Midnight Madness

It's the middle of the night. And when I say that I mean it.

It's currently...let's see...yup, 12:13 am. 

You all probably noticed the *slight* changes of the blogs, erm, looks. 

But can you blame me? It's 2019 baby! It's time to start fresh and flip over a new page, amiright? 

Lemme let all of ya'll of with a warning before I continue on with my rambles...it's pretty darn late for my standard of time, and that of course means I'm gonna be drunk on drowsiness all night. 

Let's begin. 

What to start with what to start with...uh...

Anyone out there like scary stories? 

Cause I sure do. And I'm sure no ones gonna be mad at telling you readers it. 

Now, obviously I didn't make this one up by myself - I don't have that much raw talent. No, I read this on that classic kid's horror website - what's it called? www.scaryforkids.com? Yeah well I think you should totally check it out it has the most amazing and stupidest stories ever. Like, even the comments are like mini stories and "I saw a ghost in my kitchen" crap. So if anyone's into that, go read some not-too-scary-unless-you're-a-pussy content there, I mean, after you read this, obviously. 

Oh yeah, so anyways, I'm pretty sure I read it on the website mentioned above in like, what? Fifth grade? Anyways, it was like 10 in the night and I was on my mini ipad scrolling through and reading it. Then I come past this really..unique story, and, well - I read it. 

And let me tell you.

It scared the shit out of me.

And nothing scares the shit out of me. 

Well, except my mom of course, but that's a different story.

Back to the story, I drop the iPad and try to forget about the whole thing, but too late, the text's already engraved into my mind. No use trying to get rid of it now. 

I started telling all my friends this story, and they all agreed it was a good one. Heck, my friend and I even decided to make a mock trailer, it was that good. 

Well, after a couple years, I go back to the site, hoping to find the same story again. 

I spent hours scrolling through every story I saw. 

Nothing. 

Ok, so either I'm really bad at online hunting, or the people who made it had deleted the story. 

But you know what, to make things ominous, let's just say

It mysteriously disappeared. 

Poof. 

Ok whatever, you get the point. My most daring reader are, I'm sure, ready for this epic story. Friends reading this now are already bored, and for the little chickens out there...well good luck sleeping tonight. 

Let's start, shall we? 

I would totally want super spooky music with this, but unfortunately I dunno how. So you guys should go on YouTube and find some good creepy sounds, to, you know, get those goosebumps rolling. 

Oh, and BTW I think this was a true story, so brace yourself. 

A guy name Robert (yes Robert I don't remember his real name so they're all fake) came into a new city for college. He obviously wanted to save money as he went, as tuition was quite high and so were dorms. Luckily, the college allowed freshman to live somewhere apart from the dorms if they chose to, and that's exactly what Robert had in mind. 

He finds an old apartment, a somewhat ok one. Nothing too shady, nothing that looks out of place. He goes to the entrance and collects a key from an aged, but nice man. He's already informed him about his college situation and had booked a room for a period of an year, with only monthly charges. He then went into his room, room B13, and settled down. 

For most of the semester, Robert was doing fine. He had plenty of friends, good grades, clubs, and other things to keep him busy. The only time he came back to the apartment was to do homework, shower, or sleep. 

But then towards the end, Robert started feeling uneasy about his apartment. He started noticing little things, such as his pillow a few feet away from his bed, or the curtains being half-drawn, or his soap bottle ending up in the kitchen. It was all very eerie, but Robert convinced himself that he must've misplaced everything himself. After all, college is something that can deprive you of sleep, and that can only lead to some unconscious decisions...right? 

His conclusions didn't last very long. The last straw was when he saw his underwear...in the freezer? At this point, Robert had enough. He leaves the apartment, and calls his best buddy, Toby, to meet up with him at a nearby cafe. They meet, and Robert explains all the weird crap going on in his house. Toby has an odd expression on his face, before saying, "I think someone's been coming into your house...possibly a burglar? Maybe he or she's looking for something that's yours?" Robert considers this, and agrees. 

"But how to stop him?" He asks.

Toby stays silent for a while, before snapping his fingers and saying "I got it. You have a camera, don't you? Why don't you put it somewhere that isn't obvious and record the whole thing happening in action? Then just go straight to the police!"

"That's brilliant man!" Robert explains, and the plan was set. 

The next morning, Robert wakes up extra early and finds a small camera he didn't use anymore. He carefully takes it out and balances it on top of his wardrobe, high and subtle enough not to draw any attention. He then cleans up and goes off to college. 

When he comes back, he runs to the wardrobe and grabs the camera. As he's uploading the video onto his laptop, he face-time's Toby. 

"Anything good yet?" Toby asks. 

"Not yet, but it's loading" Robert replies. 

The video comes up, a little blurry but still manageable to see. He sees himself putting the camera on top, waving his arms a but to make sure it would work, then leaving for the bathroom. a few minutes later, camera-Robert's out the door. 

"You should fast forward till something happens" Toby suggests. 

Robert does this, and for a long time, everything's quiet in the video. Then, around noon, a creak is heard. Robert slows down the video immediately and holds his breath. 

"What do you see man?"

Robert replies, "It looks like an old woman. Maybe 50, 60? It looks like she's in her night clothes, and wow, such an ugly sour expression. And....oh god - she's carrying an axe with her. Why is she carrying an axe with her??"

"Sounds like a madwoman to me" says Toby. 

Robert continues "Oh, there she is, going through all my stuff... no wonder everything's always misplaced, its all her doing! Man, I have got to move out of here ASAP. And...wait, she went into the closet."

Toby says "Well there you go. All the evidence you need. Now all you need to do is hop on over to your car and head straight to the po-po."

Robert goes silent. 

"What is it man?"

With a shaking voice, he replies "I don't see her coming out of the closet. Toby, she's not coming out". 

Toby says nothing for a minute. Then he quietly replies.

"Robert...there's someone standing behind you."

The Next Morning 

A body is found in the Creek wood Apartments. Male, 19 years old, studied at a nearby college. Name: Robert Willsonhower. Was found at the murder scene with an axe in his hand. Trauma to the head and spine. Slit throat. Stomach has been intricately cut open, and jars of his organ parts were found in various parts of the apartment. 

Witness: Toby Mansten. Claims the killer to be an old lady, 50-60. He was face-timing Robert before the lady came. To be interviewed more within 24 hours. 

Killer: Unknown. 

So how 'bout it. Hope that was a good story. 

Oh look at that, it's now 1:11 am. 

My dad's gonna kill me. But that's a horror story for another time. 

Let me now in the comments below if you enjoyed that story. Cause, honestly, I don't mind finding some more of this creepy shit. 

Good night - er, morning - eh screw it. Good Night Readers!

And make sure to check your closet...you can never know what's in there...