u/Late-Satisfaction54

PREVIOUS POST

Hey guys. After someone, who I would safely assume either is HarLey or someone connected to HarLey showed up outside my house, I've been staying inside all day. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'll link the previous post above. And if you're new to all of this in general, the OG post is linked there as well.

In the real world, things have been rather uneventful since last night. I've been constantly checking my windows and making sure my doors are locked. I haven't heard or seen this assailant since that night. However, it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows on Reddit.

HarLey messaged me again, and I engaged in conversation. I've seen the comments, and yes a lot of you said to block and move on. But I'm thinking that maybe I can get some info out of them at the very least? It's not like they already don't know where I live and what I've been up too.

That's another topic I want to touch on before heading into the messages, I appreciate the advice but just like how I have to watch what I say, you should too. I don't want any of you being targeted next, so if you have sensitive info that you feel like you have share with me, do it in DMs. I am thankful for all of the support and kind words I have been getting regarding my safety, and I only want the same for you guys.

Onto the messages. Like the first time, I can't screenshot them without it becoming corrupted suddenly, so I'm going to type them out. For my sake, I'm just going to refer to them just as "Harley" for the rest of this... crisis? I don't really know what to call it.

Harley: Hello, Late-Satisfaction54.

Me: Do you think showing up to my house and stalking me is going to make me WANT to give you my stories?

Harley: This wasn't the plan for you, and if you had not resisted initially, this wouldn't have happened.

Me: What do you want then? What was the original plan?

Harley: The plan was that you gave us the rights for your stories, and we would publish them for you. We would really LOVE to have your stories on board!

Me: So you really decided to show up at my house because I wouldn't give you the rights to publish my story?!

Harley: Originally, the plan of what to do with you AFTER you declined was different. Then you made a post about us. You really aren't making this easy for us. You will regret that, Late-Satisfaction54.

Me: Fuck off! I'll contact the cops if you don't stop harassing me!

Harley: Fight all you want, but we LOVE the fact that your stories will be published by us.

Me: STOP FUCKING SAYING THAT!

Harley: See you soon, Late-Satisfaction54.

I didn't respond after that. In my attempt to fish for details, I got worked up. It's just the thought of someone constantly standing outside my house... watching... that got me so angry. I don't feel safe anymore, and I think I'm going to contact the police.

If you didn't catch it, I did manage to get something out of this whole ordeal, and that's confirmation that Harley isn't just one individual. They referred to themselves as "us" when talking about my posts. Now they could just be talking about the company they work for, if that's even real or just a front for something else.

That's really all I have for you guys, those messages are really starting to get to my head. I don't think my headache has gone away since all of this started, and it's wearing on me quick. I've never been involved in something like this before.

The date might be starting to make sense to me, but I'm not saying what it is just yet.

I'll try and update you guys tomorrow.

OG POST

Hey guys, I managed to catch up on some sleep last night. I have been warned by a few people that I should be wary of what I post here, considering HarLey and whoever else might be watching. Along with that, I've deduced a couple things on who this might be and what they might want. So far, I haven't received a new message from them, but I don't doubt they are seeing this post.

Okay now moving onto the actual meat and potatoes of what I've found, which in the grand scheme of everything, seems like a little. But it might help you guys help me find out who this is and what they want.

I should also mention by now, if you don't know what I'm talking about, please go read my last post. I'll leave a link at the top of this one.

Okay now ACTUALLY onto it. The account seems to be a burner. Profile is completely private, but even private profiles allow you to see reddit contributions. For the unaware, a contribution is how many times you've commented/posted on reddit. This tells me that they just lurk, and watch. Not interact unless It's in DMs.

The next revelation came to my while I was falling asleep. The account was created 2 months ago, on June 3rd. I blew my tire 2 months ago. If my tire had blown BEFORE June 3rd, then that means they knew about it and THEN made the account. That would imply that this isn't some internet stranger stalking me. It might be somebody I already know/have a connection to.

The only issue is, I don't remember when I blew it. I know a lot of you just groaned in frustration, but my life was on fire already, and the tire only made it worse for me. But anyways, this makes me believe that this account has a personal problem with me, or the person behind it. Or maybe even the people behind it.

For the people telling me to contact the cops, I'm going too if this gets any worse. Right now I feel like I would just be brushed off by the sleezy cops here. Even if it does get to a point where I need them, I doubt they would do anything.

Nothing points to being that this is just one person, and that freaks me out more. One last thing that came to me was that the name seemingly contains a date. Either June 4th of 2023 or April 6th of 2023. I live in Canada, where we do month before day, so assuming that this account was made for me, (which I have a HIGH suspicion of) then the date is April 6th, 2023. This date doesn't mean anything to me. I looked it up in google with my town name next to it, to see if it was any local event. It doesn't seem so. The only notable thing that happened that day was that my local hockey team whopped another town's hockey team.

There's something else pretty major that happened on that date, but I don't want to go into it as it may leak where I live. I want to prevent doxxing myself to anyone else who may be watching.

I was going to end it there, but I noticed something.

HarLey-04062023 is following me on Reddit.

I'm temporarily hiding my posts and comments to protect myself just a little more. If you need to find my stories, DM me and I will send them to you.

I will hopefully update you tomorrow.

Hey guys, I know a lot of you don't know me, but I have to get word out about this. I normally like to keep things nice and upbeat and cheery on my account, but I gotta peel back this time. Does anyone know who u/HarLey-04062023 is? I've been getting unnerving messages from them that I don't quite know how to describe. I would just screenshot them and send them here, but for some reason they keep getting corrupted whenever I do so.

I'm going to write out our conversation here, as for some reason it doesn't want to copy-paste.

HarLey-04062023: Hello Late-Satisfaction54.

Me: Hello! What's up?

HarLey-04062023: Nothing much, just read one of your stories!

Me: Sweet! I hope you enjoyed it!

HarLey-04062023: Sure. Hey, would you be interested on getting published?

Me: I mean, maybe?

HarLey-04062023: Why only maybe?

Me: I've never really thought about it other than a couple fleeting thoughts of packing my stories into an anthology series. It's also quite a bit of money. Why do you ask?

HarLey-04062023: Publishing can definitely feel overwhelming, especially when you're still figuring out the process.

Me: Yeah...?

HarLey-04062023: If the cost is the biggest concern, I can also offer a split payment option if that makes things easier. Of course, there's no pressure at all. Whenever you feel the timing is right, I'd be happy to work with you. I work with a company that would LOVE to have your stories on board!

Me: As much as I appreciate the offer, I think I'll have to pass, thanks!

HarLey-04062023: I'm really disappointed in that answer, would you reconsider? We would really LOVE to have your stories on board!

Me: I'm pretty certain haha. I appreciate the grind though!

I know a lot of you are reading this right now and are SCREAMING that it's a bot and that I should block and move on. Unfortunately I'm too nice for my own good. I just prefer to kindly turn them down in hopes they go away.

HarLey-04062023: We are willing to offer you a lot of money, more than you could ever think of.

I would be lying if I said I didn't think about it for a moment.

Me: Again, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested. Please stop talking to me.

HarLey-04062023: Please do not make me do this, Late-Satisfaction54.

I remember getting unnerved by this message, and I wanted to ignore it with all of my might, but I couldn't.

Me: Do what?

HarLey-04062023: You drive a blue 2004 Honda Civic, the left tire blew, and you've been driving on a spare for 2 months. You shouldn't do that, y'know?

That's when I stopped interacting entirely. They were spot on. I would appreciate if anyone could tell me if they've ever interacted with this person before, and if they are potentially dangerous. I want to file something to the police but I don't think they'll take me seriously. This was about a day ago. I've barely slept since then and I'm scared to even look out my windows.

Please you guys, help me find out who this is. I'm scared for my safety and my families safety. Please message me if you find out any useful info, and I will try and provide an update tomorrow.

Hey guys, I know a lot of you don't know me, but I have to get word out about this. I normally like to keep things nice and upbeat and cheery on my account, but I gotta peel back this time. Does anyone know who u/HarLey-04062023 is? I've been getting unnerving messages from them that I don't quite know how to describe. I would just screenshot them and send them here, but for some reason they keep getting corrupted whenever I do so.

I'm going to write out our conversation here, as for some reason it doesn't want to copy-paste.

HarLey-04062023: Hello Late-Satisfaction54.

Me: Hello! What's up?

HarLey-04062023: Nothing much, just read one of your stories!

Me: Sweet! I hope you enjoyed it!

HarLey-04062023: Sure. Hey, would you be interested on getting published?

Me: I mean, maybe?

HarLey-04062023: Why only maybe?

Me: I've never really thought about it other than a couple fleeting thoughts of packing my stories into an anthology series. It's also quite a bit of money. Why do you ask?

HarLey-04062023: Publishing can definitely feel overwhelming, especially when you're still figuring out the process.

Me: Yeah...?

HarLey-04062023: If the cost is the biggest concern, I can also offer a split payment option if that makes things easier. Of course, there's no pressure at all. Whenever you feel the timing is right, I'd be happy to work with you. I work with a company that would LOVE to have your stories on board!

Me: As much as I appreciate the offer, I think I'll have to pass, thanks!

HarLey-04062023: I'm really disappointed in that answer, would you reconsider? We would really LOVE to have your stories on board!

Me: I'm pretty certain haha. I appreciate the grind though!

I know a lot of you are reading this right now and are SCREAMING that it's a bot and that I should block and move on. Unfortunately I'm too nice for my own good. I just prefer to kindly turn them down in hopes they go away.

HarLey-04062023: We are willing to offer you a lot of money, more than you could ever think of.

I would be lying if I said I didn't think about it for a moment.

Me: Again, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested. Please stop talking to me.

HarLey-04062023: Please do not make me do this, Late-Satisfaction54.

I remember getting unnerved by this message, and I wanted to ignore it with all of my might, but I couldn't.

Me: Do what?

HarLey-04062023: You drive a blue 2004 Honda Civic, the left tire blew, and you've been driving on a spare for 2 months. You shouldn't do that, y'know?

That's when I stopped interacting entirely. They were spot on. I would appreciate if anyone could tell me if they've ever interacted with this person before, and if they are potentially dangerous. I want to file something to the police but I don't think they'll take me seriously. This was about a day ago. I've barely slept since then and I'm scared to even look out my windows.

Please you guys, help me find out who this is. I'm scared for my safety and my families safety. Please message me if you find out any useful info, and I will try and provide an update tomorrow.

Hey Creeps, it's me again. I normally like to keep things nice and upbeat and cheery here, but I gotta peel back this time. Does anyone know who u/HarLey-04062023 is? I've been getting weird messages from them that I don't quite know how to describe. I would just screenshot them and send them here, but for some reason they keep getting corrupted whenever I do so.

I'm going to write out our conversation here, as for some reason it doesn't want to copy-paste.

HarLey-04062023: Hello Late-Satisfaction54.

Me: Hello! What's up?

HarLey-04062023: Nothing much, just read one of your stories!

Me: Sweet! I hope you enjoyed it!

HarLey-04062023: Sure. Hey, would you be interested on getting published?

Me: I mean, maybe?

HarLey-04062023: Why only maybe?

Me: I've never really thought about it other than a couple fleeting thoughts of packing my stories into an anthology series. It's also quite a bit of money. Why do you ask?

HarLey-04062023: Publishing can definitely feel overwhelming, especially when you're still figuring out the process.

Me: Yeah...?

HarLey-04062023: If the cost is the biggest concern, I can also offer a split payment option if that makes things easier. Of course, there's no pressure at all. Whenever you feel the timing is right, I'd be happy to work with you. I work with a company that would LOVE to have your stories on board!

Me: As much as I appreciate the offer, I think I'll have to pass, thanks!

HarLey-04062023: I'm really disappointed in that answer, would you reconsider? We would really LOVE to have your stories on board!

Me: I'm pretty certain haha. I appreciate the grind though!

I know a lot of you are reading this right now and are SCREAMING that it's a bot and that I should block and move on. Unfortunately I'm too nice for my own good. I just prefer to kindly turn them down in hopes they go away.

HarLey-04062023: We are willing to offer you a lot of money, more than you could ever think of.

I would be lying if I said I didn't think about it for a moment.

Me: Again, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested. Please stop talking to me.

HarLey-04062023: Please do not make me do this, Late-Satisfaction54.

I remember getting unnerved by this message, and I wanted to ignore it with all of my might, but I couldn't.

Me: Do what?

HarLey-04062023: You drive a blue 2004 Honda Civic, the left tire blew, and you've been driving on a spare for 2 months. You shouldn't do that, y'know?

That's when I stopped interacting entirely. They were spot on. I would appreciate if anyone could tell me if they've ever interacted with this person before, and if they are potentially dangerous. I want to file something to the police but I don't think they'll take me seriously. This was about a day ago. I've barely slept since then and I'm scared to even look out my windows.

Please you guys, help me find out who this is. I'm scared for my safety and my families safety. Please message me if you find out any useful info, and I will try and provide an update tomorrow.

Hello Creeps! Some may remember I posted this story awhile back. I really enjoyed making this one and it was tailored towards No-Sleep. Some of you just rolled your eyes or sighed, but I really did try to post a story there! Alas, it was taken down anyways because I accidently deleted it and they refused to let it go back up. So now I'm figuring, why not add details that I couldn't before because of No Sleeps rules? So that's what this is. I hope you guys enjoy!
(Please also note that since I think this is the WAY better way to experience this story, I am deleting the old one.)

P.S, thank you u/Kaijufan22 for the feedback on the OG version of this story, I hope you enjoy this one more than the last!

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I'm unsure if I'm even allowed to speak about this publicly, but I'm worried about the future of humanity. I may loose my job, or even get arrested, but you people need to know. Rabies, you all (I assume at least) are familiar with it. It's a super deadly viral disease that spreads through animal bites and their saliva. It goes on to attack your central nervous system. Early signs are headaches, pain where the bite was, nothing really out of the ordinary for just having been bit by a wild animal.

But then your symptoms ramp up. You become more agitated, you become feral, you froth from the mouth, and most famously, you develop a fear of water. I've heard people often compare it to turning into a real life zombie, and that statement has never been more true. For as long as we've known it exists, rabies has always been 100% fatal with no cure or vaccine. Once you get past the early symptoms, you may as well dig your own grave. Now I know you're getting bored at my lecture, and typing this is making me feel boring, but there is a point to it.

Last night, I was out on patrol. I get called to a street that I frequent quite a bit, as it's known for it's insane amounts of overdoses and other activity that requires police presence. The call is for a group of three people who are being overly violent and are possibly overdosing due to frothing at the mouth and other various symptoms. No biggie, I thought, as I sped over with my sirens on. I had delt with these kind of people many times before. It's not that hard especially when you have someone else with you. Due to the fact that I might get in trouble for this, I'm just gonna call my buddy 'Q'. Me and Q met at the scene and started searching for the group.

Q and I had met in police academy, roughly about 10 years ago. We bonded pretty quickly, and he even set me up with my now wife. We'd go out drinking together, play golf, y'know, guy stuff. Hell, he was the first dude that showed up at the hospital when I had my kid. And I did the same for him. He's got two little rascals, I only have one.

I stepped out of my squad on scene right as Q pulled up. This is my best recollection of our interaction.

"What took you so long, stopped for donuts?" He joked, jabbing my side with his elbow.

"Nah man, you know I gotta lay off that stuff now!" I rubbed my stomach.

"Just cause you 'gotta' doesn't mean you DO." He chuckled.

He muttered something that I didn't quite hear.

"What was that, asshole?" I leaned forward cupping my hand around my ear.

He spun around and practically screamed, "I KNOW YOU, YOU EAT THEM AT HOME STILL."

"Oh fuck off!" I said, laughing my ass off.

"Yeah yeah, tell me to fuck off when you know we're gonna grab a beer after this shift." He pulled out his squad key and made sure it was locked.

He was right, we were gonna head to our favorite spot after shift most likely. We've done it since day one. Grab a beer at the bar, sit down, and tell each other about the wildest call that day. If only we could have talked about this one together.

"Anyways, y'know which way the OD's went?" He pointed to the street behind me suggestively.

I glanced back. "I didn't see them when I pulled up, dispatch said they were just around this area, can't be far."

"I can barely walk after a couple rum and cokes, this dudes aren't making it far cracked up on some meth." He scouted the area like a hawk.

My radio and his cracked to life simultaneously.

"Officers be advised, calls came in of one of the suspects attacking someone." The voice sound worried, and in all my years of doing this, it never has.

I shuffled nervously in place, the smile I had faded instantly.

Q rubbed his arm, something he does when he gets nervous. I learned that in police academy when we had to get pepper sprayed. He stood in line and insisted he wasn't worried, but if I hadn't stopped him from rubbing his arm so much, no skin would have remained.

"Where's the victim?" Q asked.

"[REDACTED]." The dispatch lady sounded like she was about to cry, we tried our best to ignore it.

Q thanked dispatch and then looked at me.

"I'm gonna head out to the victim, make sure they're okay. You head the other way and make sure none of them wonder off into the road and get hit." He said, quickly using his radio again to call for backup.

"Sounds good, but don't you think you should wait for backup to arrive?" I put my hand on his shoulder, stopping him from walking away.

He smirked. "They're just crackheads dude, I can handle all three of them with my pointer finger."

I chuckled, he was always funny and good at lightening the mood.

I started walking away from Q, and the brisk air filled my lungs. I really did love my job. It's not often that you got to work with your best friend and answer calls together. I was thinking that this call was gonna be one for the memory books, and it was, but not in the way I wanted. I wish I had protested more for him to wait for backup.

I remember thinking that this was gonna be easy, we're just looking for some cracked up meth-heads that couldn't have stumbled far. I heard the radio click on, and then off again, like he was struggling to hold down the button. My heart skipped a beat and I ran back hurriedly to our squads, looking around and hoping that my panic would subside as he strolled back into view, but he didnt.

I yelled out for him, and then felt stupid when I realized that I have a radio. I clicked the button on the side.

"Q? Can you hear me?" I let go.

Nothing, except the occasional click, like he was trying to talk. I started running down the path he took, searching my surroundings with my flashlight. I took a second to stop, running so far and so fast in 80 pound gear isn't very fun or easy. As soon as I let go I will never forget what came through on Q's radio.

I could hear as he screamed and begged for help, then the tearing of flesh and cracking of bones. I could hear joints come out of sockets with wet pops, and the squishing of something that almost made me puke. He managed to squeak out three words before his radio clicked off.

"They're eating me."

I felt dizzy, and like my whole world was crumbling down upon me. I tried my best to shake it off and I kept running in Q's direction. I'm going to do my best to describe the scene in as much detail as possible without being too gruesome. But you guys need to know what's happening here, and how serious this is.

I slowly turn the corner to where I presume Q is lying. I have my gun drawn and my flashlight beaming. Before I can even see what's happening, I hear it. I hear Q gargling and trying to speak. The sound has never left my mind.

Q's vest was taken off and thrown to the side, his shirt was torn and gave way to his ribs, cracked open and split. It was like his ribs were giant double doors and someone opened them. His jaw was completely broken and hanging off, barely being held on by a tendon. His left arm looked like a zig zag, his fingers were missing entirely. One of his eyes had been plucked out and squished, what remained laid next to my foot.

He tried to look at me with his remaining eye, which prompted his missing eye to also try and look. I could see the muscle move around, clueless to the fact it had nothing to move. Q was somehow still alive, somewhat at least. Thinking back it was probably just death twitches or some other phenomena that I'm not smart enough to explain.

What bothered me the most is that his right arm had been completely skinned, and I nearly passed out as his bones grinded and cracked so he could reach over to start rubbing it. He started to dig his fingers deeper into his flesh, like there was an itch he couldn't scratch. Some sort of fucked up death twitch I figure, the mind resorts to the basics and what it knows to do when overwhelmed. And that's what Q did when he was overwhelmed.

I was so shocked and out of it at what I was seeing that I almost didn't notice another detail. His legs had been picked almost entirely clean of the skin and fat that was on them. I hope you never ever have to see what it looks like for a leg to have no skin, no fat, and barely any muscle left. I hope you never have to see any of this in general, I have not slept since this night.

Before I backed away, I saw one of them. It was hiding behind a building, and peeking around the corner. Reviewing my bodycam later revealed he was there the whole time, watching me while I stood in shock. After I snapped out of it and took a few steps back, I raised my gun and aimed it at the 'person', light beaming off their eyes. I clicked the radio and yelled at dispatch. Something about telling backup to get their asses over here faster. I don't remember exactly what I said.

"COME OUT BEHIND THE BUILDING AND GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!" I yelled, and some part of me knew it wouldn't listen.

Like a scolded child, it fled behind the corner and made a whimpering noise. I swung the corner wide, about 10 feet away. It cowered backwards at the harshness of my light, hissing and sticking a hand up to block it's beam.

"GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND!" I yelled again, holding back a sob.

My hand was trembling, and I could barely aim straight. It was only when I heard the thing crunch it's bones to get into a spider-like stance that my adrenaline must have kicked in and my aim steadied.

The thing recoiled back, and leaped. It closed the gap within 3 seconds. It let out a hideous high pitched growl. I wrestled with it fiercely, it's left hand was holding down the hand with my gun, and I was punching it's jaw with my free hand. It remained mostly unphased, and clamped down onto my shoulder. I had felt pain before, but this was is purely indescribable. After that, I put all my strength into a last punch into it's jaw. It didn't knock it off me completely, but it stunned it enough to let go of my gun hand. I managed to wrangle my gun underneath it's chin and blow the fuckers brains out.

I sat up, pushing the corpse off of me. I stared at Q's body, and began to silently weep. Backup showed up shortly after, and from there my memory is a bit foggy. Some of the backup when to search for the other two, and the rest comforted me while I sobbed uncontrollably on the sidewalk. What led me to make this post is two things. One, imagine my surprise when the day after, the fucking FBI show up and tell me to make a vow of silence. . And two, this isn't normal rabies, if you couldn't tell by now.

Rabies makes people aggressive, but not like that.

It's been thirty hours and they never found the other two things. They roam freely, and could be in another city by now. The one I interacted with was fast, so I don't doubt the others are too. This post is a warning, if you ever see something that you assume is just a drug addict, call the police and turn the other way. And if you assume an animal has rabies, don't take the chance it doesn't. You don't want to be wrong.

I'm afraid of dying. They won't let me see anyone other than doctors that poke and prod at my wound. They allow me to have my phone, assuming I'll actually abide by my vow of silence. What good is silence when I'll be a dead man in less than 10 hours? I've done multiple tests, pretty much any that you could name. I'm also afraid that this might be my final and only post about this. I just tried to drink water and I hacked it back up.

I've had a build up of saliva, and according to the doctors, I've been frothing at my mouth. I don't feel it, instead I feel almost stronger. More alive, aside from a killer headache every once and while, and the fact of not drinking water. I can hear it now, outside my quarantined room, they talk of dissecting me once I fully turn. I had my doubts about posting this in the off chance that I did survive, but if I'm going to die for certain, I have nothing to lose.

But I will not allow them to do that to me, not without a fight.

My name is Lance Rally, my officer badge number was 307, and please, heed my warning.

Sisyphus is doomed to push the boulder up the hill, only for it to come down again. He must do it over and over and over for eternity. He pleas for Zeus not to do this too him, but Zeus does not hear his cries, and banishes him to this fate.

Sisyphus tries to keep the boulder at the top, but it manages to slip past him and roll itself all the way down. He tried to not play along, only for Zeus to punish him by making the boulder heavier. Even still, Sisyphus refused to play along. That was, until Zeus threatened his family, holding his daughter on the peak of Mount Olympus.

She is forever chained at the top, and shall not be released until Sisyphus manages to finally push the boulder all the way up and keep it there. A sick joke from Zeus, but nonetheless temporarily motivated Sisyphus to keep going and never stop, fearing his son or wife might be next.

When Sisyphus tried to kill himself, Zeus only revived him and made him immortal, his wounds healing instantly. However, because of the rate that Sisyphus healed, whenever he broke a bone or got crushed by the boulder, he would heal instantly. Leaving his bones jutting out of his skin, arms twisted in ways they shouldn't be.

His head partially caved in, making him brain damaged. Zeus would chuckle before eventually repairing him so he could carry on with his punishment. One day, as Sisyphus got to the top he sat down and enjoyed what little time he had before the boulder rolled back down. But as he sat and waited, the boulder spoke.

"What has become of you, Sisyphus?" It said.

Sisyphus looked around, and wondered if it was a sick joke by Zeus.

"Are you talking to me, boulder?" He asked.

"Whom else would I be?" It said.

"I am unsure." Sisyphus stated, looking out at the sunset.

"Answer my question, boy." It grumbled.

"I cheated death, angered the gods, and now I am forced to push you up, just for you to fall down everyday for the rest of eternity." Sisyphus spoke, standing up as he was ready for the boulder to fall.

The boulder did not respond. And just as Sisyphus began to expect something else to happen, the boulder rolled back down. The next time Zeus came, Sisyphus explained the odd encounter to him. Alas, Zeus didn't believe Sisyphus, and punished him by permanently taking away his toes. It may not sound like a bad punishment, but it is.

For the next 1000 years, Sisyphus repeated the same routine over and over, forgetting about the boulder speaking too him. He had experienced death and pain in this time, shoulders popping out of sockets, heads being crushed, limbs falling off, the whole package. Until yet again, the boulder momentarily stopped at the top of the hill.

"You gave up to easily, Sisyphus." The boulder said.

"How so?" Sisyphus responded, not very surprised by the boulder speaking again.

"You did not try to fight back against Zeus." It said.

"I am but a mortal man, boulder. What am I to do?" Sisyphus said, sitting down while he could.

"Have you tried to free yourself in death?" It said.

"Yes, many times." He said.

"Interesting." The boulder said, proceeding to roll down the hill.

On the walk down, Sisyphus cleared his mind, and for fleeting moments, was happy. Even though he was pushing this boulder up just for it to fall down for eternity, his life still had purpose. And purpose was enough for him to keep going.

Sisyphus stopped momentarily, and glanced back to the very top of Mount Olympus, where his daughter is. Saddened by the thought, Sisyphus wonders that if he does finally die, if she shall be set free. Curious about this, he tries to jump off the side of his path, a rather long fall with sharp rocks along the way.

Sisyphus tumbles down the mountainside, getting stabbed by the rocks all the way down. Finally, he lands at the bottom, where a sharp rock impales his chest. He pleas for Zeus to kill him and free his daughter, but instead he heals and the rock mends to his body.

He cries out and begs harder than he ever has, and Zeus came down to talk to Sisyphus.

"What is it you want, mortal?" Zeus' voice boomed, shaking loose rocks on the mountainside.

"Kill me, take my soul and free my daughter!" Sisyphus begged.

Zeus laughed, and finally shook his head.

"Sisyphus, you are forever doomed to your fate, and death shall not set you free." Zeus said.

Before Sisyphus could refuse Zeus' words, he found himself whole at the bottom of the mountain with the boulder by his side. He screamed in rage and punched the boulder. The impact shattered his hand, and he recoiled in pain.

But as Sisyphus waited for his hand to regenerate, he realized it hadn't.

"What secrets do you keep, boulder?" Sisyphus asked.

"I can set you free." The boulder said.

"When did you develop this ability?" Sisyphus asked.

"That is not for you to know, boy." It grumbled, and seemed to rock back and forth on It's own.

"You may inflict death upon me." Sisyphus said, opening his arms to deaths embrace.

"Your soul is mine now, and we shall become one." The boulder said.

Sisyphus began to speak in protest, but the boulder split into two, revealing massive teeth inside. He tried to run, but the teeth sunk into his leg, and the boulders tongue wrapped around the rest of his body, pulling him in.

"ZEUS! HELP ME!" He yelled.

Zeus ignored his call, assuming it was another waste of his time. By the time Zeus returned to check up on Sisyphus, he was amazed to find him missing. Only the boulder remained. Zeus looked and looked, but never found Sisyphus. Even though Sisyphus was presumed dead, Zeus kept his daughter chained as a show to mortals not to mess with gods or the natural order of things.

100 years later, Daedalus, Icarus' father, was subjected to the same fate as Sisyphus. Daedalus was found by Zeus trying to revive his son, who had fallen for the trickery of a demon. Zeus was infuriated that Daedalus dare try and mess with the balance of life and death, and sentenced him to an eternity of pushing the boulder up the mountain.

The first time Daedalus pushed the boulder up, he sat down in exhaustion, waiting for the boulder to roll down.

"What has become of you, Daedalus?"

Sisyphus is doomed to push the boulder up the hill, only for it to come down again. He must do it over and over and over for eternity. He pleas for Zeus not to do this too him, but Zeus does not hear his cries, and banishes him to this fate.

Sisyphus tries to keep the boulder at the top, but it manages to slip past him and roll itself all the way down. He tried to not play along, only for Zeus to punish him by making the boulder heavier. Even still, Sisyphus refused to play along. That was, until Zeus threatened his family, holding his daughter on the peak of Mount Olympus.

She is forever chained at the top, and shall not be released until Sisyphus manages to finally push the boulder all the way up and keep it there. A sick joke from Zeus, but nonetheless temporarily motivated Sisyphus to keep going and never stop, fearing his son or wife might be next.

When Sisyphus tried to kill himself, Zeus only revived him and made him immortal, his wounds healing instantly. However, because of the rate that Sisyphus healed, whenever he broke a bone or got crushed by the boulder, he would heal instantly. Leaving his bones jutting out of his skin, arms twisted in ways they shouldn't be.

His head partially caved in, making him brain damaged. Zeus would chuckle before eventually repairing him so he could carry on with his punishment. One day, as Sisyphus got to the top he sat down and enjoyed what little time he had before the boulder rolled back down. But as he sat and waited, the boulder spoke.

"What has become of you, Sisyphus?" It said.

Sisyphus looked around, and wondered if it was a sick joke by Zeus.

"Are you talking to me, boulder?" He asked.

"Whom else would I be?" It said.

"I am unsure." Sisyphus stated, looking out at the sunset.

"Answer my question, boy." It grumbled.

"I cheated death, angered the gods, and now I am forced to push you up, just for you to fall down everyday for the rest of eternity." Sisyphus spoke, standing up as he was ready for the boulder to fall.

The boulder did not respond. And just as Sisyphus began to expect something else to happen, the boulder rolled back down. The next time Zeus came, Sisyphus explained the odd encounter to him. Alas, Zeus didn't believe Sisyphus, and punished him by permanently taking away his toes. It may not sound like a bad punishment, but it is.

For the next 1000 years, Sisyphus repeated the same routine over and over, forgetting about the boulder speaking too him. He had experienced death and pain in this time, shoulders popping out of sockets, heads being crushed, limbs falling off, the whole package. Until yet again, the boulder momentarily stopped at the top of the hill.

"You gave up to easily, Sisyphus." The boulder said.

"How so?" Sisyphus responded, not very surprised by the boulder speaking again.

"You did not try to fight back against Zeus." It said.

"I am but a mortal man, boulder. What am I to do?" Sisyphus said, sitting down while he could.

"Have you tried to free yourself in death?" It said.

"Yes, many times." He said.

"Interesting." The boulder said, proceeding to roll down the hill.

On the walk down, Sisyphus cleared his mind, and for fleeting moments, was happy. Even though he was pushing this boulder up just for it to fall down for eternity, his life still had purpose. And purpose was enough for him to keep going.

Sisyphus stopped momentarily, and glanced back to the very top of Mount Olympus, where his daughter is. Saddened by the thought, Sisyphus wonders that if he does finally die, if she shall be set free. Curious about this, he tries to jump off the side of his path, a rather long fall with sharp rocks along the way.

Sisyphus tumbles down the mountainside, getting stabbed by the rocks all the way down. Finally, he lands at the bottom, where a sharp rock impales his chest. He pleas for Zeus to kill him and free his daughter, but instead he heals and the rock mends to his body.

He cries out and begs harder than he ever has, and Zeus came down to talk to Sisyphus.

"What is it you want, mortal?" Zeus' voice boomed, shaking loose rocks on the mountainside.

"Kill me, take my soul and free my daughter!" Sisyphus begged.

Zeus laughed, and finally shook his head.

"Sisyphus, you are forever doomed to your fate, and death shall not set you free." Zeus said.

Before Sisyphus could refuse Zeus' words, he found himself whole at the bottom of the mountain with the boulder by his side. He screamed in rage and punched the boulder. The impact shattered his hand, and he recoiled in pain.

But as Sisyphus waited for his hand to regenerate, he realized it hadn't.

"What secrets do you keep, boulder?" Sisyphus asked.

"I can set you free." The boulder said.

"When did you develop this ability?" Sisyphus asked.

"That is not for you to know, boy." It grumbled, and seemed to rock back and forth on It's own.

"You may inflict death upon me." Sisyphus said, opening his arms to deaths embrace.

"Your soul is mine now, and we shall become one." The boulder said.

Sisyphus began to speak in protest, but the boulder split into two, revealing massive teeth inside. He tried to run, but the teeth sunk into his leg, and the boulders tongue wrapped around the rest of his body, pulling him in.

"ZEUS! HELP ME!" He yelled.

Zeus ignored his call, assuming it was another waste of his time. By the time Zeus returned to check up on Sisyphus, he was amazed to find him missing. Only the boulder remained. Zeus looked and looked, but never found Sisyphus. Even though Sisyphus was presumed dead, Zeus kept his daughter chained as a show to mortals not to mess with gods or the natural order of things.

100 years later, Daedalus, Icarus' father, was subjected to the same fate as Sisyphus. Daedalus was found by Zeus trying to revive his son, who had fallen for the trickery of a demon. Zeus was infuriated that Daedalus dare try and mess with the balance of life and death, and sentenced him to an eternity of pushing the boulder up the mountain.

The first time Daedalus pushed the boulder up, he sat down in exhaustion, waiting for the boulder to roll down.

"What has become of you, Daedalus?"

Sisyphus is doomed to push the boulder up the hill, only for it to come down again. He must do it over and over and over for eternity. He pleas for Zeus not to do this too him, but Zeus does not hear his cries, and banishes him to this fate.

Sisyphus tries to keep the boulder at the top, but it manages to slip past him and roll itself all the way down. He tried to not play along, only for Zeus to punish him by making the boulder heavier. Even still, Sisyphus refused to play along. That was, until Zeus threatened his family, holding his daughter on the peak of Mount Olympus.

She is forever chained at the top, and shall not be released until Sisyphus manages to finally push the boulder all the way up and keep it there. A sick joke from Zeus, but nonetheless temporarily motivated Sisyphus to keep going and never stop, fearing his son or wife might be next.

When Sisyphus tried to kill himself, Zeus only revived him and made him immortal, his wounds healing instantly. However, because of the rate that Sisyphus healed, whenever he broke a bone or got crushed by the boulder, he would heal instantly. Leaving his bones jutting out of his skin, arms twisted in ways they shouldn't be.

His head partially caved in, making him brain damaged. Zeus would chuckle before eventually repairing him so he could carry on with his punishment. One day, as Sisyphus got to the top he sat down and enjoyed what little time he had before the boulder rolled back down. But as he sat and waited, the boulder spoke.

"What has become of you, Sisyphus?" It said.

Sisyphus looked around, and wondered if it was a sick joke by Zeus.

"Are you talking to me, boulder?" He asked.

"Whom else would I be?" It said.

"I am unsure." Sisyphus stated, looking out at the sunset.

"Answer my question, boy." It grumbled.

"I cheated death, angered the gods, and now I am forced to push you up, just for you to fall down everyday for the rest of eternity." Sisyphus spoke, standing up as he was ready for the boulder to fall.

The boulder did not respond. And just as Sisyphus began to expect something else to happen, the boulder rolled back down. The next time Zeus came, Sisyphus explained the odd encounter to him. Alas, Zeus didn't believe Sisyphus, and punished him by permanently taking away his toes. It may not sound like a bad punishment, but it is.

For the next 1000 years, Sisyphus repeated the same routine over and over, forgetting about the boulder speaking too him. He had experienced death and pain in this time, shoulders popping out of sockets, heads being crushed, limbs falling off, the whole package. Until yet again, the boulder momentarily stopped at the top of the hill.

"You gave up to easily, Sisyphus." The boulder said.

"How so?" Sisyphus responded, not very surprised by the boulder speaking again.

"You did not try to fight back against Zeus." It said.

"I am but a mortal man, boulder. What am I to do?" Sisyphus said, sitting down while he could.

"Have you tried to free yourself in death?" It said.

"Yes, many times." He said.

"Interesting." The boulder said, proceeding to roll down the hill.

On the walk down, Sisyphus cleared his mind, and for fleeting moments, was happy. Even though he was pushing this boulder up just for it to fall down for eternity, his life still had purpose. And purpose was enough for him to keep going.

Sisyphus stopped momentarily, and glanced back to the very top of Mount Olympus, where his daughter is. Saddened by the thought, Sisyphus wonders that if he does finally die, if she shall be set free. Curious about this, he tries to jump off the side of his path, a rather long fall with sharp rocks along the way.

Sisyphus tumbles down the mountainside, getting stabbed by the rocks all the way down. Finally, he lands at the bottom, where a sharp rock impales his chest. He pleas for Zeus to kill him and free his daughter, but instead he heals and the rock mends to his body.

He cries out and begs harder than he ever has, and Zeus came down to talk to Sisyphus.

"What is it you want, mortal?" Zeus' voice boomed, shaking loose rocks on the mountainside.

"Kill me, take my soul and free my daughter!" Sisyphus begged.

Zeus laughed, and finally shook his head.

"Sisyphus, you are forever doomed to your fate, and death shall not set you free." Zeus said.

Before Sisyphus could refuse Zeus' words, he found himself whole at the bottom of the mountain with the boulder by his side. He screamed in rage and punched the boulder. The impact shattered his hand, and he recoiled in pain.

But as Sisyphus waited for his hand to regenerate, he realized it hadn't.

"What secrets do you keep, boulder?" Sisyphus asked.

"I can set you free." The boulder said.

"When did you develop this ability?" Sisyphus asked.

"That is not for you to know, boy." It grumbled, and seemed to rock back and forth on It's own.

"You may inflict death upon me." Sisyphus said, opening his arms to deaths embrace.

"Your soul is mine now, and we shall become one." The boulder said.

Sisyphus began to speak in protest, but the boulder split into two, revealing massive teeth inside. He tried to run, but the teeth sunk into his leg, and the boulders tongue wrapped around the rest of his body, pulling him in.

"ZEUS! HELP ME!" He yelled.

Zeus ignored his call, assuming it was another waste of his time. By the time Zeus returned to check up on Sisyphus, he was amazed to find him missing. Only the boulder remained. Zeus looked and looked, but never found Sisyphus. Even though Sisyphus was presumed dead, Zeus kept his daughter chained as a show to mortals not to mess with gods or the natural order of things.

100 years later, Daedalus, Icarus' father, was subjected to the same fate as Sisyphus. Daedalus was found by Zeus trying to revive his son, who had fallen for the trickery of a demon. Zeus was infuriated that Daedalus dare try and mess with the balance of life and death, and sentenced him to an eternity of pushing the boulder up the mountain.

The first time Daedalus pushed the boulder up, he sat down in exhaustion, waiting for the boulder to roll down.

"What has become of you, Daedalus?"

Really living up to my name on this one, I totally got sidetracked by life and forgot to post one! But don't worry, I'm back at it again with some more glazed stories.

Schlächten des kleinen Engels by u/Th3-St3v13

911 Transcript, 06/13/1997 by u/Perfect-Junket-165

I haven't left this chair since 1996. by u/LiquidDongorong

I am a truck driver, I pulled over to help a stranded family screaming over my CB radio. I was eighteen years too late. by u/gamalfrank

That's all the stories I have for you this time Creeps! Make sure to go show your love and support if you can! Now moving onto the glazed person of the week.

It is...

u/MeticulousAnxiety !

This individual is a friend of mine, so I do have SOME bias here, but they seriously deserve it. They made a banger shoutout post around 6 days ago that is just always beautiful to see!

That's all this time Creeps!

And as always, feel free to shoutout your own stories in the comments!

and go read my new story Icarus please

Keep writing and stay creepy!

Icarus' mother had just died. He and his father awoke one day to her lying motionless in her bed. Icarus was filled with unimaginable grief, and prayed to the gods for his mom to find paradise in the afterlife.

"Come to me, my child." The sun bellowed, Icarus covered his ears at the volume of which the sun spoke.

"B-But how?" A young Icarus said, shaking terribly.

"One day, many winters from now, you will be blessed upon and be given man-made wings."

Icarus stared at his father, who looked like he wanted to say something against the sun, but was too afraid.

"Use them to become whole with me, my child." The sun bellowed one last time as the moon rose from the horizon to take it's place.

Icarus finally turned around to his father, a craftsman named Daedalus.

"Will you make them for me, father? To allow me to become whole with the sun?" Icarus pleaded, tugging on his fathers tunic.

Daedalus shifted his weight nervously, glancing up towards the sky to make sure the sun was not about to hear what he has to say.

"My boy, that was not the sun we know or praise, that was a demon in disguise." Daedalus said, placing his hand on Icarus' shoulder.

Icarus was displeased with this answer, and broke out into tears. His father tried to appease him, but Icarus cried for many winters without stopping. Daedalus lost sleep, and was on the brink of death.

Icarus, now older, forced his old and fragile father to craft the wings the sun once begged him too. Icarus could not wait to join the sun and become what he had always wanted to be; A god. Threatened by Icarus, Daedalus caved in and made the wings for Icarus, but knowing that Icarus would fly into the sun, he made them of wax.

Daedalus prayed that the wax would melt before the demon could take Icarus' soul. Icarus, too blind by excitement, put the wings on eagerly, and the day arrived.

"Come to me, my child." The sun bellowed like it had all those winters ago. Icarus rose from his bed, and climbed onto the roof of their home.

"I shall." Stated Icarus, and then he took off.

Daedalus watched as his son flew towards the demon, and his fear turned to relief when he saw the wings start to melt. Icarus panicked, and begged for the sun to catch him. It did not seem to listen. Icarus fell through the sky, but before he could hit the ground, the sun spoke.

"Do not worry my child, I will catch you." The sun said, inflicting fear upon Daedalus.

Daedalus watched as the demon out stretched hundreds of glowing yellow hands to wrap around Icarus. Icarus screamed in horror and pain as they gripped his limbs tightly and seared their mark into his flesh. Daedalus could do nothing but watch as Icarus begged his father to save him, his flesh beginning to turn to ash.

After hours of screaming, Icarus was nothing but a charred corpse. Daedalus stood still the entire time, the grief of his sons death filling him completely. The smell of Icarus' flesh filled his nose as he begged the gods to show mercy upon Icarus in the afterlife. He was interrupted in the middle of his prayer however, by a familiar bellowing voice.

"Come to me, my child."

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Icarus' mother had just died. He and his father awoke one day to her lying motionless in her bed. Icarus was filled with unimaginable grief, and prayed to the gods for his mom to find paradise in the afterlife.

"Come to me, my child." The sun bellowed, Icarus covered his ears at the volume of which the sun spoke.

"B-But how?" A young Icarus said, shaking terribly.

"One day, many winters from now, you will be blessed upon and be given man-made wings."

Icarus stared at his father, who looked like he wanted to say something against the sun, but was too afraid.

"Use them to become whole with me, my child." The sun bellowed one last time as the moon rose from the horizon to take it's place.

Icarus finally turned around to his father, a craftsman named Daedalus.

"Will you make them for me, father? To allow me to become whole with the sun?" Icarus pleaded, tugging on his fathers tunic.

Daedalus shifted his weight nervously, glancing up towards the sky to make sure the sun was not about to hear what he has to say.

"My boy, that was not the sun we know or praise, that was a demon in disguise." Daedalus said, placing his hand on Icarus' shoulder.

Icarus was displeased with this answer, and broke out into tears. His father tried to appease him, but Icarus cried for many winters without stopping. Daedalus lost sleep, and was on the brink of death.

Icarus, now older, forced his old and fragile father to craft the wings the sun once begged him too. Icarus could not wait to join the sun and become what he had always wanted to be; A god. Threatened by Icarus, Daedalus caved in and made the wings for Icarus, but knowing that Icarus would fly into the sun, he made them of wax.

Daedalus prayed that the wax would melt before the demon could take Icarus' soul. Icarus, too blind by excitement, put the wings on eagerly, and the day arrived.

"Come to me, my child." The sun bellowed like it had all those winters ago. Icarus rose from his bed, and climbed onto the roof of their home.

"I shall." Stated Icarus, and then he took off.

Daedalus watched as his son flew towards the demon, and his fear turned to relief when he saw the wings start to melt. Icarus panicked, and begged for the sun to catch him. It did not seem to listen. Icarus fell through the sky, but before he could hit the ground, the sun spoke.

"Do not worry my child, I will catch you." The sun said, inflicting fear upon Daedalus.

Daedalus watched as the demon out stretched hundreds of glowing yellow hands to wrap around Icarus. Icarus screamed in horror and pain as they gripped his limbs tightly and seared their mark into his flesh. Daedalus could do nothing but watch as Icarus begged his father to save him, his flesh beginning to turn to ash.

After hours of screaming, Icarus was nothing but a charred corpse. Daedalus stood still the entire time, the grief of his sons death filling him completely. The smell of Icarus' flesh filled his nose as he begged the gods to show mercy upon Icarus in the afterlife. He was interrupted in the middle of his prayer however, by a familiar bellowing voice.

"Come to me, my child."

Hey Creeps! This one couldn't wait until the next weekly glaze, so I'm doing this one specially on it's own!

Golden House is such a wonderful story and it's awesome that it got read on CreepCast! I wanna give a huge shoutout to the author as well, u/PurchaseNo9564 !

Congrats once again and good job! One of my favorites on CreepCast forsure! Keep writing!

I bring this to you as a show of my gratitude towards how much love the original story got! I think it will come as no surprise to you that I ended up cutting a bit of content from the final post, mainly because I didn't think that it fit very well. But now that the competition is over, I figured why not release the original thing? So here you go, raw and uncut, with some slight changes and fixes. I hope you guys enjoy!

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That's what they call them.

"The Sun Swellers".

Sounds pretty badass for some creature that's the result of earth roasting like a rotisserie chicken. I personally would have given them a more fearful name, just so we're constantly reminded of what's happening. Not that I could list you any, I'm not a very creative person.

Nobody can really do anything about it. We aren't capable of producing a ship strong enough to withhold being that close to the surface of the sun. Humanity doesn't like the idea of being helpless and actually vulnerable, so they keep trying anyways. I don't see a point in trying anymore, go home, hug your wife and kids while you still can.

We aren't even sure what these fuckers on the sun look like, just that they are MASSIVE. I imagine giant leeches or maybe even starfishes that suction onto the side of the sun we can't see, and move to the other side when it's about to show itself to Earth. They don't want to be seen, which creeps me out even more.

It's been about a week or two since we found out about these things, and we found them by "listening" to the sun. I won't bore you with the details, considering I don't know them much myself, but basically the sun sounded different compared to how it used too. And they did some math and concluded that there must be giant lumps of something hiding on the surface.

We don't know if they're feeding, giving to the sun, or even mating on the sun. But we know that they are responsible for the sun swelling. Thinking about this is stressing me out all over again. My thoughts are scattered, and I need a drink to calm my nerves. I've been sober for about 3 years, I'm not very responsible when I drink. But hey, everyone is gonna die anyways, so might as well drink up. I walk over to my fridge, navigating through the mounds of garbage that line my trailer. The smell is sickening, and my nose is begging for mercy.

Once I wiggle my way through, I grab a beer from the fridge and sit at the kitchen table.

This shit is fucking embarrassing.

I thought, sipping on my beer. It tastes like bitter memories, ones better left forgotten. It's not my garbage lining the hallways, It's my mothers. She got into a pretty gnarly accident a couple years ago, paralyzed her, got into a coma, woke up, and ever since she came home she's turned into some sort of hoarder. We still love each other, though our relationship is a bit testy at times. When I try to take out the trash, she yells at me. Now I know she can't really do much to stop me from taking it out, but it seems to send her into a real fit.

I can't leave her, she won't last on her own. I love her so much, but it destroys me to see her like this. I stand up and walk outside onto our porch. The cold winter air fills my lungs and it has never felt so good. I stare up to the night sky and study the other stars, wondering if they also suffer from the same problem.

The last winter, huh?

I took another sip of my beer. The scientists estimated that the sun would grow large enough to cook the earth in about 2 days.

And that estimate might be wrong. I got no job, but I do consider myself smart. By my math, we have less than 2 days. We might only have a day, possibly even hours. The rate of the sun's expansion is rising so fast, that it's impossible to actually know. I don't blame them for trying to instill some hope in us surviving somehow. But I've come to peace with the truth.

I worm my way back to my couch, I move a garbage bag out of the way, and sit down. I flicker on the TV, and switch it to the news channel. My blood runs cold. I watch as the news shows hundreds of thousands of tiny black pods descend upon the Earth. Some don't manage to reach, and get caught in an orbit, giving Earth a black ring. Some slam into the moon and cause debris to fly off and scatter into deep space. The obviously panicked news anchor explains that these pods came out from behind the sun, and shot directly towards us.

The bottom strip of my TV displayed this message :

THIS IS NOT A TEST.

UNIDENTIFIED FORIEGN OBJECTS HAVE BEEN REPORTED FALLING FROM THE SKY.

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THE OBJECTS.

PLEASE DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.

PLEASE ARM YOURSELF IF POSSIBLE.

DO NOT LET ANYONE INSIDE YOUR HOME.

The last part creeped me out a bit, do they know something that they aren't telling us? The atmosphere isn't burning the pods up, which twists my stomach even more than it already was. I shift uncomfortably in my seat as the screen switches to the news anchor himself, sweating profusely but swearing that everything is okay. I scoff when he says that, and right as I go to change the channel, the power cuts out.

Great, they hit the powerlines. I get up with a groan and then peek my head down the hallway.

"Are you alright mom?" I yell out.

Silence.

"Mom?" I yell again.

Nothing.

My eyes go wide and I start to scamper over, turning around halfway through to get a flashlight. tumbling over mounds and mounds of trash. Although it's a short distance, I'm out of breath by the time I reach her door. I practically kick the door down and run in worriedly, shining the light in her face.

"What's wrong my boy?" My mom grumbled, setting down her book.

"I was just checkin' to see if you were okay, why didn't you respond?"

"I'm fine, it's just a power outage. You scared? Need momma to hold you?" She giggled, picking up the book again.

I chuckled, "No mom, it's okay."

I walked out of her room, going to check on the breaker next. A giant boom followed by a shockwave that shakes the trailer and sends me flying into the piles of garbage nearly makes me piss myself. I quickly throw the trash off and sprint right back to my moms room opening the door.

"They're just choppin' trees, boy." She didn't bother to look at me.

"That doesn't-"

"You worry too much!" She snapped, slamming down the book and glaring at me.

Chopping trees down when the world is gonna burn in a couple hours? Unlikely.

"God forbid I care about you..." I mumbled, shutting the door and walking away.

"What was that?" She barked.

I turned around and headed back inside her room, ready for an argument. This whole sun situation has put so much strain on my mind, and I don't know why. I feel like somehow I'm responsible for this, and that everyone dying and burning up is my fault. Everything is always my fault somehow.

"I said, GOD FORBID I CARE ABOUT YOU." I leaned down next to her face to say that.

She flailed her arm in front of my face to get me to back up.

"I'm sorry, but I do, and sometimes I feel like-" She cut me off.

"If you cared about me you wouldn't have gotten into that car and made me like this!" She snapped.

I recoiled.

Her face seemed to soften as she just thought about the words that left her mouth.

"I'm sorry kid, I just-"

I put my hand up, tears welling up in my eyes.

It was my fault, so this argument is over.

"I love you, and you will always be my little boy, okay?"

The way she spoke made me feel like I was 5 again. Simpler times. I didn't have to worry about the sun swelling and cooking all of us, and I didn't have to worry about taxes or life in general. I can almost feel the summer sun on my skin and the sprinkler water splashing into my eyes. Oh how I miss being a child.

When I stopped day dreaming, I found myself buried into my mothers arms.

"I forgive you." She said.

I pulled away slowly and looked at her, confused.

It's been 3 years, and this is the first time she has said that. She nodded softly and I walked away. I felt sad, but also complete. She forgave me for a horrible sin, that being ruining her life. I can at least burn alive knowing that much.

Fuck the breaker, I'm just gonna go outside. I need some fresh air. I grab my coat and boots, swing the door open and step outside, slamming it behind me. Just so the universe knows I'm upset. I reach into my coat pocket and take out a cigarette. I bring it to my mouth and as I try to convince my dying lighter to light up one more time, I see something in my peripheral dart. I glance over but see nothing.

Just a rabbit.

I lit my cigarette and chucked my lighter into our dumpster. Could refill it, but I don't really care at this point. I lean against the banister and take a drag. I take out my phone to scroll on Instagram, but then I see it again. But this time it did it in front of me. I stared upwards and glared at the tree that I knew it was behind. Without taking my eyes off the tree, I walk backwards towards the door, open it, and reach for the shotgun just off to the side.

"Mom, stay inside okay?" I yell.

"Is everything okay?" I was surprised to hear her yell back, and it made me smile.

"Yeah... I think. Just stay inside okay?"

"Okay, be safe!" She said.

Forgetting my slight fear at what was behind the tree, I was smiling. I was happy that even though the world was gonna end, my world has been tied up in a nice little bow. Even if I don't forgive myself, at least someone does, and maybe God does too. These feelings dart away as fast as they came when I remembered what caused me to tell her that.

I grasp the shotgun, and shut the door behind me. It still hasn't moved. I slowly walk forward, but stop about 10 feet away.

"Show yourself!" I yell, and steady my shotgun.

I hear the snow crunch behind the tree as whatever it is shifts around. But before I can say anything, it darts behind another tree, this one only about 5 feet away. The fear that now took over my body is almost indescribable. I didn't even see what it was, but just the thought of anything being that fast scared me.

I started to retreat slowly back towards my trailer. I noticed that the night sky was now turning to day. It was only 3 am, and the sun wasn't in the sky. I started trembling and right as I glanced upwards, I heard snow crunch, and then a warm sensation started to drip down. I felt like I was peeing my pants, but when I glanced down to my stomach, all I see is a giant claw mark, gushing blood. I fall to my knees. I fumble for my phone and manage to dial 911 before tumbling down into the snow.

I couldn't hear what the lady on the phone was saying, was it even English? The snow around me became soft and pillowy, it had never felt so comfortable. My thoughts, as well as my vision, became muddled. Yet, there was still a noticeable voice in the back of my mind. Slightly muffled by the sirens in my head lulling me to a final slumber, but it was still there, screaming at me to help my mother. It would come for her next. I knew that, yet... all I wanted to do was sleep.

But I couldn't.

We were all gonna fucking die anyways, but I'll be damned if I let my mother or myself die to this fucking creature from space. As I crawled vigorously to the steps, I noticed the snow around me was beginning to melt slowly, grass starting to peek out of the snow. I glanced up to the sky turning to a dark orange colour. I gritted my teeth and stood up, my body was failing, but I can't let it. I went up the stairs, one hardly fought step at a time. Each step creaked intensely under my weight. My legs shook unsteadily and felt like they were ready to give out at any second. I tried to yell for my mother, but nothing came out other than blood and air. I slammed open the door, and stumbled towards her bedroom.

Navigating the trash piles now was harder than ever. My blood was pooling on the slippery plastic bags, causing me to slip and faceplant into the mess. I try and use my strength to stand back up, but my legs buckle and slip out from under me again. So, I drag myself across the garbage. I can feel it as something sharp in one of the bags snags on my open wound slowly tearing it open more and more as I drag myself across it. I wince in pain but refuse to look back. I'm scared of what I might see.

The pain is getting unbearable, but I must keep going. It's not until I reach my mothers door that I give into the temptation look back and realize that my intestines are dragging behind me. The sight freaks me out, but I got to hold on. Inside the trailer it's boiling, and the trash is cooking, the smell makes me vomit on the floor. The heat is making me sweat, and I can feel blisters forming on my body.

I feel myself slip out of consciousness, and I awake to find myself in a car. It's blurry, but I can tell what this is. I'm driving, it's night, and I'm speeding down the highway. I can faintly hear my mother in the passenger side beg me to slow down and pull over. I try to listen but my body has other plans. I look over and try to beg my mother to stop me in anyway possible, but no words came out. I am a prisoner in my own mind.

I hear a window smash, and I jolt back awake. I desperately reach up to the handle and open her door. I can only watch as my mom flails her arms, and I can hear her begging me for help. She tries to punch the thing as it drags her out of the window, the broken glass that was left slices her throat open as she is dragged away. I start to sob, but the tears don't come. I slouch back down into the garbage and lay on my back.

I crawled all the way here for jack shit. The little bow that my world was wrapped in has become undone, and has burned to a crisp. In my last attempt to spare myself from cooking, I use all of my strength to heave the shotgun underneath my chin. I pull the trigger but hear a click. I forgot to put a shell in, and they're all the way back at the front door.

I manage to actually let out some tears, as I drop the shotgun while my eyes start to close. The heat is starting to cook my skin, and I can see it char. When my eyes fully close, I can feel long and boney fingers wrap around my leg.

I can feel it.

The summer sun on my skin, and the sprinkler water in my eyes.

I know I said I came to peace with it, but I'm terrified.

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more to come from this universe. PT.2 coming soon.

I bring this to you as a show of my gratitude towards how much love the original story got! I think it will come as no surprise to you that I ended up cutting a bit of content from the final post, mainly because I didn't think that it fit very well. But now that the competition is over, I figured why not release the original thing? So here you go, raw and uncut, with some slight changes and fixes. I hope you guys enjoy!

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That's what they call them.

"The Sun Swellers".

Sounds pretty badass for some creature that's the result of earth roasting like a rotisserie chicken. I personally would have given them a more fearful name, just so we're constantly reminded of what's happening. Not that I could list you any, I'm not a very creative person.

Nobody can really do anything about it. We aren't capable of producing a ship strong enough to withhold being that close to the surface of the sun. Humanity doesn't like the idea of being helpless and actually vulnerable, so they keep trying anyways. I don't see a point in trying anymore, go home, hug your wife and kids while you still can.

We aren't even sure what these fuckers on the sun look like, just that they are MASSIVE. I imagine giant leeches or maybe even starfishes that suction onto the side of the sun we can't see, and move to the other side when it's about to show itself to Earth. They don't want to be seen, which creeps me out even more.

It's been about a week or two since we found out about these things, and we found them by "listening" to the sun. I won't bore you with the details, considering I don't know them much myself, but basically the sun sounded different compared to how it used too. And they did some math and concluded that there must be giant lumps of something hiding on the surface.

We don't know if they're feeding, giving to the sun, or even mating on the sun. But we know that they are responsible for the sun swelling. Thinking about this is stressing me out all over again. My thoughts are scattered, and I need a drink to calm my nerves. I've been sober for about 3 years, I'm not very responsible when I drink. But hey, everyone is gonna die anyways, so might as well drink up. I walk over to my fridge, navigating through the mounds of garbage that line my trailer. The smell is sickening, and my nose is begging for mercy.

Once I wiggle my way through, I grab a beer from the fridge and sit at the kitchen table.

This shit is fucking embarrassing.

I thought, sipping on my beer. It tastes like bitter memories, ones better left forgotten. It's not my garbage lining the hallways, It's my mothers. She got into a pretty gnarly accident a couple years ago, paralyzed her, got into a coma, woke up, and ever since she came home she's turned into some sort of hoarder. We still love each other, though our relationship is a bit testy at times. When I try to take out the trash, she yells at me. Now I know she can't really do much to stop me from taking it out, but it seems to send her into a real fit.

I can't leave her, she won't last on her own. I love her so much, but it destroys me to see her like this. I stand up and walk outside onto our porch. The cold winter air fills my lungs and it has never felt so good. I stare up to the night sky and study the other stars, wondering if they also suffer from the same problem.

The last winter, huh?

I took another sip of my beer. The scientists estimated that the sun would grow large enough to cook the earth in about 2 days.

And that estimate might be wrong. I got no job, but I do consider myself smart. By my math, we have less than 2 days. We might only have a day, possibly even hours. The rate of the sun's expansion is rising so fast, that it's impossible to actually know. I don't blame them for trying to instill some hope in us surviving somehow. But I've come to peace with the truth.

I worm my way back to my couch, I move a garbage bag out of the way, and sit down. I flicker on the TV, and switch it to the news channel. My blood runs cold. I watch as the news shows hundreds of thousands of tiny black pods descend upon the Earth. Some don't manage to reach, and get caught in an orbit, giving Earth a black ring. Some slam into the moon and cause debris to fly off and scatter into deep space. The obviously panicked news anchor explains that these pods came out from behind the sun, and shot directly towards us.

The bottom strip of my TV displayed this message :

THIS IS NOT A TEST.

UNIDENTIFIED FORIEGN OBJECTS HAVE BEEN REPORTED FALLING FROM THE SKY.

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THE OBJECTS.

PLEASE DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.

PLEASE ARM YOURSELF IF POSSIBLE.

DO NOT LET ANYONE INSIDE YOUR HOME.

The last part creeped me out a bit, do they know something that they aren't telling us? The atmosphere isn't burning the pods up, which twists my stomach even more than it already was. I shift uncomfortably in my seat as the screen switches to the news anchor himself, sweating profusely but swearing that everything is okay. I scoff when he says that, and right as I go to change the channel, the power cuts out.

Great, they hit the powerlines. I get up with a groan and then peek my head down the hallway.

"Are you alright mom?" I yell out.

Silence.

"Mom?" I yell again.

Nothing.

My eyes go wide and I start to scamper over, turning around halfway through to get a flashlight. tumbling over mounds and mounds of trash. Although it's a short distance, I'm out of breath by the time I reach her door. I practically kick the door down and run in worriedly, shining the light in her face.

"What's wrong my boy?" My mom grumbled, setting down her book.

"I was just checkin' to see if you were okay, why didn't you respond?"

"I'm fine, it's just a power outage. You scared? Need momma to hold you?" She giggled, picking up the book again.

I chuckled, "No mom, it's okay."

I walked out of her room, going to check on the breaker next. A giant boom followed by a shockwave that shakes the trailer and sends me flying into the piles of garbage nearly makes me piss myself. I quickly throw the trash off and sprint right back to my moms room opening the door.

"They're just choppin' trees, boy." She didn't bother to look at me.

"That doesn't-"

"You worry too much!" She snapped, slamming down the book and glaring at me.

Chopping trees down when the world is gonna burn in a couple hours? Unlikely.

"God forbid I care about you..." I mumbled, shutting the door and walking away.

"What was that?" She barked.

I turned around and headed back inside her room, ready for an argument. This whole sun situation has put so much strain on my mind, and I don't know why. I feel like somehow I'm responsible for this, and that everyone dying and burning up is my fault. Everything is always my fault somehow.

"I said, GOD FORBID I CARE ABOUT YOU." I leaned down next to her face to say that.

She flailed her arm in front of my face to get me to back up.

"I'm sorry, but I do, and sometimes I feel like-" She cut me off.

"If you cared about me you wouldn't have gotten into that car and made me like this!" She snapped.

I recoiled.

Her face seemed to soften as she just thought about the words that left her mouth.

"I'm sorry kid, I just-"

I put my hand up, tears welling up in my eyes.

It was my fault, so this argument is over.

"I love you, and you will always be my little boy, okay?"

The way she spoke made me feel like I was 5 again. Simpler times. I didn't have to worry about the sun swelling and cooking all of us, and I didn't have to worry about taxes or life in general. I can almost feel the summer sun on my skin and the sprinkler water splashing into my eyes. Oh how I miss being a child.

When I stopped day dreaming, I found myself buried into my mothers arms.

"I forgive you." She said.

I pulled away slowly and looked at her, confused.

It's been 3 years, and this is the first time she has said that. She nodded softly and I walked away. I felt sad, but also complete. She forgave me for a horrible sin, that being ruining her life. I can at least burn alive knowing that much.

Fuck the breaker, I'm just gonna go outside. I need some fresh air. I grab my coat and boots, swing the door open and step outside, slamming it behind me. Just so the universe knows I'm upset. I reach into my coat pocket and take out a cigarette. I bring it to my mouth and as I try to convince my dying lighter to light up one more time, I see something in my peripheral dart. I glance over but see nothing.

Just a rabbit.

I lit my cigarette and chucked my lighter into our dumpster. Could refill it, but I don't really care at this point. I lean against the banister and take a drag. I take out my phone to scroll on Instagram, but then I see it again. But this time it did it in front of me. I stared upwards and glared at the tree that I knew it was behind. Without taking my eyes off the tree, I walk backwards towards the door, open it, and reach for the shotgun just off to the side.

"Mom, stay inside okay?" I yell.

"Is everything okay?" I was surprised to hear her yell back, and it made me smile.

"Yeah... I think. Just stay inside okay?"

"Okay, be safe!" She said.

Forgetting my slight fear at what was behind the tree, I was smiling. I was happy that even though the world was gonna end, my world has been tied up in a nice little bow. Even if I don't forgive myself, at least someone does, and maybe God does too. These feelings dart away as fast as they came when I remembered what caused me to tell her that.

I grasp the shotgun, and shut the door behind me. It still hasn't moved. I slowly walk forward, but stop about 10 feet away.

"Show yourself!" I yell, and steady my shotgun.

I hear the snow crunch behind the tree as whatever it is shifts around. But before I can say anything, it darts behind another tree, this one only about 5 feet away. The fear that now took over my body is almost indescribable. I didn't even see what it was, but just the thought of anything being that fast scared me.

I started to retreat slowly back towards my trailer. I noticed that the night sky was now turning to day. It was only 3 am, and the sun wasn't in the sky. I started trembling and right as I glanced upwards, I heard snow crunch, and then a warm sensation started to drip down. I felt like I was peeing my pants, but when I glanced down to my stomach, all I see is a giant claw mark, gushing blood. I fall to my knees. I fumble for my phone and manage to dial 911 before tumbling down into the snow.

I couldn't hear what the lady on the phone was saying, was it even English? The snow around me became soft and pillowy, it had never felt so comfortable. My thoughts, as well as my vision, became muddled. Yet, there was still a noticeable voice in the back of my mind. Slightly muffled by the sirens in my head lulling me to a final slumber, but it was still there, screaming at me to help my mother. It would come for her next. I knew that, yet... all I wanted to do was sleep.

But I couldn't.

We were all gonna fucking die anyways, but I'll be damned if I let my mother or myself die to this fucking creature from space. As I crawled vigorously to the steps, I noticed the snow around me was beginning to melt slowly, grass starting to peek out of the snow. I glanced up to the sky turning to a dark orange colour. I gritted my teeth and stood up, my body was failing, but I can't let it. I went up the stairs, one hardly fought step at a time. Each step creaked intensely under my weight. My legs shook unsteadily and felt like they were ready to give out at any second. I tried to yell for my mother, but nothing came out other than blood and air. I slammed open the door, and stumbled towards her bedroom.

Navigating the trash piles now was harder than ever. My blood was pooling on the slippery plastic bags, causing me to slip and faceplant into the mess. I try and use my strength to stand back up, but my legs buckle and slip out from under me again. So, I drag myself across the garbage. I can feel it as something sharp in one of the bags snags on my open wound slowly tearing it open more and more as I drag myself across it. I wince in pain but refuse to look back. I'm scared of what I might see.

The pain is getting unbearable, but I must keep going. It's not until I reach my mothers door that I give into the temptation look back and realize that my intestines are dragging behind me. The sight freaks me out, but I got to hold on. Inside the trailer it's boiling, and the trash is cooking, the smell makes me vomit on the floor. The heat is making me sweat, and I can feel blisters forming on my body.

I feel myself slip out of consciousness, and I awake to find myself in a car. It's blurry, but I can tell what this is. I'm driving, it's night, and I'm speeding down the highway. I can faintly hear my mother in the passenger side beg me to slow down and pull over. I try to listen but my body has other plans. I look over and try to beg my mother to stop me in anyway possible, but no words came out. I am a prisoner in my own mind.

I hear a window smash, and I jolt back awake. I desperately reach up to the handle and open her door. I can only watch as my mom flails her arms, and I can hear her begging me for help. She tries to punch the thing as it drags her out of the window, the broken glass that was left slices her throat open as she is dragged away. I start to sob, but the tears don't come. I slouch back down into the garbage and lay on my back.

I crawled all the way here for jack shit. The little bow that my world was wrapped in has become undone, and has burned to a crisp. In my last attempt to spare myself from cooking, I use all of my strength to heave the shotgun underneath my chin. I pull the trigger but hear a click. I forgot to put a shell in, and they're all the way back at the front door.

I manage to actually let out some tears, as I drop the shotgun while my eyes start to close. The heat is starting to cook my skin, and I can see it char. When my eyes fully close, I can feel long and boney fingers wrap around my leg.

I can feel it.

The summer sun on my skin, and the sprinkler water in my eyes.

I know I said I came to peace with it, but I'm terrified.

more to come from this universe. PT.2 coming soon.

Hello Creeps! I bring this to you as a show of my gratitude towards how much love the original story got! I think it will come as no surprise to you that I ended up cutting a bit of content from the final post, mainly because I didn't think that it fit very well. But now that the competition is over, I figured why not release the original thing? So here you go, raw and uncut, with some slight changes and fixes. I hope you guys enjoy!

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That's what they call them.

"The Sun Swellers".

Sounds pretty badass for some creature that's the result of earth roasting like a rotisserie chicken. I personally would have given them a more fearful name, just so we're constantly reminded of what's happening. Not that I could list you any, I'm not a very creative person.

Nobody can really do anything about it. We aren't capable of producing a ship strong enough to withhold being that close to the surface of the sun. Humanity doesn't like the idea of being helpless and actually vulnerable, so they keep trying anyways. I don't see a point in trying anymore, go home, hug your wife and kids while you still can.

We aren't even sure what these fuckers on the sun look like, just that they are MASSIVE. I imagine giant leeches or maybe even starfishes that suction onto the side of the sun we can't see, and move to the other side when it's about to show itself to Earth. They don't want to be seen, which creeps me out even more.

It's been about a week or two since we found out about these things, and we found them by "listening" to the sun. I won't bore you with the details, considering I don't know them much myself, but basically the sun sounded different compared to how it used too. And they did some math and concluded that there must be giant lumps of something hiding on the surface.

We don't know if they're feeding, giving to the sun, or even mating on the sun. But we know that they are responsible for the sun swelling. Thinking about this is stressing me out all over again. My thoughts are scattered, and I need a drink to calm my nerves. I've been sober for about 3 years, I'm not very responsible when I drink. But hey, everyone is gonna die anyways, so might as well drink up. I walk over to my fridge, navigating through the mounds of garbage that line my trailer. The smell is sickening, and my nose is begging for mercy.

Once I wiggle my way through, I grab a beer from the fridge and sit at the kitchen table.

This shit is fucking embarrassing.

I thought, sipping on my beer. It tastes like bitter memories, ones better left forgotten. It's not my garbage lining the hallways, It's my mothers. She got into a pretty gnarly accident a couple years ago, paralyzed her, got into a coma, woke up, and ever since she came home she's turned into some sort of hoarder. We still love each other, though our relationship is a bit testy at times. When I try to take out the trash, she yells at me. Now I know she can't really do much to stop me from taking it out, but it seems to send her into a real fit.

I can't leave her, she won't last on her own. I love her so much, but it destroys me to see her like this. I stand up and walk outside onto our porch. The cold winter air fills my lungs and it has never felt so good. I stare up to the night sky and study the other stars, wondering if they also suffer from the same problem.

The last winter, huh?

I took another sip of my beer. The scientists estimated that the sun would grow large enough to cook the earth in about 2 days.

And that estimate might be wrong. I got no job, but I do consider myself smart. By my math, we have less than 2 days. We might only have a day, possibly even hours. The rate of the sun's expansion is rising so fast, that it's impossible to actually know. I don't blame them for trying to instill some hope in us surviving somehow. But I've come to peace with the truth.

I worm my way back to my couch, I move a garbage bag out of the way, and sit down. I flicker on the TV, and switch it to the news channel. My blood runs cold. I watch as the news shows hundreds of thousands of tiny black pods descend upon the Earth. Some don't manage to reach, and get caught in an orbit, giving Earth a black ring. Some slam into the moon and cause debris to fly off and scatter into deep space. The obviously panicked news anchor explains that these pods came out from behind the sun, and shot directly towards us.

The bottom strip of my TV displayed this message :

THIS IS NOT A TEST.

UNIDENTIFIED FORIEGN OBJECTS HAVE BEEN REPORTED FALLING FROM THE SKY.

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THE OBJECTS.

PLEASE DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.

PLEASE ARM YOURSELF IF POSSIBLE.

DO NOT LET ANYONE INSIDE YOUR HOME.

The last part creeped me out a bit, do they know something that they aren't telling us? The atmosphere isn't burning the pods up, which twists my stomach even more than it already was. I shift uncomfortably in my seat as the screen switches to the news anchor himself, sweating profusely but swearing that everything is okay. I scoff when he says that, and right as I go to change the channel, the power cuts out.

Great, they hit the powerlines. I get up with a groan and then peek my head down the hallway.

"Are you alright mom?" I yell out.

Silence.

"Mom?" I yell again.

Nothing.

My eyes go wide and I start to scamper over, turning around halfway through to get a flashlight. tumbling over mounds and mounds of trash. Although it's a short distance, I'm out of breath by the time I reach her door. I practically kick the door down and run in worriedly, shining the light in her face.

"What's wrong my boy?" My mom grumbled, setting down her book.

"I was just checkin' to see if you were okay, why didn't you respond?"

"I'm fine, it's just a power outage. You scared? Need momma to hold you?" She giggled, picking up the book again.

I chuckled, "No mom, it's okay."

I walked out of her room, going to check on the breaker next. A giant boom followed by a shockwave that shakes the trailer and sends me flying into the piles of garbage nearly makes me piss myself. I quickly throw the trash off and sprint right back to my moms room opening the door.

"They're just choppin' trees, boy." She didn't bother to look at me.

"That doesn't-"

"You worry too much!" She snapped, slamming down the book and glaring at me.

Chopping trees down when the world is gonna burn in a couple hours? Unlikely.

"God forbid I care about you..." I mumbled, shutting the door and walking away.

"What was that?" She barked.

I turned around and headed back inside her room, ready for an argument. This whole sun situation has put so much strain on my mind, and I don't know why. I feel like somehow I'm responsible for this, and that everyone dying and burning up is my fault. Everything is always my fault somehow.

"I said, GOD FORBID I CARE ABOUT YOU." I leaned down next to her face to say that.

She flailed her arm in front of my face to get me to back up.

"I'm sorry, but I do, and sometimes I feel like-" She cut me off.

"If you cared about me you wouldn't have gotten into that car and made me like this!" She snapped.

I recoiled.

Her face seemed to soften as she just thought about the words that left her mouth.

"I'm sorry kid, I just-"

I put my hand up, tears welling up in my eyes.

It was my fault, so this argument is over.

"I love you, and you will always be my little boy, okay?"

The way she spoke made me feel like I was 5 again. Simpler times. I didn't have to worry about the sun swelling and cooking all of us, and I didn't have to worry about taxes or life in general. I can almost feel the summer sun on my skin and the sprinkler water splashing into my eyes. Oh how I miss being a child.

When I stopped day dreaming, I found myself buried into my mothers arms.

"I forgive you." She said.

I pulled away slowly and looked at her, confused.

It's been 3 years, and this is the first time she has said that. She nodded softly and I walked away. I felt sad, but also complete. She forgave me for a horrible sin, that being ruining her life. I can at least burn alive knowing that much.

Fuck the breaker, I'm just gonna go outside. I need some fresh air. I grab my coat and boots, swing the door open and step outside, slamming it behind me. Just so the universe knows I'm upset. I reach into my coat pocket and take out a cigarette. I bring it to my mouth and as I try to convince my dying lighter to light up one more time, I see something in my peripheral dart. I glance over but see nothing.

Just a rabbit.

I lit my cigarette and chucked my lighter into our dumpster. Could refill it, but I don't really care at this point. I lean against the banister and take a drag. I take out my phone to scroll on Instagram, but then I see it again. But this time it did it in front of me. I stared upwards and glared at the tree that I knew it was behind. Without taking my eyes off the tree, I walk backwards towards the door, open it, and reach for the shotgun just off to the side.

"Mom, stay inside okay?" I yell.

"Is everything okay?" I was surprised to hear her yell back, and it made me smile.

"Yeah... I think. Just stay inside okay?"

"Okay, be safe!" She said.

Forgetting my slight fear at what was behind the tree, I was smiling. I was happy that even though the world was gonna end, my world has been tied up in a nice little bow. Even if I don't forgive myself, at least someone does, and maybe God does too. These feelings dart away as fast as they came when I remembered what caused me to tell her that.

I grasp the shotgun, and shut the door behind me. It still hasn't moved. I slowly walk forward, but stop about 10 feet away.

"Show yourself!" I yell, and steady my shotgun.

I hear the snow crunch behind the tree as whatever it is shifts around. But before I can say anything, it darts behind another tree, this one only about 5 feet away. The fear that now took over my body is almost indescribable. I didn't even see what it was, but just the thought of anything being that fast scared me.

I started to retreat slowly back towards my trailer. I noticed that the night sky was now turning to day. It was only 3 am, and the sun wasn't in the sky. I started trembling and right as I glanced upwards, I heard snow crunch, and then a warm sensation started to drip down. I felt like I was peeing my pants, but when I glanced down to my stomach, all I see is a giant claw mark, gushing blood. I fall to my knees. I fumble for my phone and manage to dial 911 before tumbling down into the snow.

I couldn't hear what the lady on the phone was saying, was it even English? The snow around me became soft and pillowy, it had never felt so comfortable. My thoughts, as well as my vision, became muddled. Yet, there was still a noticeable voice in the back of my mind. Slightly muffled by the sirens in my head lulling me to a final slumber, but it was still there, screaming at me to help my mother. It would come for her next. I knew that, yet... all I wanted to do was sleep.

But I couldn't.

We were all gonna fucking die anyways, but I'll be damned if I let my mother or myself die to this fucking creature from space. As I crawled vigorously to the steps, I noticed the snow around me was beginning to melt slowly, grass starting to peek out of the snow. I glanced up to the sky turning to a dark orange colour. I gritted my teeth and stood up, my body was failing, but I can't let it. I went up the stairs, one hardly fought step at a time. Each step creaked intensely under my weight. My legs shook unsteadily and felt like they were ready to give out at any second. I tried to yell for my mother, but nothing came out other than blood and air. I slammed open the door, and stumbled towards her bedroom.

Navigating the trash piles now was harder than ever. My blood was pooling on the slippery plastic bags, causing me to slip and faceplant into the mess. I try and use my strength to stand back up, but my legs buckle and slip out from under me again. So, I drag myself across the garbage. I can feel it as something sharp in one of the bags snags on my open wound slowly tearing it open more and more as I drag myself across it. I wince in pain but refuse to look back. I'm scared of what I might see.

The pain is getting unbearable, but I must keep going. It's not until I reach my mothers door that I give into the temptation look back and realize that my intestines are dragging behind me. The sight freaks me out, but I got to hold on. Inside the trailer it's boiling, and the trash is cooking, the smell makes me vomit on the floor. The heat is making me sweat, and I can feel blisters forming on my body.

I feel myself slip out of consciousness, and I awake to find myself in a car. It's blurry, but I can tell what this is. I'm driving, it's night, and I'm speeding down the highway. I can faintly hear my mother in the passenger side beg me to slow down and pull over. I try to listen but my body has other plans. I look over and try to beg my mother to stop me in anyway possible, but no words came out. I am a prisoner in my own mind.

I hear a window smash, and I jolt back awake. I desperately reach up to the handle and open her door. I can only watch as my mom flails her arms, and I can hear her begging me for help. She tries to punch the thing as it drags her out of the window, the broken glass that was left slices her throat open as she is dragged away. I start to sob, but the tears don't come. I slouch back down into the garbage and lay on my back.

I crawled all the way here for jack shit. The little bow that my world was wrapped in has become undone, and has burned to a crisp. In my last attempt to spare myself from cooking, I use all of my strength to heave the shotgun underneath my chin. I pull the trigger but hear a click. I forgot to put a shell in, and they're all the way back at the front door.

I manage to actually let out some tears, as I drop the shotgun while my eyes start to close. The heat is starting to cook my skin, and I can see it char. When my eyes fully close, I can feel long and boney fingers wrap around my leg.

I can feel it.

The summer sun on my skin, and the sprinkler water in my eyes.

I know I said I came to peace with it, but I'm terrified.

more to come from this universe. PT.2 coming soon.

What up Creeps! While I'm working on a remake of Sun Swellers, I thought I would post a story that was previously exclusive to AnxietyPilled here! I wrote it for a competition, and to be honest I don't really even like the story, but maybe you guys will! I hope you enjoy!

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"You gotta do it man! I dared you!" Chester said, about ready to jump out of his seat.

"Why? It's just gonna be a waste of gas." I rolled my eyes.

"Hugh," He said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Are you scared?"

"No."

"Then do it!" He said, handing me a camcorder.

"What do you want me to do with this?" I said, flipping open the screen.

"Record what you can so I can see what happens!"

"If I do this, you have to shut up for a week!" I snapped.

He thought about it, but then nodded eagerly.

I stood up and walked out the front door. It was night. I doubt this stupid fucking street is actually haunted, and instead I'll die by sleeping behind the wheel. I got into my car and slammed the door behind me, and threw the camcorder in the back seat. The car came to life, and I got going.

This dare is fuckin' stupid. I thought. Chester has always been into the supernatural, while I've always been a skeptic. Back in the day, when me and Chester were in kindergarten, we used to have this childish saying that Holmes Street has always been haunted, and that every car that has gone down has never returned. In all reality, It's just some old ass gravel dirt road 30 minutes from any civilization.

Of course that's scary to kids, and Chester apparently. As I was about to leave town, I heard banging from what sounded like the trunk. My heart started to pound slightly as I ignored it and thought it was something else. Then, it kept banging. I pulled over and got my handgun from the glovebox. I was sure it was just a racoon, or some other animal that somehow wormed itself in there, but just to be sure.

As I got out and walked over to the trunk, time slowed. I pulled out my keys to the trunk and unlocked it, and it slowly opened. I heard shuffling, and all I saw was the silhouette of a man. That's all it took for me to fire one round into the shadowy skull. I immediately threw up after doing so, not because of blood, but because I just killed someone.

Even if the dude was going to possibly kill me, it still knotted my stomach to know I just killed someone. As I started to walk back to the car, I pulled up my phone and started to dial 911. But before I did, I shined my light into the trunk. Chester was lying there, bullet hole right in-between his eyes. I didn't even know what to do. Tears started to well in my eyes and I felt like vomiting again.

Then I was overcome with anger.

"FUCK!" I yelled, and slammed the side of my car.

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE IN THERE YOU STUPID BASTARD!?" I yelled at a corpse.

I paced back and forth. I can't go to jail. I knew that much. I decided my only option was to stuff Chester back in and bury him out by Holmes Street. Seems like a jump, especially for someone who was my childhood best friend. But it felt... right. In the moment, I felt like I had it all figured out, and I composed myself.

It's where he would probably want to be anyways, right? I calmed myself down and got back into the car, and started driving. The whole way there tears free flowed down my face. But I relaxed momentarily as I pulled down Holmes Street. My stomach contorted as I heard a bang come from the trunk.

I pulled over instantly, and almost slipped out when my feet hit the gravel. I ran over to the trunk, and I thought Chester might have actually lived. I know I shot him right in-between the eyes, but I felt so certain that he might be okay. When I opened the trunk, nothing was there. No Chester, and no blood from Chester. I started to walk backwards when I bumped into something. A dead end sign. What? I just came from that way, but now all I see behind that sign is a giant open field with no dirt road. I nearly jumped when my phone rang.

It was Chester. I hurriedly picked up.

"Chester? Is that you man?" I said, panicked.

"Yeah? What's wrong with you, Hugh?"

"You're alive?"

He chuckled. "As far as I know!"

"How did you get out of my trunk?" I asked, it was a stupid question.

"I was never in your trunk, Hugh."

"Y-Yes you were! I s-shot you!"

"Hugh, is that road getting too you? You can bac-"

My phone died. I started to see multiple figures bolt throughout the field, so I dashed back into my car and locked the doors. I was shaking with fear. I suddenly remembered the camcorder I threw, and suddenly turned around to try and grab it. While my arms were flailing in the dark, I swear I saw something else run across the road. It was humanoid like, but that's all I could make out.

I finally grasped the camcorder and fumbled with it while trying to record. As soon as I turned on the camcorder, my car shut off, and refused to start again. I flipped the camcorder upon myself.

"C-Chester, I don't know what you've gotten me into man, but this shit is freaking me the FUCK OUT!" I glanced out my windows, but the darkness of night refused to reveal anything.

"All of my shit is dead, and there's something out here man!" I flinched as I heard footsteps run by and then leave, impossibly quick.

My words were lost in my throat as my window was smashed by something I couldn't see, I dropped the camcorder and as I heard the thing circle back to grab me out of my car, I realized.

That dead end sign wasn't referring to the road.

Whaddup Creeps, back at it again with THE GLAZE. Reminder that I won't be here next week so please go around and share the love where you can! And to any people out there that listen to "The Strokes", have you guys listened to the new album? It's pretty good! Anywho, I'm getting side tracked, so lets move onto this weeks glazed!

r/.nosleep mod has A.I.D.S. by u/ArtistMany9292

killyourself. com by u/sullyscripts366

Home by u/No-Mouse937

I've Been Driving for Hours. I want to go home. by u/creepycreature07

Cold Storage by u/Zealousideal_Cap5126 (My favorite July submission so far!)

I’ve been watching the woman in the apartment across from me for a year. by u/hullokitten

Thats all of the stories I will glaze this week, and now we gotta move onto the glazed of the week!

It is....

u/SydneySapphire !

Not only are they an amazing and talented writer, but they help support the community in every way possible! Keep it up!

Thats all this time Creeps, happy writing!

Go to sleep,
can you?
Can you sleep,
without making a peep?
Can you sleep,
knowing that things
go bump in the night?

Can you sleep?
Knowing that you are vulnerable.
Did you lock the door,
or has the intruder entered before?
Someone's inside,
or is that your brain playing tricks on you?

You hear bumping, crashing, and rustling.
Or do you?
Maybe it's your imagination,
playing a bad joke.
But maybe it's real,
because someone just spoke.

A voice unfamiliar,
never heard before.
Panic fills your body,
and you peek out your door.

Nothing is there, so you step outside,
your feet touch the cold hard floor,
and you check the front door.

Locked, like normal, but can you be so sure?
How do you know,
they aren't waiting for you to sleep?
So they can get you,
and you won't make a peep.

You creep back into bed, and lay down,
you cover up, and listen for sounds.
You hear someone behind you, and as you turn around,
the intruder is there, and you have been found.