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I know it's long. Don't bother mentioning it. This includes the whole "Cool Story Bro" thing or anything related. If you don't care, I don't particularly care. This thread is clearly labeled off topic and should be viewed as such.
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So I've moved into a new apartment recently... We've got most of our shit unpacked with the usual few nick-knacks that need to find a home. Most of the furniture is proper and we've managed to get pretty well moved in.
I've been in new places before and I understand it takes a second to get used to the sounds the house makes, whether it's the heat kicking on, the water upstairs, settling, etc. The first night was a little strange, but not too much of a problem.
That's when I started noticing little things going on... like the creepy "son" of the older people upstairs that seems to be around a little more than I was told his "visits" usually were. Not too big of a deal, but he has weird hours, almost like he's sneaking in. Dude isn't "visiting" quietly at like 2-3 in the morn, ya know? But shmeh... some people are weird and they keep weird hours.
Like 3-4 nights ago I wake up in the middle of the night and the room smells like old-ass garbage. I assumed it was just my garbage or the litter box. I got up, took out the garbage, cleaned the litter box, disinfected the kitchen counters and did the dishes. Everything seemed better. I get up the next morning and the bathroom smells of corpse. I run the shower to steam up the room, open the window and he smell is gone. I've checked, it's nothing in pipes, it's not a dirty towel or anything. Again, I thought maybe it was garbage and the smell was coming through the window.
Corpse smell gone, garbage goes out tonight, we should be good.
Later that day I see a squirrel in my driveway which is really kind of a parking lot. There's room for like 10 cars despite there only being 2 in the household. So the squirrel is spread eagle on the blacktop as if the thing was run over. I thought maybe my wife ran the fucker over on the way out of the driveway and just kind of broke its back because the thing was still moving. Needless to say this thing looks at me through my closed window, pops to its feet, grills me for a minute and eventually takes off walking in weird circles. I managed to film this squirrel dancing around strangely in the driveway for 5 mins before I just said "fuck it... This is just a squirrel in heat". I see this same squirrel later that night as i'm having a cigarette in my yard. It's watching me. First from one hole in the fence than another.
It's at this point I assume this thing has rabies so I go inside. I'm still assuming I have solved the garbage problem and perhaps I should call animal control about a rabid over-friendly squirrel. I haven't thought twice about it really. To be honest, I thought perhaps the other tenants just smelled bad. Later that night, and far enough away from the bathroom (which at this point still smells nice), I'm sitting on my couch which has three large windows behind it. Corpse smell. Now it's official, this has to be coming from the upstairs garbage that's on the side of the house. It never occurred to me that the side of the house is also where the windows to the basement are.
Yesterday evening, we're sitting on the couch enjoying a flick (as usual) when I hear what sounds like something small trying to bang into my screen. It wasn't loud or jarring, but odd as fuck since I'm not expecting anybody, and even if I was, there are bushes in the way. I had already brought up how odd I found the smell (which is definitely some type of rotting organic matter), and the squirrel, and she knows I think the place is a little strange in the first place. My wife assumed it was birds accidentally making noise outside the window. We lift the blinds and I swear to you... that fucking same squirrel is now at my front window, standing on a bush, staring at me. A few minutes of watching us and the squirrel jumps to the side of the house where the driveway is.
We have windows all over this house so we wound up moving from window to window as this thing seems to be leading us to something. We trail it to the back of the house, through a window in our bedroom which is directly over the door to the basement. This house has those storm doors where you have to go outside, lift the doors like it's Twister... that type of shit. The squirrel eventually bolts through the back and disappears behind the fence where I originally saw it watching me. The fuckin' basement doors are covered in flies, yo. I shit you not.
I have a corpse smell coming from what I can only assume is my basement, who's doors are covered in flies, and a rabid/crazy/possessed squirrel lead me to it.
On top of that the first week I moved here I began feeling ill, to the point where one day I was dry heaving so hard that I lost feeling in my fingers. For ten minutes I was sitting, opening and closing my hands trying to figure out if I should go to the hospital or not. Saturday morning I woke up in a rage just PISSED at anything. I knew I was being completely irrational but I couldn't help it. I've also been feeling sharp pains in what I can only guess are vital organs since I've never felt a pain inside me before.
I've never been paranoid in this way before. I'm actually having trouble sleeping. The story is almost dead on the Amityville horror story, and Amityville is only like 10 mins away. Lol. Besides that, they just found a girl who's been missing from the town I just moved from for a year now. Unfortunately they found her in pieces in fucking bags.
I might have moved into the house of 1,000 corpses.
I know it's long. Don't bother mentioning it. This includes the whole "Cool Story Bro" thing or anything related. If you don't care, I don't particularly care. This thread is clearly labeled off topic and should be viewed as such.
*****DISCLAIMER*******
So I've moved into a new apartment recently... We've got most of our shit unpacked with the usual few nick-knacks that need to find a home. Most of the furniture is proper and we've managed to get pretty well moved in.
I've been in new places before and I understand it takes a second to get used to the sounds the house makes, whether it's the heat kicking on, the water upstairs, settling, etc. The first night was a little strange, but not too much of a problem.
That's when I started noticing little things going on... like the creepy "son" of the older people upstairs that seems to be around a little more than I was told his "visits" usually were. Not too big of a deal, but he has weird hours, almost like he's sneaking in. Dude isn't "visiting" quietly at like 2-3 in the morn, ya know? But shmeh... some people are weird and they keep weird hours.
Like 3-4 nights ago I wake up in the middle of the night and the room smells like old-ass garbage. I assumed it was just my garbage or the litter box. I got up, took out the garbage, cleaned the litter box, disinfected the kitchen counters and did the dishes. Everything seemed better. I get up the next morning and the bathroom smells of corpse. I run the shower to steam up the room, open the window and he smell is gone. I've checked, it's nothing in pipes, it's not a dirty towel or anything. Again, I thought maybe it was garbage and the smell was coming through the window.
Corpse smell gone, garbage goes out tonight, we should be good.
Later that day I see a squirrel in my driveway which is really kind of a parking lot. There's room for like 10 cars despite there only being 2 in the household. So the squirrel is spread eagle on the blacktop as if the thing was run over. I thought maybe my wife ran the fucker over on the way out of the driveway and just kind of broke its back because the thing was still moving. Needless to say this thing looks at me through my closed window, pops to its feet, grills me for a minute and eventually takes off walking in weird circles. I managed to film this squirrel dancing around strangely in the driveway for 5 mins before I just said "fuck it... This is just a squirrel in heat". I see this same squirrel later that night as i'm having a cigarette in my yard. It's watching me. First from one hole in the fence than another.
It's at this point I assume this thing has rabies so I go inside. I'm still assuming I have solved the garbage problem and perhaps I should call animal control about a rabid over-friendly squirrel. I haven't thought twice about it really. To be honest, I thought perhaps the other tenants just smelled bad. Later that night, and far enough away from the bathroom (which at this point still smells nice), I'm sitting on my couch which has three large windows behind it. Corpse smell. Now it's official, this has to be coming from the upstairs garbage that's on the side of the house. It never occurred to me that the side of the house is also where the windows to the basement are.
Yesterday evening, we're sitting on the couch enjoying a flick (as usual) when I hear what sounds like something small trying to bang into my screen. It wasn't loud or jarring, but odd as fuck since I'm not expecting anybody, and even if I was, there are bushes in the way. I had already brought up how odd I found the smell (which is definitely some type of rotting organic matter), and the squirrel, and she knows I think the place is a little strange in the first place. My wife assumed it was birds accidentally making noise outside the window. We lift the blinds and I swear to you... that fucking same squirrel is now at my front window, standing on a bush, staring at me. A few minutes of watching us and the squirrel jumps to the side of the house where the driveway is.
We have windows all over this house so we wound up moving from window to window as this thing seems to be leading us to something. We trail it to the back of the house, through a window in our bedroom which is directly over the door to the basement. This house has those storm doors where you have to go outside, lift the doors like it's Twister... that type of shit. The squirrel eventually bolts through the back and disappears behind the fence where I originally saw it watching me. The fuckin' basement doors are covered in flies, yo. I shit you not.
I have a corpse smell coming from what I can only assume is my basement, who's doors are covered in flies, and a rabid/crazy/possessed squirrel lead me to it.
On top of that the first week I moved here I began feeling ill, to the point where one day I was dry heaving so hard that I lost feeling in my fingers. For ten minutes I was sitting, opening and closing my hands trying to figure out if I should go to the hospital or not. Saturday morning I woke up in a rage just PISSED at anything. I knew I was being completely irrational but I couldn't help it. I've also been feeling sharp pains in what I can only guess are vital organs since I've never felt a pain inside me before.
I've never been paranoid in this way before. I'm actually having trouble sleeping. The story is almost dead on the Amityville horror story, and Amityville is only like 10 mins away. Lol. Besides that, they just found a girl who's been missing from the town I just moved from for a year now. Unfortunately they found her in pieces in fucking bags.
I might have moved into the house of 1,000 corpses.
