June 27, 2025 • 30 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
I used to shower with my bedroom door open just
a crack For whatever dumb reason, the tiny, cramped apartment
bathroom that I've had to deal with for the last
nine years or so loves to steam and fog up,
even with the water on warm instead of hot. And
since my crappy as hell landlord refused to fix the
ceiling mounted fan which would have ventilated the room, along
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with the fact that it caused the ancient off white
paint to sweat and start developing mold patches, something which
he would have charged me to clean, I made the
decision to leave the door open a bit to allow
the steam to escape. For almost a decade, nothing out
of the ordinary happened, and I went about my daily life.
The habit became a routine. It was until two months
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or so ago. See I was alone that day. My
roommate had gone out for the day to take part
in some bowling tournament, and I had the run of
the place for the next four day to six hours.
As it was my day off from work, I decided
to start it off with a hot, long, relaxing shower,
so I grabbed a fresh set of towels from the
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small closet next to my bedroom. Stepped inside, and after
turning on the water to let it warm up, I
hopped in. I just lathered the soap up in my
hair when I heard a noise come from just outside.
It was almost masked by the sound of the water
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splashing down on the floor of the tub, but it
was out of place enough that I caught it. S great.
It was similar to the sound that you'd hear if
you dragged long fingernails down the wall. I froze, the
shampoo dripping down over my face, making it difficult to
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see anything. The sound came again. For a moment, the
thought of someone breaking in flashed through my mind. I mean,
after all, the neighborhood I live in has the nickname
of Methpire for a reason. But if someone had broken
a window or forced the lock, I would have heard it.
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The place isn't exactly big enough to miss those sounds.
I finally opened my mouth, Tyler. Instantly, the sound, which
had begun to repeat a third time, ceased. The entire
place had gone silent, save for the water. I felt
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a small amount of annoyance zapp through me. Tyler, this
better not be another one of your games, I thought,
as I hurriedly washed the shampoo out of my hair.
My roommate had a habit of being a horror junkie
into lighting and attempting to play pranks on me. Knowing
that I had a tendency to be a little jumpy.
Without shutting off the water, I reached out, grabbed the
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towel off the rack, and stepped out out, wrapping it
around my waist. Tyler, I swear to God, if this
is another attempt to scare me, I'm gonna kick your ass,
I called, striding across the toiled floor and yanking the
door all the way open. I looked around. There was
nobody in the living room or the kitchen, which opened
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off of it. I glanced around, and then, just to
ease my mind, I walked first to my bedroom then
to Tyler's looking in. Both were empty and there wasn't
exactly any place for someone to quickly hide in either. Hmm, okay,
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must have been hearing things. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned
and jumped back into the shower to finish up. And
that evening, when Tyler came back home from celebrating a
win with his bowling team, apparently having blitched the competition,
I decided to question him. We sat in the kitchen
table eating Chinese takeout. Hey ty, I asked, casually, glancing
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up from my chopsticks. Yeah, he mumbled through a mouthful
of his food, causing me to roll my eyes at
his lack of manners. You didn't happen to come home
earlier today, did you? He looked up at me, a
slightly perplexed expression on his face. No, man, I was
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at the alley until three. You're not drinking when the
boys till five? Why? I searched his face. The guy
had a tendency to chew a little too much when
he was bullshitting. It was a tell that I had
learned a spot of his thanks to endless nights of
playing poker. No reason. Just thought i'd heard something while
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I was in the shower this morning. I looked at him,
smirking slightly. I thought you might have, you know, come
back to grab something you needed, and decided to try
and pull one over on me again. He led out
a huge burp in response, then reached forward and grabbed
his bottle of coke, tilting it back and taking a swig. Hmm,
No man, he said, simply using the back of his
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sleeve to wipe his lips. Besides, if I'd come back
and try to scare you, you hadn't known it, he
led out a laugh, attempting to imitate Vincent Price. After
a moment of studying him, I shared it he was
clearly telling the truth. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess you're right, bro,
I said, dropping my chopsticks into the empty container and
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hawking it over my shoulder into the trash can. He
leaned back and, using his own empty container, feigned being
a basketball player and acted like he was making a
free throw. The container bounced off the edge, making us
both laugh. I pushed what had to be a trick
of my mind out of my head, and the two
of us spent the rest of the night playing video
games downing beers. The next week went by without any
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strange noises, and I almost completely forgot about the strange incident.
Ty had gone out for the evening on a date,
and after binge watching all three Creature from the Black
Lagoon movies, I flicked the television off and headed for
the shower. Hopping in, I softly hummed the Jane Mansfield
song Too Hot to Handle. And lauthered myself up with soap.
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I just got the shampoo in my hair when I
heard the scraping sound again. This time was a bit louder,
and I knew it hadn't been my imagination either. I
became still as a statue, my head under the water
and blurred between it and the shampoo, slowly being wrenched
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out of its own accord. I held my breath listening.
The sound came again. This time, instead of on the wall,
the scrape clearly came from the doorframe to the bathroom.
I felt my heart thudding hard in my chest, and
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my eyes widened as I saw a shadow filter through
the shower curtain. It was the shadow of the bathroom
door slowly opening. If I'm my voice, Who's out there?
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I called, attempting to sound as tough and authoritative as
I could, Just like last time. The moment I spoke up,
all the movement and sound ceased, the apartment going silent.
This time, however, the air felt charged, as if the
tension in it were palpable enough to be cut with
a knife. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the
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edge of the curtain. As I grabbed the closest thing
I could find as a weapon bottle of shampoo. It
was pathetic and likely wouldn't FaZe any intruder, but still
better than nothing. Taking a deep breath, I wrenched the
curtain back, the sound of the hook scraping on the
metal pole almost sounding like a scream in the quiet.
Just like last time, there was no sign of a soul.
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The only thing that had given away anything had changed
was that the bathroom door was indeed standing fully open.
The darkened outline of the living room beyond made me
feel uneasy. I couldn't place why, but it almost felt
as if the gloom held a threatening atmosphere. Shutting off
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the water, I hopped out and wrapped the towel around
my waist. Stepping to the doorway, I reached out into
the darkness and felt around intil my fingers found the
light switch. Instantly, the dark was banished away by the
bright light overhead. I could see that nobody was in
sight in the living room this time, however, I wasn't
taking any chances. Water still dropping off of me, I
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strode across the living room to where I dropped the
belt I wore when on the job as a plumber.
I reached down and pulled a rather large pipe wrench
from it, gripping it with a wet and admittedly slightly
shaky hand. The kitchen was clearly devoid of life, and
I focused my vision on the two bedrooms, which lay dark.
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My door was wide open, but ties was half closed.
I glanced at the hook on the wall, noticing his
car keys weren't hanging next to mine. He's not home,
which means shit. I felt my muscles tense up. I
seriously didn't want to deal with some homeless junkie who'd
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somehow gotten himself inside and was searching for something to steal,
or worse, waiting to attack me in some drug fueled rage.
I forced myself to speak loudly and in as tough
of a voice as I could. Hey, I'm warning you
if anyone's in here, I am armed. I didn't add
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the fact that it was a wrench and not a gun.
If you come out and just leave, this will go
a lot easier silence. The only sound I could hear
was a car passing outside. I called again, Look, I'm
I'm in no mood for this, so come out, get
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the hell out of this place. Still nothing, but I
felt an odd sensation, one which caused the hairs on
my arms stand up straight. It was a feeling of
being watched. My eyes caught a flicker of movement. A
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shadow seemed to draw back away from my roommate's door.
I knew, right there and then I should have called
the cops, but some dumb sense of bravado had come
over me, and I wanted to be like those tough
guys and older movies taking care of things themselves. Okay,
this is your final warning, I called. After about twenty
seconds of more silence, I drew in a deep breath,
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raised the wrench as high over my head as I could,
and letting out a bellowed yell that was more Tarzan
than Clint Eastwood, charged the bedroom door as if I
was simultaneously a football linebacker and an Olympic torch carrier.
I burst into the room, the door smashing into the
wall behind it with a sickening crunch of plaster breaking.
I shot my free arm out and wrenched the light
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switch up. The room was empty, ties scattered clothes, records,
and game cases they strown about the floor like always.
I looked around the closet each of us had a
small walking closet in the far wall. Taking another deep breath,
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and still holding the wrench above my head like a
caveman's club, I strode to the sliding door and grabbed
the handle, yanking it open with a scream of protests
from its track, the forced aside the clothes hanging on
the rack. Nothing. As I stared at the back wall,
the feeling of being stared at came again, this time
from almost directly behind me. I swear I could actually
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feel someone something breathing down my neck. Moving on pure instinct,
I pivoted around and swung the wrench with all the
strength I had that nothing There was nobody behind me.
The actual hell is going on here? As I stood there,
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feeling as though something had been behind me and had
simply dematerialized out of existence. When I turned and swung,
I heard the sound of a key in the front door,
and then the laughs of Tie and what had to
be his date as they stepped inside. I'm telling you
you degrade at darts, Babe, Ty, exclaimed. Both of them
stopped and stared at me as they reached his bedroom door.
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I know I must have looked weird standing in his room,
wearing only a towel and holding a wrench. After a
moment of silence, he spoke, Jimmy boy, what the hell
are you doing. I blinked a few times, trying to
find my voice. Finally I spoke, I swear heard someone here, man,
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I said, my voice trailing off slightly. I saw the
two of them exchange nervous looks. What do you mean, dude,
he asked, his eyes looking around. I mean I heard
the exact same sound as the last time, only this
time the bathroom door swung open. I came out. I
thought I heard someone moving around in your room. I
came in here, I replied, feeling confused and embarrassed. I
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could tell he believed that I'd heard something. To ease
my worries, he had his date sit in the room,
and together we swept the place, looking in every closet
under both beds, But you found no trace of anyone.
I shook my head as he prepared to go into
his room. I don't get it, I muttered. He patted
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me on the shoulder. Anythink the bathroom door must just
be a bit loose on shinges, Yeah, he said, trying
to reassure me, I'll check it out in the morning. Yeah,
go dry yourself off, you know, get them sleep. He
punched me, lightening the arm. Hey, no more scary movies
date at night for you. Okay, start to hear things
go bumping the night for real. He let her a laugh,
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one which I mirrored, but I didn't feel. The feeling
of eyes on me had vanished, but the apartment still
held an uneasy atmosphere. It remained. As I dried off,
dressed into a pair of pajama bottoms, and climbed into bed.
I could hear Tie in the next room doing exactly
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what I figured he'd be doing with his date, and
I rolled my eyes, hearing that shit gets old after
a while. Still, I reached out, grabbed the remote flicked
on the small TV on my bureau to block out
the noise. It took a very long time to drift
off to sleep that night. When I did, my dreams
in nightmares actually were of a dark, shadowy figure creeping
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slowly towards my bathroom door, the sounds of the shower
spilling out for me as it reached out to push
open the door. I snapped awake, sitting straight up in
bed with a sheen of sweat covering my body. For
the next two weeks, I tried as much as possible
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not to stay alone in that place. I only showered
when I could hear my roommate moving around in his
room or out in the living room. Whenever I knew
Tie was going out for any reason, I'd either find
an excuse to join them or just go out and
do something in town. The sense of being watched hadn't
returned after that night, but I wasn't taking any chances.
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Something about the place just felt like it had. It
had changed, something almost inperceptible, which I couldn't nail down,
but it seemed to do the trick as nothing weird
or creepy happened. And then one day, as I was
sitting in a cafe sipping coffee, my phone rang. I
pulled that out of my pocket and saw it was
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my boss calling great and my day off, I thought, exasperated,
and then I hit the button to answer it. Yeah.
Instantly I heard the gruff voice of Rick, my boss,
on the other end, yelling to someone else, No, no, no, Steven,
how many times do you have to tell you? Counterclockwise?
His voice got louder, indicating he must have lifted the
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phone back to his ear. James, you there, and yeah,
I replied simply. He led it aside. Look, I know
it's your day off, but we're over here at the
Bannerman property and two of the pipes burst. He let
it along groan of frustration. One of them is real bad.
I'm able to get one of them fixed, but our
new employer, he his voice took an undisguised tone of disgust,
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decided to make it worse by fucking the pipe up,
he finished, betting a moment of silence spread out before
speaking again. So I apologize, but I need you to
come in. You'll get paid overtime. Of course, I nodded,
more to myself than anything, and let out aside of
my own yeah, okay, I'll be in somebody swing by
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my place, pick up my tools. Yeah, don't forget to
quickly hit the shower before coming over. He quickly added,
you know, old Bannerman gets pissy, buddy. You will not
being freshly clean coming in here. He snorted. I'll never
understand General Philips. Anyway, I'll expect you to be here
in thirty minutes. And with that He hung up before
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I could say anything, not that I could anyways. At
the mention of a shower, I felt my body tense up.
I knew Tye was out. His bowling team was currently
hosting a tournament the next time over. She would mean
that I'd have to shower in the empty apartment, and
that's something I really did not want to do. That
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I didn't have a choice if I just grabbed my
tools and slipped into my jumpsuit. I get chewed out
first by old man Bannerman and then Rick for not
following orders. Sat down by both of them after being
contracted to repair and replace the pipes of this huge,
sprawling mansion. Sighing, I paid for my coffee and I
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drove back to the apartment. When I opened the door,
I had a momentary flash of panic. I thought the
atmosphere I had sensed before would return as soon as
I stepped inside. But the apartment felt normal, cloudy light
filtering in through the half open kitchen and living room blinds.
I looked around and shook my head. Stop being such
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a baby, Jimmy. There's nothing in here, nothing except you.
It'd be fine. It's take a shower and book it.
Feeling determined, I strode across to my room, bothering my
undershirt and jumpsuit for peace of mind. I also grabbed
the same wrench that I held that night from the
belt hanging over the arm of the couch, and I
carried it into the bathroom with me, placing it on
top of the pile of clothes sitting on the toilet.
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For a moment, I debated on just closing the bathroom door,
but as before shook it away, I left it. Ajar
tie should have fixed the hinges by now, anyway. I
reached into the shower and turned the water on, waiting
for it to warm up. After I saw the steam
begin to rise from over the curtain, I stepped inside,
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grabbing the bar of soap and quickly beginning to lather
myself up. I rinsed with no problems, then grabbed the
shampoo and lathered my hair, and as I dug my
fingers into my scalp, the soap began to drip down
into my eyes, skewing my vision. That's when I heard
the scraping sound again, only this time it was much
louder and more pronounced than any time I had heard
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it before. I felt a chill run up my spine
despite the hot water. It came again, just outside the
bathroom door. I took a deep breath. Tyler, I called out,
thinking the sound would stop it as it had before
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this time. However it didn't. Instead, I heard it get louder, something,
almost as if it were being done on the bathroom
door itself. I felt my breath catch in my throat
as I saw the dark shape of the door swing open,
and then the bathroom lights flick off, plunging me in
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the darkness. There was still a little light flickering in
from the living room, but everything was now shrouded in gloom.
What the fuck? My heart was thundering in my chest.
As I slowly stepped back. I knew the distance from
the edge of the tub to where my wrench lay
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on the toilet lid was less than two feet. I
could reach out and snatch it. In a heartbeat. The
scraping came again, the sound causing my ears to begin
ringing softly. It came from inside the bathroom, somewhere near
the door, and then it and it stopped entirely aside
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from the sound of the water running, the apartment fell silent.
Not a deadly silent, not a tension felled silence, just silent.
I stared for the longest time. It had to be
only about fifteen seconds, but it felt like two hours.
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At the dim outline of the open door, I saw nothing.
I turned to pull the curtain next to me back.
I felt my heart stop. The dark outline of a
figure stood almost directly on the other side of the curtain,
less than a foot from me. If it had been
any closer, it would have pressed into the curtain itself.
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It stood completely motionless, though I could tell it was
looking in my direction from the feeling washing over me
in waves sad thing, a tsunami of fear through me.
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I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.
If the old pick curtain masked its features. My breath
came out in a ragged gasp, and I involuntarily let
out a whisper of oh fuck. And that's when it
lunged at me. It let out a loud scream as
the curtain pressed in against its weight, wrapping around it
and subsequently me. As I saw arms reaching out to
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grab me. The momentum of it smashing into me caused
me to slip on the shower floor and I went
flying backwards. I had smashed into the faucet, causing me
to let out an involuntary cry of pain and stars
to flash my vision. As I fell to the floor
of the tub. It was still there. I could feel
it on top of me, pinning me down, but it
never let out a single noise. Something sharp jabbed into
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my leg, and I let out a howl at the
explosion of pain that came from my thigh. Another pierced
my shoulder and I kicked out of the figure that
was inches from my face. I felt it connect with something,
but it seemed to have no effect. Another stab of
pain came from my shoulder at whatever it was using
a weapon or claws, jammed into the wound that it
had already made. I kept screaming, praying one of my
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neighbors might hear the commotion. As I thrashed around, trying
to wedge myself into a position where I could reach out.
I heard furious knocking coming from the front door, but
the noise sounded like it was a mile away. Help me,
I screamed as loudly as I could, still futally lashing
out just as I began to feel woozy from the
blood loss, I felt my hand brushed the edge of
the toilet's seat and with it the cold metal handle
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of my wrench. I mean it. I swung out with
all of my remaining strength, aiming for the head of
my attacker and feeling it connect with something. It seemed
to stumble a bit at the blow, and I used
that precious second to wrench myself out from underneath it,
tumbling over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.
I heard it thrashing about with a shower curtain, furiously
tearing at it in an attempted to get to me,
but I was stumbling to my feet, noting as I
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did the amount of blood falling to the floor. I
struggled to the front door as I heard it finally
break free, crashing into the bathroom floor, but still remaining silent.
I unlocked the door and tore it open, revealing the
concerned faces of my next door neighbor. But he saw
my condition his face paled. Before I had a chance
to say anything, I yelled, adrenaline, kicking the pain and
blood loss from dropping me being attacked. It's in there,
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pointing back towards the bathroom. Grabbing me, he pulled me
into his open apartment door, slamming it closed and locking it.
He quickly brought me a bathrobe and bandages, attempting to
stop the bleeding as he called the police. As he did,
I could hear the sounds of a tearing through the
apartment doing God only knows. The commotion continued until I
heard the wail of sirens coming down the road, at
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which point, at which point I heard my apartment fall silent.
A few moments later, I heard the thundering of footsteps
pounding up the stairs to the second floor, followed by
the yell of officers. After a few moments, my neighbor and
I heard the knocking at his door police. I was
helped to an ambulance, where I was taken to the hospital.
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In addition to splitting open my scalp on the faucet,
I'd been cut up pretty bad, though by what the
doctors couldn't tell me. They couldn't even tell themselves. It's
the damnedest thing one told me after I'd woken up
after the surgery. If it hadn't been for the fact
that you'd seen a person, I would have said you
were attacked by an animal looked like puncture wounds and claws.
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The police never found a trace of what had attacked me.
I already knew they wouldn't. It wasn't a man who
attacked me, hadn't even been human. The case is still
open to this day, though I've long since stopped getting
updates from the detectives in charge of the case. Tyler
and I moved out of the apartment as soon as
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I left the hospital. He chose to stay at his
new girlfriend's house while I recovered. He was under the
belief that I was attacked by an intruder, as is
everyone else. I pairt that line whenever anyone asks about it.
It's just it's easier that way, you know. I'm trying
to explain what I know won't be believed. That's why
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I'm posting this here. I just I feel like there's
a need to tell someone what actually happened that day.
It's a place I know it'll be believed, or at
least I at least don't be called nuts. I figure
simply appeared on the other side of the curtain. I
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I never saw it cross the room, and I know
even in the dark, I would have, and even then,
nothing human could possibly have been that silent. I also
know that someone else moved into that apartment since, though
I don't know who they are, prayer they won't ever
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receive a visit from whatever that thing was. Tyler and
I are now renting a nice, relatively cheap, two bedroom
house a few miles away from that place, and I've
never felt the sensation of being watched again. I've thankfully
never heard the scraping sound return, at least not in
my waking hours. I mean, I still hear them in
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my dreams, though I still see that shape standing just
on the other side of the curtain in the dark.
It'll likely stay there until the day I'm on my deathbed.
I always, I always feel tense now when I step
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into the bathroom to watch myself. Thankfully, I always felt safe.
I don't shower what the door j are No, not anymore.
I make sure it's firmly closed and locked before I undress,
and I hop in. Like I said, I've always felt
safe in my new place. But I'm not taking any
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chances because I don't know if it's trapped in that apartment,
or if.
Speaker 2 (28:31):
If it can leave whenever it wants either.
Speaker 1 (28:42):
Kids, it's me, mister Creepasta, and I just wanted to
tell you thank you so much for watching tonight's video
or for listening to tonight's episode of the podcast. It's
a brand new year, which means a brand new time
for content. We're doing our best to bring you the
newest things. I know. In twenty twenty four, I had
released less videos than I ever had any year in
the last four years. But hey, as things start to
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piece themselves back together, so do I. So I will
be seeing you guys a bit more in this year,
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I used to shower with my bedroom door open just
a crack For whatever dumb reason, the tiny, cramped apartment
bathroom that I've had to deal with for the last
nine years or so loves to steam and fog up,
even with the water on warm instead of hot. And
since my crappy as hell landlord refused to fix the
ceiling mounted fan which would have ventilated the room, along
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with the fact that it caused the ancient off white
paint to sweat and start developing mold patches, something which
he would have charged me to clean, I made the
decision to leave the door open a bit to allow
the steam to escape. For almost a decade, nothing out
of the ordinary happened, and I went about my daily life.
The habit became a routine. It was until two months
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or so ago. See I was alone that day. My
roommate had gone out for the day to take part
in some bowling tournament, and I had the run of
the place for the next four day to six hours.
As it was my day off from work, I decided
to start it off with a hot, long, relaxing shower,
so I grabbed a fresh set of towels from the
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small closet next to my bedroom. Stepped inside, and after
turning on the water to let it warm up, I
hopped in. I just lathered the soap up in my
hair when I heard a noise come from just outside.
It was almost masked by the sound of the water
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splashing down on the floor of the tub, but it
was out of place enough that I caught it. S great.
It was similar to the sound that you'd hear if
you dragged long fingernails down the wall. I froze, the
shampoo dripping down over my face, making it difficult to
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see anything. The sound came again. For a moment, the
thought of someone breaking in flashed through my mind. I mean,
after all, the neighborhood I live in has the nickname
of Methpire for a reason. But if someone had broken
a window or forced the lock, I would have heard it.
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The place isn't exactly big enough to miss those sounds.
I finally opened my mouth, Tyler. Instantly, the sound, which
had begun to repeat a third time, ceased. The entire
place had gone silent, save for the water. I felt
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a small amount of annoyance zapp through me. Tyler, this
better not be another one of your games, I thought,
as I hurriedly washed the shampoo out of my hair.
My roommate had a habit of being a horror junkie
into lighting and attempting to play pranks on me. Knowing
that I had a tendency to be a little jumpy.
Without shutting off the water, I reached out, grabbed the
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towel off the rack, and stepped out out, wrapping it
around my waist. Tyler, I swear to God, if this
is another attempt to scare me, I'm gonna kick your ass,
I called, striding across the toiled floor and yanking the
door all the way open. I looked around. There was
nobody in the living room or the kitchen, which opened
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off of it. I glanced around, and then, just to
ease my mind, I walked first to my bedroom then
to Tyler's looking in. Both were empty and there wasn't
exactly any place for someone to quickly hide in either. Hmm, okay,
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must have been hearing things. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned
and jumped back into the shower to finish up. And
that evening, when Tyler came back home from celebrating a
win with his bowling team, apparently having blitched the competition,
I decided to question him. We sat in the kitchen
table eating Chinese takeout. Hey ty, I asked, casually, glancing
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up from my chopsticks. Yeah, he mumbled through a mouthful
of his food, causing me to roll my eyes at
his lack of manners. You didn't happen to come home
earlier today, did you? He looked up at me, a
slightly perplexed expression on his face. No, man, I was
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at the alley until three. You're not drinking when the
boys till five? Why? I searched his face. The guy
had a tendency to chew a little too much when
he was bullshitting. It was a tell that I had
learned a spot of his thanks to endless nights of
playing poker. No reason. Just thought i'd heard something while
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I was in the shower this morning. I looked at him,
smirking slightly. I thought you might have, you know, come
back to grab something you needed, and decided to try
and pull one over on me again. He led out
a huge burp in response, then reached forward and grabbed
his bottle of coke, tilting it back and taking a swig. Hmm,
No man, he said, simply using the back of his
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sleeve to wipe his lips. Besides, if I'd come back
and try to scare you, you hadn't known it, he
led out a laugh, attempting to imitate Vincent Price. After
a moment of studying him, I shared it he was
clearly telling the truth. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess you're right, bro,
I said, dropping my chopsticks into the empty container and
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hawking it over my shoulder into the trash can. He
leaned back and, using his own empty container, feigned being
a basketball player and acted like he was making a
free throw. The container bounced off the edge, making us
both laugh. I pushed what had to be a trick
of my mind out of my head, and the two
of us spent the rest of the night playing video
games downing beers. The next week went by without any
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strange noises, and I almost completely forgot about the strange incident.
Ty had gone out for the evening on a date,
and after binge watching all three Creature from the Black
Lagoon movies, I flicked the television off and headed for
the shower. Hopping in, I softly hummed the Jane Mansfield
song Too Hot to Handle. And lauthered myself up with soap.
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I just got the shampoo in my hair when I
heard the scraping sound again. This time was a bit louder,
and I knew it hadn't been my imagination either. I
became still as a statue, my head under the water
and blurred between it and the shampoo, slowly being wrenched
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out of its own accord. I held my breath listening.
The sound came again. This time, instead of on the wall,
the scrape clearly came from the doorframe to the bathroom.
I felt my heart thudding hard in my chest, and
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my eyes widened as I saw a shadow filter through
the shower curtain. It was the shadow of the bathroom
door slowly opening. If I'm my voice, Who's out there?
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I called, attempting to sound as tough and authoritative as
I could, Just like last time. The moment I spoke up,
all the movement and sound ceased, the apartment going silent.
This time, however, the air felt charged, as if the
tension in it were palpable enough to be cut with
a knife. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the
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edge of the curtain. As I grabbed the closest thing
I could find as a weapon bottle of shampoo. It
was pathetic and likely wouldn't FaZe any intruder, but still
better than nothing. Taking a deep breath, I wrenched the
curtain back, the sound of the hook scraping on the
metal pole almost sounding like a scream in the quiet.
Just like last time, there was no sign of a soul.
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The only thing that had given away anything had changed
was that the bathroom door was indeed standing fully open.
The darkened outline of the living room beyond made me
feel uneasy. I couldn't place why, but it almost felt
as if the gloom held a threatening atmosphere. Shutting off
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the water, I hopped out and wrapped the towel around
my waist. Stepping to the doorway, I reached out into
the darkness and felt around intil my fingers found the
light switch. Instantly, the dark was banished away by the
bright light overhead. I could see that nobody was in
sight in the living room this time, however, I wasn't
taking any chances. Water still dropping off of me, I
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strode across the living room to where I dropped the
belt I wore when on the job as a plumber.
I reached down and pulled a rather large pipe wrench
from it, gripping it with a wet and admittedly slightly
shaky hand. The kitchen was clearly devoid of life, and
I focused my vision on the two bedrooms, which lay dark.
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My door was wide open, but ties was half closed.
I glanced at the hook on the wall, noticing his
car keys weren't hanging next to mine. He's not home,
which means shit. I felt my muscles tense up. I
seriously didn't want to deal with some homeless junkie who'd
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somehow gotten himself inside and was searching for something to steal,
or worse, waiting to attack me in some drug fueled rage.
I forced myself to speak loudly and in as tough
of a voice as I could. Hey, I'm warning you
if anyone's in here, I am armed. I didn't add
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the fact that it was a wrench and not a gun.
If you come out and just leave, this will go
a lot easier silence. The only sound I could hear
was a car passing outside. I called again, Look, I'm
I'm in no mood for this, so come out, get
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the hell out of this place. Still nothing, but I
felt an odd sensation, one which caused the hairs on
my arms stand up straight. It was a feeling of
being watched. My eyes caught a flicker of movement. A
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shadow seemed to draw back away from my roommate's door.
I knew, right there and then I should have called
the cops, but some dumb sense of bravado had come
over me, and I wanted to be like those tough
guys and older movies taking care of things themselves. Okay,
this is your final warning, I called. After about twenty
seconds of more silence, I drew in a deep breath,
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raised the wrench as high over my head as I could,
and letting out a bellowed yell that was more Tarzan
than Clint Eastwood, charged the bedroom door as if I
was simultaneously a football linebacker and an Olympic torch carrier.
I burst into the room, the door smashing into the
wall behind it with a sickening crunch of plaster breaking.
I shot my free arm out and wrenched the light
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switch up. The room was empty, ties scattered clothes, records,
and game cases they strown about the floor like always.
I looked around the closet each of us had a
small walking closet in the far wall. Taking another deep breath,
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and still holding the wrench above my head like a
caveman's club, I strode to the sliding door and grabbed
the handle, yanking it open with a scream of protests
from its track, the forced aside the clothes hanging on
the rack. Nothing. As I stared at the back wall,
the feeling of being stared at came again, this time
from almost directly behind me. I swear I could actually
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feel someone something breathing down my neck. Moving on pure instinct,
I pivoted around and swung the wrench with all the
strength I had that nothing There was nobody behind me.
The actual hell is going on here? As I stood there,
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feeling as though something had been behind me and had
simply dematerialized out of existence. When I turned and swung,
I heard the sound of a key in the front door,
and then the laughs of Tie and what had to
be his date as they stepped inside. I'm telling you
you degrade at darts, Babe, Ty, exclaimed. Both of them
stopped and stared at me as they reached his bedroom door.
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I know I must have looked weird standing in his room,
wearing only a towel and holding a wrench. After a
moment of silence, he spoke, Jimmy boy, what the hell
are you doing. I blinked a few times, trying to
find my voice. Finally I spoke, I swear heard someone here, man,
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I said, my voice trailing off slightly. I saw the
two of them exchange nervous looks. What do you mean, dude,
he asked, his eyes looking around. I mean I heard
the exact same sound as the last time, only this
time the bathroom door swung open. I came out. I
thought I heard someone moving around in your room. I
came in here, I replied, feeling confused and embarrassed. I
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could tell he believed that I'd heard something. To ease
my worries, he had his date sit in the room,
and together we swept the place, looking in every closet
under both beds, But you found no trace of anyone.
I shook my head as he prepared to go into
his room. I don't get it, I muttered. He patted
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me on the shoulder. Anythink the bathroom door must just
be a bit loose on shinges, Yeah, he said, trying
to reassure me, I'll check it out in the morning. Yeah,
go dry yourself off, you know, get them sleep. He
punched me, lightening the arm. Hey, no more scary movies
date at night for you. Okay, start to hear things
go bumping the night for real. He let her a laugh,
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one which I mirrored, but I didn't feel. The feeling
of eyes on me had vanished, but the apartment still
held an uneasy atmosphere. It remained. As I dried off,
dressed into a pair of pajama bottoms, and climbed into bed.
I could hear Tie in the next room doing exactly
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what I figured he'd be doing with his date, and
I rolled my eyes, hearing that shit gets old after
a while. Still, I reached out, grabbed the remote flicked
on the small TV on my bureau to block out
the noise. It took a very long time to drift
off to sleep that night. When I did, my dreams
in nightmares actually were of a dark, shadowy figure creeping
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slowly towards my bathroom door, the sounds of the shower
spilling out for me as it reached out to push
open the door. I snapped awake, sitting straight up in
bed with a sheen of sweat covering my body. For
the next two weeks, I tried as much as possible
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not to stay alone in that place. I only showered
when I could hear my roommate moving around in his
room or out in the living room. Whenever I knew
Tie was going out for any reason, I'd either find
an excuse to join them or just go out and
do something in town. The sense of being watched hadn't
returned after that night, but I wasn't taking any chances.
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Something about the place just felt like it had. It
had changed, something almost inperceptible, which I couldn't nail down,
but it seemed to do the trick as nothing weird
or creepy happened. And then one day, as I was
sitting in a cafe sipping coffee, my phone rang. I
pulled that out of my pocket and saw it was
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my boss calling great and my day off, I thought, exasperated,
and then I hit the button to answer it. Yeah.
Instantly I heard the gruff voice of Rick, my boss,
on the other end, yelling to someone else, No, no, no, Steven,
how many times do you have to tell you? Counterclockwise?
His voice got louder, indicating he must have lifted the
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phone back to his ear. James, you there, and yeah,
I replied simply. He led it aside. Look, I know
it's your day off, but we're over here at the
Bannerman property and two of the pipes burst. He let
it along groan of frustration. One of them is real bad.
I'm able to get one of them fixed, but our
new employer, he his voice took an undisguised tone of disgust,
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decided to make it worse by fucking the pipe up,
he finished, betting a moment of silence spread out before
speaking again. So I apologize, but I need you to
come in. You'll get paid overtime. Of course, I nodded,
more to myself than anything, and let out aside of
my own yeah, okay, I'll be in somebody swing by
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my place, pick up my tools. Yeah, don't forget to
quickly hit the shower before coming over. He quickly added,
you know, old Bannerman gets pissy, buddy. You will not
being freshly clean coming in here. He snorted. I'll never
understand General Philips. Anyway, I'll expect you to be here
in thirty minutes. And with that He hung up before
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I could say anything, not that I could anyways. At
the mention of a shower, I felt my body tense up.
I knew Tye was out. His bowling team was currently
hosting a tournament the next time over. She would mean
that I'd have to shower in the empty apartment, and
that's something I really did not want to do. That
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I didn't have a choice if I just grabbed my
tools and slipped into my jumpsuit. I get chewed out
first by old man Bannerman and then Rick for not
following orders. Sat down by both of them after being
contracted to repair and replace the pipes of this huge,
sprawling mansion. Sighing, I paid for my coffee and I
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drove back to the apartment. When I opened the door,
I had a momentary flash of panic. I thought the
atmosphere I had sensed before would return as soon as
I stepped inside. But the apartment felt normal, cloudy light
filtering in through the half open kitchen and living room blinds.
I looked around and shook my head. Stop being such
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a baby, Jimmy. There's nothing in here, nothing except you.
It'd be fine. It's take a shower and book it.
Feeling determined, I strode across to my room, bothering my
undershirt and jumpsuit for peace of mind. I also grabbed
the same wrench that I held that night from the
belt hanging over the arm of the couch, and I
carried it into the bathroom with me, placing it on
top of the pile of clothes sitting on the toilet.
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For a moment, I debated on just closing the bathroom door,
but as before shook it away, I left it. Ajar
tie should have fixed the hinges by now, anyway. I
reached into the shower and turned the water on, waiting
for it to warm up. After I saw the steam
begin to rise from over the curtain, I stepped inside,
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grabbing the bar of soap and quickly beginning to lather
myself up. I rinsed with no problems, then grabbed the
shampoo and lathered my hair, and as I dug my
fingers into my scalp, the soap began to drip down
into my eyes, skewing my vision. That's when I heard
the scraping sound again, only this time it was much
louder and more pronounced than any time I had heard
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it before. I felt a chill run up my spine
despite the hot water. It came again, just outside the
bathroom door. I took a deep breath. Tyler, I called out,
thinking the sound would stop it as it had before
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this time. However it didn't. Instead, I heard it get louder, something,
almost as if it were being done on the bathroom
door itself. I felt my breath catch in my throat
as I saw the dark shape of the door swing open,
and then the bathroom lights flick off, plunging me in
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the darkness. There was still a little light flickering in
from the living room, but everything was now shrouded in gloom.
What the fuck? My heart was thundering in my chest.
As I slowly stepped back. I knew the distance from
the edge of the tub to where my wrench lay
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on the toilet lid was less than two feet. I
could reach out and snatch it. In a heartbeat. The
scraping came again, the sound causing my ears to begin
ringing softly. It came from inside the bathroom, somewhere near
the door, and then it and it stopped entirely aside
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from the sound of the water running, the apartment fell silent.
Not a deadly silent, not a tension felled silence, just silent.
I stared for the longest time. It had to be
only about fifteen seconds, but it felt like two hours.
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At the dim outline of the open door, I saw nothing.
I turned to pull the curtain next to me back.
I felt my heart stop. The dark outline of a
figure stood almost directly on the other side of the curtain,
less than a foot from me. If it had been
any closer, it would have pressed into the curtain itself.
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It stood completely motionless, though I could tell it was
looking in my direction from the feeling washing over me
in waves sad thing, a tsunami of fear through me.
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I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.
If the old pick curtain masked its features. My breath
came out in a ragged gasp, and I involuntarily let
out a whisper of oh fuck. And that's when it
lunged at me. It let out a loud scream as
the curtain pressed in against its weight, wrapping around it
and subsequently me. As I saw arms reaching out to
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grab me. The momentum of it smashing into me caused
me to slip on the shower floor and I went
flying backwards. I had smashed into the faucet, causing me
to let out an involuntary cry of pain and stars
to flash my vision. As I fell to the floor
of the tub. It was still there. I could feel
it on top of me, pinning me down, but it
never let out a single noise. Something sharp jabbed into
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my leg, and I let out a howl at the
explosion of pain that came from my thigh. Another pierced
my shoulder and I kicked out of the figure that
was inches from my face. I felt it connect with something,
but it seemed to have no effect. Another stab of
pain came from my shoulder at whatever it was using
a weapon or claws, jammed into the wound that it
had already made. I kept screaming, praying one of my
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neighbors might hear the commotion. As I thrashed around, trying
to wedge myself into a position where I could reach out.
I heard furious knocking coming from the front door, but
the noise sounded like it was a mile away. Help me,
I screamed as loudly as I could, still futally lashing
out just as I began to feel woozy from the
blood loss, I felt my hand brushed the edge of
the toilet's seat and with it the cold metal handle
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of my wrench. I mean it. I swung out with
all of my remaining strength, aiming for the head of
my attacker and feeling it connect with something. It seemed
to stumble a bit at the blow, and I used
that precious second to wrench myself out from underneath it,
tumbling over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.
I heard it thrashing about with a shower curtain, furiously
tearing at it in an attempted to get to me,
but I was stumbling to my feet, noting as I
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did the amount of blood falling to the floor. I
struggled to the front door as I heard it finally
break free, crashing into the bathroom floor, but still remaining silent.
I unlocked the door and tore it open, revealing the
concerned faces of my next door neighbor. But he saw
my condition his face paled. Before I had a chance
to say anything, I yelled, adrenaline, kicking the pain and
blood loss from dropping me being attacked. It's in there,
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pointing back towards the bathroom. Grabbing me, he pulled me
into his open apartment door, slamming it closed and locking it.
He quickly brought me a bathrobe and bandages, attempting to
stop the bleeding as he called the police. As he did,
I could hear the sounds of a tearing through the
apartment doing God only knows. The commotion continued until I
heard the wail of sirens coming down the road, at
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which point, at which point I heard my apartment fall silent.
A few moments later, I heard the thundering of footsteps
pounding up the stairs to the second floor, followed by
the yell of officers. After a few moments, my neighbor and
I heard the knocking at his door police. I was
helped to an ambulance, where I was taken to the hospital.
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In addition to splitting open my scalp on the faucet,
I'd been cut up pretty bad, though by what the
doctors couldn't tell me. They couldn't even tell themselves. It's
the damnedest thing one told me after I'd woken up
after the surgery. If it hadn't been for the fact
that you'd seen a person, I would have said you
were attacked by an animal looked like puncture wounds and claws.
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The police never found a trace of what had attacked me.
I already knew they wouldn't. It wasn't a man who
attacked me, hadn't even been human. The case is still
open to this day, though I've long since stopped getting
updates from the detectives in charge of the case. Tyler
and I moved out of the apartment as soon as
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I left the hospital. He chose to stay at his
new girlfriend's house while I recovered. He was under the
belief that I was attacked by an intruder, as is
everyone else. I pairt that line whenever anyone asks about it.
It's just it's easier that way, you know. I'm trying
to explain what I know won't be believed. That's why
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I'm posting this here. I just I feel like there's
a need to tell someone what actually happened that day.
It's a place I know it'll be believed, or at
least I at least don't be called nuts. I figure
simply appeared on the other side of the curtain. I
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I never saw it cross the room, and I know
even in the dark, I would have, and even then,
nothing human could possibly have been that silent. I also
know that someone else moved into that apartment since, though
I don't know who they are, prayer they won't ever
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receive a visit from whatever that thing was. Tyler and
I are now renting a nice, relatively cheap, two bedroom
house a few miles away from that place, and I've
never felt the sensation of being watched again. I've thankfully
never heard the scraping sound return, at least not in
my waking hours. I mean, I still hear them in
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my dreams, though I still see that shape standing just
on the other side of the curtain in the dark.
It'll likely stay there until the day I'm on my deathbed.
I always, I always feel tense now when I step
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into the bathroom to watch myself. Thankfully, I always felt safe.
I don't shower what the door j are No, not anymore.
I make sure it's firmly closed and locked before I undress,
and I hop in. Like I said, I've always felt
safe in my new place. But I'm not taking any
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chances because I don't know if it's trapped in that apartment,
or if.
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If it can leave whenever it wants either.
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tell you thank you so much for watching tonight's video
or for listening to tonight's episode of the podcast. It's
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the last four years. But hey, as things start to
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Football’s funniest family duo — Jason Kelce of the Philadelphia Eagles and Travis Kelce of the Kansas City Chiefs — team up to provide next-level access to life in the league as it unfolds. The two brothers and Super Bowl champions drop weekly insights about the weekly slate of games and share their INSIDE perspectives on trending NFL news and sports headlines. They also endlessly rag on each other as brothers do, chat the latest in pop culture and welcome some very popular and well-known friends to chat with them. Check out new episodes every Wednesday. Follow New Heights on the Wondery App, YouTube or wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen to new episodes early and ad-free, and get exclusive content on Wondery+. Join Wondery+ in the Wondery App, Apple Podcasts or Spotify. And join our new membership for a unique fan experience by going to the New Heights YouTube channel now!