PanicByNumbers
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I'm fairly sleep deprived right now and I have to get up and start getting ready for work in a little over an hour, but while I'm lying here I keep coming back to a story I heard on halloween about fifteen years ago. I'm don't remember it point for point, but I'll do my best. Story goes that one day a guy had been invited by one of his creepier acquaintances to his rickety cabin house way out in the boonies. The guy always thought his pal was fairly weird (like keeps a jar of pickled human fetus weird) but safe enough to visit for a few minutes. So he goes out to the guy's place and hangs out for a little while just shooting the breeze. After a bit the guy decides to take his leave and the friend says bye. Next week the weird dude invites him by again and the guy accepts, it becomes a regular thing. Every week or so the guy heads out to his friends cabin to have a beer and just chat for a bit. The friend still gives him a creepy vibe, but the guy never says or does anything weird or comes at him with a hatchet so the guy just figures it's the atmosphere of being out in a solitary little rundown cabin in the middle of the woods. As the guy keeps going back he notices a couple of odd little things. First off, the cabin isn't really all that big, it's basically one large open room with the only doors being the entrance, basement and the bathroom. Secondly, the guy never let's his friend down to the basement, he says its filthy and it's just for storage and the furnace. Lastly, whenever he goes by he sometimes hears these scratching noises from underneath in the basement. At first it was a tiny little whisper that he was never sure he heard; but every now and then it sounds a lot more active and noticeable. He mentions it to his friend once and the guy went quiet for a second, mentioning that it was probably a few mice that snuck in from the surrounding woods. The craziest thing is sometimes when he's getting ready to leave, he swears the scrapping gets worse. One day the guy is visiting and the guy steps out for a second and in the silence of the cabin the guy can almost hear something that sounds like a hushed breathing. He can't take the curiosity anymore so he hunches down to the floor and peeks between the floorboards. Looking down into the murky darkness he has to let his eyes adjust a moment, but once he can finally see into the cellar he has to clamp down on a scream. Shuffling and shifting around beneath him is what looks like some twisted mutant version of a giant rat-human creature. The guy stiffly and quietly as possible moves back to his chair and tries to act normal. After a bit his friend comes back in and asks why he looks so wan. The mentions he just saw a mouse run under the door and down to the basement. The creepy friend says he'll check it out. He unlocks the basement door before going down and closing it behind himself. The guy can his friend's voice muffled through the floorboards before several loud gunshots go off. After a minute, the friend comes back with a smoking revolver in hand and tells the guy not to worry, it was just a normal rat and he got it. The guy quickly exscuses himself and says he'll see him next week then he drives like hell away. A few days later he comes back with a few other who don't believe his story but are humoring him anyway, each of them has a gun on them. They knock on the cabin door but there's no answer. Trying the door it's unlocked. Looking around they see the cabin is empty. Completely cleared out. Checking the basement door it's open too. Going down guns out they find what looks like some kind of giant nest and and a large dark stain on the ground that they can all tell is dried blood. Nothing else. The cabin was bare like no one had eve lived there but with little signs like it was emptied in a hurry. Poking around one of the guys kicks something covered by a thin layer of dust. It's and old photograph, judging by the faded, cracked, sepia-toned state of the picture, its easily fifty years old. The background is the same walls of the cabin they're standing in right now. And front and center, clear as day, is the giant human-rat creature just the way the guy described it.
If anyone knows where where I could find the actual story and not just my paraphrased version I'd appreciate it. On that note, how about it Literoticans? Anyone have a scary/creepy story to share?
If anyone knows where where I could find the actual story and not just my paraphrased version I'd appreciate it. On that note, how about it Literoticans? Anyone have a scary/creepy story to share?
