I’ve always been a “night owl” to some degree. College reinforced this with late-night study (and Counter-strike) sessions. These days I don’t get to stay up nearly as late as I used to, but sometimes the weekends allow me to indulge.
See, I hit my creative peak in the late hours. Always have. When I do venture off to bed, my mind takes some time to wind down. Lately I’ve found myself browsing a particular sub-reddit on Reddit.com called “Nosleep.” It’s a forum that’s meant to entertain its readers, and everything that’s posted there is done so on the basis that it’s true–even if it blatantly isn’t.
I’ve read accounts of UFO abduction, Slenderman sightings, werewolves, demons, ghosts, you name it. I love that stuff. Usually the writing and grammar usage is abysmal, but I’m not there to critique. I’m there to read stories.
And, well, last night I think I read the best story I’ve ever read on Nosleep. The writing was fairly good, too, which is a big plus. I want to share this story with you because it’s incredibly creepy and, dare I say it, kind of powerful toward the end. I believe the author used a dummy account to post their story, which is a shame because I’d like to know if this person is a pro or just someone who loves storytelling. In any case, I loved the story and it kept me up until 3 o’clock this morning.
Here are links to the parts. There are six in all, and you should go in order. You don’t need a Reddit account to read them:
1 – Footsteps
2 – Balloons
3 – Boxes
4 – Maps
5 – Screens
6 – Friends
I’m still thinking about this story, and it’s still giving me occasional goosebumps. Nothing else I’ve read online has creeped me out as much as this story did, so I thought I’d share it with you.