It is only in this month, October, that I fear for my own safety. I live alone in a small suburban house, and normally, I would have no problem with my isolation. I have kind neighbors who check up on me from time to time, and whenever I lack food or any necessities, they know I will pay them back.
However, there is something about this house, that I dare not to explain aloud, for I fear I will be judged as insane. After the most recent incident, I'm starting to believe that my house is gone, and that I am no longer alive.51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8C5q5vjYFH
Yesterday, during the late hours of the night, I awoke to the sound of shattering glass. I got out of bed, wearing my usual pajamas and socks, and immediately something felt off.51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc1TUhqYcNe
I felt a sudden pulse, coming from underneath my wine-colored carpet. My feet, despite them still being leveled, felt as if they sunk down halfway. I staggered my way to the bedroom door, twisting the doorknob with nervous hands. Immediately I knew what to expect.
My stairway was abnormally long, so long that I couldn't see the bottom. Perhaps this was due to the lack of lighting, for every other encounter so far has been quite the same. My goal was simply to reach my basement, and reset the breaker.
I held tightly onto the railing, stabilizing my body as I took each step. Halfway down the stairs, a liquid fell onto my nose. It had a slimy, yet thick texture, pure black in color. I had trouble making it out, but it was clearly the same black goop I saw last year. This substance drips from cracks and crevices in the walls and ceiling. My house was bleeding once again, perhaps blaming me for its many years of neglect. 51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ49JMuLMKDQ
Just so you know, I don't own this property, I'm renting it. I try my best to take care of it, but there is only so much I can do by myself. I have made phone calls to the landlord, asking for their help, but they only shows up once a month, only to demand my payment. All my attempts of asking about the house's history is utterly ignored.51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvsAPFeLfes
I reached the bottom, now standing inside my kitchen. No, this wasn't the usual place these stairs led to. The house swapped its layout once again. This time, it looked even more ridiculous. 51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWye1hGf5rz
The whole kitchen was upside down, the ceiling I was standing on, contained several holes spiraling endlessly. The only object on the same plane as me, was the fridge, glowing an ominous blue color. As I crawled on my hands and knees, knowing my legs would give out if I didn't, I could hear a faint groaning coming from within the holes.
I ignored them, but it only angered the house, causing the sound to grow louder and more violent, like a cry of unrestrained fear and agony. I turned around only briefly, watching as the holes started to spin together as one.
I rushed over to the fridge pulling it open. Inside, there was not food, but rather a single object that made me scream, just as loud as the holes themselves. A frozen head, of someone I recognized, but could not remember the name of. The ice was stained red with their blood.
I couldn't stay in the kitchen much longer. I rushed into the next room before the spiral swallowed me whole. I realized I was in my living room, and the TV, buzzing bright and loud, revealed multiple figures in the corner of my eye.
Mannequins, fully dressed, like an ideal perfect family, all stared at the TV as a video began to play. Propaganda, asking for not just men and woman, but even children and elders to protect their country.
I struggled to process it, latching onto a few phrases, piecing them together like a puzzle. My body felt cold, unnaturally cold, almost as if I was in the freezer. I need heat, I needed warmth, and the basement was the only place I could find it.
Something was near, I could sense it. It was stalking me, mocking me. I crawled for almost an hour, from one room to another, and I could not escape its gaze. I ran inside a small closet, closing myself inside.
I found myself screaming "I'm sorry", with tears falling from my eyes. The noise faded outside, and as I peeked out the closet, the black ooze covered the walls, almost entirely. It spilled on the floors, flooding the room. I swam out, sloshing my way to the basement door in the distant.
Frozen bodies, rose up from beneath, all of them containing a paralyzed and hopeless expression. I pulled open the basement door and the liquid poured down the stairs. My body was bruised and beaten, yet I still persisted.
My furnace sparked a flame, and my pale, nearly frozen body, melted back to life. I flipped the breaker, and within an instant, everything seemed normal again, or so I thought.
For this story I'm retelling, in this month of October, has finally made me recollect, why I am only able to remember this month.51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7HOKMBwjXt
This month, has never ended. 51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ40qJ47n0xg
This neighborhood, the rest of the world, and the people who are dead and long forgotten... are perpetually frozen in ice and I, who is now conscious of my true reality, deeply wish that I had never woken up.51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIlPOcrEkiS
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