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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/Wild-Tea-9242 on 2024-09-21 17:38:24+00:00.
This is going to sound insane, but I'm so sick of keeping it to myself. I was witness to something of a homicide, and very few people know what truly happened that night. If you ask me, the government is purposely preventing it from spreading worldwide because it..
Well, it sort of involves supernatural. Very obviously so, to the point it would probably create mass panic, so big details were hidden and it has very little, next to none, news coverage. I've honestly been afraid that if I speak out, I'll go 'missing,' if you catch my drift.
But, I'm tired of staying silent about this, it's like a huge weight on my chest. I don't care about sounding crazy anymore, this experience has ruined my life. I startle at my own shadow, every creak of an old building, and I've developed a severe panic disorder and a case of PTSD.
Maybe if I speak about it, it'll offer me a form of closure?
Well, make yourself comfortable, and I don't know, maybe grab a snack and a drink, because this is going to be a bit of a doozy.
My name is Grace. I'm currently 30 years old, and this happened when I was 16. My friends and I had been planning to explore this abandoned, supposedly haunted house for about a week. It was October, and we were feeling pretty festive. Halloween Eve fell on a Saturday, and we already had plans to go to a Halloween party the following Sunday, so we decided that would be the day we would go ghost hunting in the infamous ‘Eye Ripper House.’
I know, it certainly sounds like a fun time, doesn't it?
I would've never gone if my best friend, Yazmine, hadn't peer pressured me into it. You see, I was a dorky chick with brown hair and big glasses, a late bloomer who kept her nose stuck in books and was always regarded as the teacher's pet. I wasn't exactly the daring type.
When I moved to town I had virtually no friends, until Yazmine came and sat next to me at lunch out of the blue one day. She had light brown skin and long curly dark brown hair. I remember she called me pretty, said I looked like one of those girls in movies who would take off their glasses and suddenly become the hottest girl in school, even though they were just as pretty when the glasses were still on. I blushed and said thank you, not used to being complimented, and then she just kept talking up a storm, no matter how short and bland my responses were she carried the conversation nonstop. That's how we became friends, she almost sort of adopted me, like a pet, and dragged me everywhere with her. Others who didn't like me were forced to get along with me in her presence and I was invited to a lot more parties.
The thing about Yazmine was, while on the outside she seemed like a cliche popular cheerleader all the boys drooled over, she was an absolute geek for the paranormal. She ran a vlog where she talked about ghost stories, folklore, and tried to commune with spirits on her bedroom floor via a ouija board. Her parents didn't know of course, and she kept it a secret generally from our classmates. But a week before the incident, she had complained about her viewers pressuring her for more… risky content. They wanted her to explore abandoned and haunted places like other content creators did. And while she didn't have a lot of subscribers, they were very loud and demanding and threatened to leave her with none if she didn't follow their suggestions. She had drawn them in with her personality and now she had to keep them hooked by spicing things up a bit.
The only people she told about this aside from me were her other friends, John, Zack, Bryce, and Vanessa. Well, Bryce was her boyfriend, he was on the football team with John and they were inseparable and among the kids who were popular because they were cute looking, athletic, and outspoken. Vanessa was a relatively new friend, she was kind of a lot to take in and no one really liked her, but Yaz had adopted her the same way she had done for me so I have no room to talk. Zack was sort of a social reject and everyone believed John became friends with him out of pity, mostly because they couldn't believe John, the quarterback heartthrob, actually had an interest in Dungeons and Dragons, which they had apparently bonded over.
Yazmine had broken down the plan to us while we were in her house after school one afternoon, watching a movie on her couch with her parents at work.
“So, you know the house those kids were killed in some years back?” Yazmine spoke with a mischievous grin.
“Oh, God,” I said with a groan.
“You mean, that freaky ass house where those kids were found with their eyes ripped out? That house?” John asked incredulously. To describe John, he was tall with dark brown skin and short black hair. He often wore his bright red varsity jacket.
“Oh yeah!” Vanessa pitched in with a sick grin of excitement. “Sign me up for that, baby!” She was a true crime fanatic, to an annoying extent, at least in my opinion. She almost seemed to fangirl over serial killer cases as if she were gushing about celebrity drama. She was pale from powdery foundation with blonde hair dyed black at the tips, and mascara always ringed her gray eyes.
“Well, count me the fuck out,” Bryce said through a mouth full of popcorn as he dug his hand greedily into the bowl we were sharing. He had sandy blonde hair with blue eyes and really liked wearing hoodies most days, even in the summer.
“Baaaabe,” Yazmine whined as she wrapped her arms around him, “are you really gonna let me explore some abandoned house all by myself with no big strong jock to protect me?”
“Yaz, why the hell would you want to go there?” I asked, rubbing my temples stressfully.
“I told you,” she rolled her eyes, “ghost hunting in spooky, abandoned places is what's hot with paranormal vlogs nowadays.”
“You have a ghost hunting vlog?” Zack, who hadn't spoken in a while from his secluded spot in the armchair in the corner, suddenly piped up. He was skinny and naturally pale with shaggy black hair and thin-framed glasses. He always seemed to wear band tees and skinny jeans, and he barely talked outside of his circle of video game nerds at school.
“I do now!” She smiled at him. “Come on you guys. This Saturday, Halloween Eve. Don't be pussies, it'll be so fun. Oh, and pack your sleeping bags. We're gonna be spending the night!”
“Hell no!” We all, except for Vanessa and Zack, shouted in unison.
“Come on, what's the worst that can happen?” Yazmine seemed to be getting frustrated at our refusal. “Casper jumps out at you and goes boo? There's six of us. It won't be that scary with such a big group.”
“I'm in!” Vanessa said. “But what are we supposed to tell our parents?”
“Tell them you're all at my place.” Zack said, smirking deviously. “My dad works the graveyard shift and my brother will cover for us if anyone calls. There won't be any trouble.”
“Don't tell anyone where we're going!” Yazmine snapped. “I'm serious, not one soul! I don't want this getting out to people at school! My mom would snap my neck if word got out and she found out I was doing this.”
Zack raised his hands up defensively. “I'll tell my brother we're going to a party. Chill.”
“Wait, so you're actually doing this?” Bryce asked, finally turning his attention away from the movie.
“Yes, I'm serious. I wanna catch some creepy paranormal shit on camera.” Yazmine gave him a hard stare.
“You're out of your mind.” John shook his head and laughed.
“If you're scared, just say that.” Yazmine crossed her arms.
John and Bryce exchanged annoyed glances. “Ain't nobody scared.” John replied indignantly.
“It's just childish,” Bryce defended weakly.
“Are you two really gonna let Zack prove he has bigger balls than you?” Yazmine smirked and raised an eyebrow at them.
John and Bryce glanced over at Zack, who tensed awkwardly under their gazes, then back at Yazmine.
“Fuck, fine.” Bryce's shoulders sagged as he gave up.
“Whatever,” John shrugged, “but if I die, I'm definitely haunting you.”
“I don't think it's smart to go to some abandoned house where people were murdered.” I said shyly.
“Please?” Yazmine held my hands in hers and stuck her bottom lip out. Her eyes grew big.
As much as I tried not to, I cracked a smile.
“Come on, Grace, show everyone you're not the square they think you are,” Vanessa took a subtle jab at me with a sneaky smirk.
“Fine!” I shot a glare at Vanessa, absolutely hating to be called a square. “But never again!” Yazmine squealed happily and hugged me. It felt nice to be shown affection and included, and at the time that was worth risking a visit from a ghost.
And so, fast forward to the night of Halloween Eve, we were parked in John's car on an abandoned street on the outskirts of town. It was located on an unfinished suburb, where the house was at the end of what was meant to be a cul de sac, with at least two other finished houses and the rest half-built. The exact address of the ‘Eye Ripper House,’ as it was dubbed, was 52 Magnolia Way.
Nature was quickly reclaiming the semi-rural land, the yellowed grass on different sectional plots of land where houses were originally going to be built were high and swaying in the autumnal breeze, and the shivering trees crowding in too close for comfort. We were the only sign of life out there, six teenagers stepping out of the car and looking up at the two storey single family home looming over us with dark windows that may as well have been empty eyes sta...
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