapped in the hallway. I have to jump over it and run away as it corners me.
Day 2: Get out of the bath and find it sitting on my pile of clothes on the floor. Just sitting there. Waiting for me.
Day 3: Runs across my hand when I’m watching T.V! It touched me!!! Thankfully that seemed to put it off and it didn’t return but I was very traumatised.
Also one time my sister in law to be had a spider trapped in her hair. She wrapped her hair in an towel after a shower and could feel it crawling in her hair and couldn’t get it out because it was all tangled!
This happened three years ago when I was in 5th grade. While home alone that night, I came upon this game while surfing the Internet after 1 AM. I didn’t feel scared or anything, so I decided to play the game. I used a country girl doll and performed the steps, but I didn’t include anything from my body. I was late with the preparations, so by the time I got the knife and saltwater ready, it was already two minutes before 3 AM. Once the computer and all of the lights were turned off, I went into the bathroom and recited the chants. Afterward, I proceeded into the guest room next to the bathroom, counted to ten, and went out to stab the doll. Then I went back to the guest room, closed the door, turned the TV on, and hid in the closet with my saltwater and cell phone. I could hear the TV while I was waiting, but I don’t remember how much time had passed. Soon, I heard static noise mixed in with the audio of some show, then it switched back to static. It was pretty creepy, but the TV in the guest room did that a lot so I tried not to pay much attention to it. That is until; I heard a sound coming from the TV.
“Knock, knock, knock, knock”
It was mixed with the static noise, but it sounded as if a hand had come out of the television (It was next to the closet) and was knocking on the closet door. That knocking continued ten more times before stopping. I was so nervous; I couldn’t breathe even after the sound had stopped. Soon, the noise level started to decrease and increase. It would get loud enough to burst my eardrums and then quiet as if the TV was off. Then suddenly, the TV turned off. As a result, I stopped breathing and waited. The TV turned on again, this time with sound.
“Where” “Are” “You” “Hiding”
[TV on and off]
“Are” “You” “Here”
[TV on and off]
“I” “Know” “You” “Are “There”
[TV on and off]
[TV off, and after a while turns on]
“I” “Guess” “Not” “Here”
As the channel was flipping, one word would sound out (at channel A, “Where” then at channel B, “Are” and so on). The middle “Come out!” sounded as if it came from a drama. It didn’t come out one word at a time, but rather like a scene where a woman was screaming.
The TV turned off again and didn’t turn on for quite some time. I was so scared that I didn’t want to leave my hiding place. I wanted to call someone, so I took out my cell phone. My phone accessory made a clinking sound as they hit each other, and at that moment, the TV turned on.
Then it turned off. I felt that I shouldn’t make any sound, so I clutched my phone and stayed still.
It turned on again…
After that loud sound, the TV didn’t turn off and the static noise returned. Along with the static noise, I heard:
I was terrified, but it sounded like it hadn’t found me since all it talked about was finding me. So, with the saltwater in my mouth, I ran out of the closet. I didn’t know it at the time, but the TV was off when I came out…I had turned it on when I first entered the room. I opened the door and turned on the bathroom light, and found the doll on the floor with the knife. The soaked doll looked as if it were trying to crawl out of the basin and the knife was thrown across the floor. I was so shocked, that my mouth fell open. Luckily, the saltwater fell on the doll. I took the knife and disposed of the doll by ripping it to pieces. I then turned on every light in the house. I went to the kitchen to get a wrap, white plastic bag, and a black trash bag that I used to wrap the doll in and proceeded to stab it a few times. Then along with the knife, I wrapped about five more plastic bags around it. Only after wrapping it with tape could I finally relax.
I looked at the time as I walked out into the living room and the clock was pointing at 3:05.
All this happened in only five minutes!
Five minutes should have passed with I started hearing the knocking. No, taking care of the doll after the game should have taken longer than five minutes…