chapter 46

    "Oh! That last one ... the one he serves his groceries is a psychopath ?!" exclaimed Rin excitedly. Kyeo put on a confused expression.

    "What is a psychopath?" asked a hundred year old demon. Obviously he didn't know, because he was just rereading the stories that the firefly demon had told him.

    Zura smiled and took the initiative to explain. "In medical science, psychopath is a personality disorder characterized by insensitive, rude, manipulative, sensation-seeking and anti-social attitudes. Psychopaths are one of the terrible psychic disorders. Psychopaths are part of a personality disorder that can be characterized by antisocial, impulsive, and do not follow or ignore the norms in society, and do not have feelings of fear or guilt, "he explained briefly and quite clearly.

    Rin was amazed, pleased with her best friend's explanation. "Thank you, Zura. It really helps Kyeo," he said which immediately got a sweet smile from the devil Onigama.

    "You're welcome," replied Zura briefly.

    Kyeo only gave a long mutter before shaking his head quickly. "I don't know what it is," he said dryly. Why explain something he didn't want to know at all. "But clearly, I don't care about the person in the story."

    The bat demon cleared his throat softly before resuming his story. Because Zura again shows his skills, Kyeo feels a little lost in his charm in front of the Akibara girl. Damn it!

    "Go ahead, the next story is entitled THE WEIRD BREAKING CASE. Written by Maggie Louise. Listen carefully to this story before commenting ...."

    "This Creepypasta tells the story of a girl who is haunted by nightmares every night. When her older sister tries to help her, the girl treats her harshly. The reason for her sister's strange behavior will surprise her brother."

    My younger sister has had sleep paralysis (squeezing) since first grade, an unusual age to experience it, because this phenomenon is usually the result of stress from the outside environment. Why we never understood. He was too young to experience stress. His dreams were so bad that he would stay up all night. As a result, he will fall asleep while in his afternoon class. Then he will go through that cycle, again and again. Honestly, we don't understand what happened to Annie and how to treat it. For my parents, the real nightmare was when their daughter had an illness that could not be explained medically.

    Doctors always say the same thing. Flashlights, teddy bears, whatever calms him down, should always be provided in bed. But all the advice still couldn't stop her nightmares. What nightmare was she actually having, I had asked. And he always said the same thing: an old woman stood on his bed, on top of him. Her hair was long and messy, her smile was very wide, her eyes were scary ... and she was always whispering about to steal Annie's body. My brother would tremble and scream until he woke up. He said he knew that one day she would be successful. But we just think of all of this as a nightmare which he considers too real.

    One night my sister woke up from the same nightmare and crush. But this time he came to my room and woke me up. Seeing him in the dark made me quite scared. I was surprised at that time, why didn't he come to my father's and mother's room, instead he came to my room.

    "I no longer want to wake them up in the middle of the night," he replied, "Tony .. you want to accompany me tonight?"

    I'm not sure. We are teenagers and thought it would be a strange experience. But he is my brother and I agreed. He slept in my bed, while I lay on the floor. It became our habit every night and our parents sometimes came to check on us. It might be sweet to them to see us as brothers protecting each other. But I always wake up in the morning with pain in my back ... ugh.

    One night Annie woke up again. Her eyes were wide open. But something inside said that he was still asleep. I stood up and approached him on the bed. He began to raise his hand and wave it, as if he was being controlled by something outside himself. Suddenly he shouted, “No! Do not!".

    I know that he is fighting against whatever is haunting his dreams. Then all I can do is wake him up. He immediately got up with tears flooding his eyes and he pushed me hard. I mean, he really pushed me with all his strength, too much force for a girl his age. He looks rude, very rude. Suddenly he realized and looked at me who fell on the floor.

    "I don't know what happened," she cried, "I'm sorry ... don't leave me alone in this room, please, don't be angry!"

    And, well, I stayed there the next night. I fell asleep on the floor, while he fell asleep comfortably in his bed. After about 20 minutes of sleeping, he suddenly woke up ... well, you know what I mean, his eyes were open yet he was still dreaming. He then started screaming. My sister obviously looks really scared. The blanket he threw away and covered my body lying on the floor.

    I pulled the blanket from my face and saw it suddenly was standing on the edge of the bed. He stared sharply and muttered indistinctly, "... closer ... closer ..."

    So I listened to him and walked over to him. But when I was near him, he suddenly hit me until I fell. Then he will wake up again and last night's incident will repeat itself. He will apologize and ask me not to leave him alone. In short, the events of last night repeated themselves, with even more intensity.

    At this point, I began to feel terrified by these terrors. How could something as simple as squeezing give my sister such super strength to bring down a young man like me? It was as if something was inside him, controlling his body against his will. And either way, she gave the strength to hurt her brother, the only person trying to help her.

    On the third night, I woke up again to the blanket that had been thrown in my face. Starting again, I thought. I'm now trying a new approach. He looked even angrier tonight. His eyes widened and he screamed, trying to block whatever lay in front of him. I crept over to the side of the bed, but I noticed his eyes looked over to the side where I used to sleep.

    He seemed to be looking for me.

    I got closer to him, but before I got there ....

    His head suddenly turned towards me and he shouted incoherently, ".... approaching !!!"

    I walked over to him and our eyes met. When I was about to wake him up, suddenly he grabbed my shirt tightly and threw me to the floor.

    I crawled on the floor, trying to get away from it. But with full adrenaline strength, he suddenly jumped out of bed and grabbed my hand. He then pulled me out of the room and slammed the bedroom door behind us.

    "What are you doing?" I shouted at my sister. Our parents were awake because of the noise we made and left the room. I felt a little guilty for yelling at my sister, but she really scared and confused me. This is not the first time he has hurt me in his sleep and I demand an explanation!

    "I woke up in the middle of my dream ..." he said, "I warned you many times, but you never heard! Do not come close!"

    "What?" I shook my head. So is that what my sister is trying to say? I only heard her last word, "Close." I always thought he wanted me to come over to him and wake him up from his sleep, but quite the opposite. I then told him how he helped me to the floor, not only tonight, but the night before. Our parents also listened.

    "This time I was really awake." Tears rolled down her cheeks. He seemed completely unaware of what he had just done to me in the room earlier. “The old woman standing on my bed is trying to get into you. I saw him trying to climb into your mouth while yours was open .... "

    Do not come close. That urge. My brother tried to save me from whatever was in the bedroom. Suddenly I noticed that something was stuck in my mouth, as if something was stuck between my teeth. I stick my finger in my mouth and pull something out.

    Broken nails.

    ***

    HAVE YOU EVER ....

    Author: museofdoom2 (with some changes)

    Source: Reddit Short Scary Story

    Have you ever looked outside your window and observed the houses around you until you looked into one of your neighbor's windows and found someone was staring at you too? it happened to me once. Several hours have passed, but I can't erase this thought from my mind; that if I opened the curtains again that woman would still be there. But finally curiosity overcame me until I finally took my old pair of binoculars. I need to convince myself that he is still watching me.

    I opened the curtains and there she was. He continues to watch me from behind his window. I lifted my binoculars and my heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he didn't look human. I can't figure out what made me think that way, but he doesn't seem ... alive? His black eyes kept fixating on me. Frightened, I finally closed the curtains in my room.

    Several days passed and every day, I opened my window for a few minutes hoping that he wouldn't be there watching me. But he's always there. The pattern continued and after a few weeks, I finally decided to go to the house. I have to know what he is doing and why he keeps looking at me like that.

    So I left my house and walked towards the house. The house is very old and looks unkempt. The door's unlocked. Not that I'm presumptuous, but this house seems empty. I sneaked inside and up the stairs. There is no sign that anyone has lived in this house for a long time. But I know that woman is always there. Finally I arrived at the room where he often watched me. I opened it slowly.

    My body froze in fear when I saw a figure sitting on the sofa. In the dim darkness of the room I could see that it was a corpse. After stopping for a long time in the doorway, I finally got the courage to get close and prove my suspicions.

    There wasn't much left of the woman except for a pungent stench, but I was sure it was the same woman in terms of clothes and hair color.

    I was about to leave the house terrified and called the police when I accidentally turned toward the window and saw my window from a distance.

    He's there now, watching over me ...

    From inside my bedroom window.

    ***

    "AT LEAST WE HAVE EACH OTHER"

    Author: cardinalgrad03

    “Don't worry, Frank! They won't be able to enter. If they try, I'll shoot them right away. "

    Stanley and Frak have been trapped in their country home for months, since the outbreak began. First, it's still safe to go outside. After all, their homes are located deep in the interior, far away from the cities where the population started to become infected. In fact, this epidemic originated in distant countries, in poor countries where the population did not receive adequate health services.

    But nothing can stop it. Even the government, when the plague reached their country.

    If you get bitten by one of them, then you're done. You will turn into those soulless zombies.

    Stanley never missed a single episode of "The Walking Dead". His friends laughed at him, but Stanley often joked that the series helped him prepare for an outbreak of the undead.

    The joke finally came true.

    Stanley is a man who is very prepared, he piles up food, drink, and other basic necessities, not forgetting with weapons and ammunition. When the plague finally broke out, he was relieved to have done it. She and Frank are now safe and will never run out of clean water. Moreover, its very remote location provides its own advantages.

    But they ended up running out of food for five days. And to make matters worse, the zombies started arriving.

    Frank gave her a look of despair.

    "Don't panic, my friend!" said Stanley, "We'll think of a way out."

    He wanted to believe Stanley, but the facts spoke differently. They were no longer able to leave their home safely. Too many undead roaming around. And they are just as hungry as he is.

    "At least you still have me." Stanley smiled.

    I can hear roaring and scratching outside. They know we're here. The adrenaline rushes as Stanley grabs his rifle and loads it. They're too close. Very close.

    Stanley aimed his gun at the front door, not noticing that Frank was jumping at him from behind. Both of them fell to the floor.

    “Not Frank! What are you doing?"

    Stanley screamed, but he couldn't keep up with his best friend who was now standing over him. Frank wasted no time as he buried his teeth in Frank's neck and tore his vein.

    Stanley screamed in pain, dying. Within minutes, he finally stopped writhing and was drowning in a pool of blood of his own.

    The food problem has been solved for now.

    Frank steps away from Stanley's body and sits down. He breathed a sigh of relief. He could eat Stanley's body for days and still have plenty of water.

    Now he's safe.

    And he also happily wagged his tail.

    ***

    "THE NEVER ENDING HIGHWAY"

    Author: largestick

    Our car was shaking quite hard as it traversed this dusty road in the middle of the desert. This car feels crowded by the four of us, sitting crammed in old leather seats and accompanied by the sound of the wheels grinding against the road. Ryan sat in the back with a sweaty forehead as his hands scanned the map. I can see his eyes in the rear view mirror, staring hard at the map. He still thinks we are lost.

    A gas station is approaching us from the right. The place looked shabby, baked in the sun for decades. Without a word, I parked the car there, while the others then got off and walked toward the bathroom. As soon as I finished filling gas, they walked out of the shop. I lifted my head expectantly, but from the looks on their faces, I didn't even have to bother asking. Ryan shook his head at me.

    "This is the fifth gas station we met without anyone on board," he said.

    "I know."

    We got back into the car and drove back up, following the empty road. I felt suffocated by the heat that seemed to have cut through the paved road. John in the chair next to me leaned against the door, his head resting against the half-open window. The wind ran through her hair strands and her jaw was so tight I could hear her teeth grinding as she moved them.

    I think he knows. Maybe the other two in the back knew. At least the idea had crossed their heads, but they were too scared to voice it. If one of us said it, maybe the others would say yes. But for now, the four of us sat in silence, sharing the same understanding, even though locked in silence. Yes, we all understand what is happening to us.

    Maybe when the truck overtook us near the town of Barstow. Maybe that hole on Route 74 that we just barely managed to escape. We may never remember when that happened, but I'm sure, at some point in our journey, we had an accident.

    I thought we were all dead. I think our car crashed and we all died in it.

    And I think here is hell.