Visiting soon for the fringe festival. Will be there for two weeks. How’s everyone like toward the LGBT+ or is there anything that we should look out for? Thank you
Throughout the neighborhood, there was a strange man who wandered the streets late every night. He always carried a baseball with him and spoke loudly to himself for hours as he paced the empty roads at one in the morning.
His voice echoed between the silent houses, making it sound as though he were standing just outside every window he passed.
Jessica and Emma were newlyweds who had moved into the neighborhood not long ago, so they were startled when they heard him on their very first night. Jessica, especially, couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling his voice gave her. It reminded her of something she had experienced as a child, men lingering outside her bedroom door in the middle of the night.
At first, they assumed he was simply a troubled man who couldn’t sleep and had decided to walk around the neighborhood. Jessica couldn’t help thinking how creepy he is, especially with how loudly he talked to himself. She never able to shake the feeling of uneasy every time his voice seemed to grow closer to their house
Still, they tried to ignore him and eventually managed to fall asleep.
The next few nights were eerily quiet. The only sounds they could hear were distant cars passing along the highway and the gentle rustling of trees swaying in the wind.
On the fourth night, as they were getting ready for bed, they heard the man again.
This time, they shut the windows and tried to ignore him.
He wandered around the block, speaking as loudly as he could. Some might have mistaken it for screaming. He spoke in a language neither Jessica nor Emma recognized. His voice was deep and heavy, each word drifting through the darkness like a desperate plea but yet sometimes he’s laugh and talk as if he’s deeply in love with the other person on the other line.
His dragging footsteps scraped against the pavement as he circled the neighborhood again and again, never seeming to stop.
Scrape… scrape… scrape…
Jessica and Emma were both introverted by nature, so they agreed not to confront him or ask him to be quiet. Instead, they pulled the blankets closer and did their best to fall asleep, even as his voice continued drifting through the darkness outside.
The following morning, they decided to ask their next-door neighbor why the unsettling man kept circling the neighborhood in the middle of the night.
Their neighbor explained that he was the brother of a man who lived a few blocks away. She also mentioned that he wasn’t quite right in the head anymore, but insisted he was harmless, a weak attempt to reassure the new couple that just moved across from her.
“He only started wandering the neighborhood a few years ago,” she said.
She went on to explain that the man hadn’t always been like this. Not long ago, he had been completely normal.
Then his wife and children were killed in a terrible car accident.
Apparently, he had been speaking to his wife on the phone moments before the crash. They had been excitedly planning a family vacation for their children, a trip they had spent years saving for.
“Tragic” the neighbor murmured before hurrying back inside to rescue an apple pie that was moments away from burning.
Jessica looked at Emma, her heart aching for the man.
They had recently begun talking about starting a family themselves, and they couldn’t imagine losing everything in a single moment.
Something like that could happen to anyone
A few years passed, and Jessica and Emma had grown to love their new home. But nothing compared to the joy of the two-year-old girl they had adopted the year before. She had become the center of their world.
Life finally felt complete.
The strange man no longer frightened them. In fact, after seeing him wander the neighborhood for years without harming anyone, they had almost stopped noticing him altogether. He had simply become another part of the neighborhood, like the old oak trees that lined the sidewalks or the porch lights that flickered on each evening.
Everything was exactly as they had imagined when they first moved into the house.
Emma’s job, however, had become increasingly demanding. She was frequently has to travel out of state, sometimes for several days at a time. Sometimes week. The long hours exhausted her, but she always reminded herself that she was doing it for their family.
Jessica never liked it when Emma was away.
In the beginning, the house had felt unbearably empty whenever Emma traveled. Jessica would pass the time by meeting friends for coffee or chatting with the neighbors.
Now things were different.
Their daughter filled every quiet moment with laughter, tiny footsteps, and endless curiosity. Jessica still waiting for Emma every time but it’s less as lonely as it once was
That evening, after giving their daughter a bath and reading her favorite bedtime story, Jessica tucked her into bed. Within minutes, the little girl was fast asleep.
She gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from her daughter’s face before settling into bed beside her.
Outside, the neighborhood had disappeared beneath a blanket of thick fog and a heat of a dry summer
The digital clock on the nightstand read 10:30pm
The silence felt unusually heavy.
Jessica lay there for a while, watching her daughter sleep. She couldn’t help smiling. Moments like these reminded her how lucky they were.
Gradually, her eyelids grew heavy.
Then…
Scrape…
Scrape…
Scrape…
Jessica’s eyes flew open.
She stared at the ceiling.
The sound came again.
Scrape… scrape… scrape…
“Not him again…” she thought.
The dragging footsteps echoed through the silent street, accompanied by the man’s familiar voice speaking loudly into the darkness.
From the sound of it, he was still several houses away.
Jessica closed her eyes and tried to ignore him.
Then an uneasy thought crept into her mind.
She had forgotten to close the bedroom windows.
“Maybe I should get up before he gets any closer,” she thought. “I don’t want him waking the baby.” She also thought”what would happen if he’s snuck inside through the window while I’m asleep”
Before she could move…
The footsteps stopped.
So did the man’s voice.
The neighborhood fell completely silent.
Jessica waited.
A small wave of relief washed over her.
“Maybe he finally went home,” she thought.
For several minutes, nothing happened.
Lying in the darkness, she found herself thinking about the man and everything the neighbor had told them years ago.
She imagined how unbearable it must have been to lose his wife and children so suddenly.
She hoped that, wherever life had taken him, he would someday find peace.
Then…
Scrape.
Jessica’s eyes wide open again.
The footsteps had returned.
But something was different.
They weren’t slow anymore.
They were moving faster.
Much faster.
Scrape… scrape… scrape… scrape…
Jessica’s heart began to pound.
The sound was coming straight toward the house.
Jessica carefully lifted her daughter’s head from her arm and slipped out of bed as quietly as she could.
The footsteps kept coming.
Scrape… scrape… scrape…
Slower now.
Closer.
She crept toward the bedroom window and gently pulled one corner of the blinds aside.
Outside, the neighborhood was filled by fog.
Every house was dark. Only a handful of houses have their porch lights on
She couldn’t see the man.
Yet she could still hear him.
Scrape…
Scrape…
His footsteps echoed somewhere nearby, but the fog has made it hard for her to see.
A chill crawled up Jessica’s spine.
Something didn’t feel right tonight.
She crossed the room and peeked through the second window.
Nothing.
Only trees swaying in the wind, their branches bending like dark silhouettes against the night sky.
The fog was so thick she could barely see across the street.
Trying to calm herself, Jessica shut both windows and closed the blinds.
The footsteps stopped.
Silence.
She returned to bed beside her daughter, but sleep refused to come.
Her heart still pounded against her ribs.
She couldn’t explain why.
The man had walked these streets for years.
He had never hurt anyone.
So why did tonight feel different?
She wished Emma were home.
Emma always made the house feel safe.
Jessica lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.
Minutes passed.
Then…
tap…tap
Jessica froze.
Her eyes darted toward the window. She could have sworn that the tapping sound is from the window
Maybe she had imagined it.
tap…tap
The sound came again.
Someone was outside.
Someone was tapping on the bedroom window.
She didn’t breathe.
She didn’t blink.
She couldn’t move
Slowly, she reached across the bed, feeling for her phone.
Nothing.
Her fingers searched across the mattress until they brushed the edge of the nightstand.
There.
She grabbed the phone.
Emma.
Jessica pressed call
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
No answer.
Her stomach tightened.
Then
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
The tapping exploded against the glass.
Faster.
Harder.
More desperate.
Jessica nearly screamed.
Her daughter stirred awake.
A second later, the daughter burst into tears.
Jessica scooped her into her arms and held her tightly.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, though she didn’t believe her own words.
She called Emma again.
Straight to voicemail.
The tapping continued.
tap…tap..tap…tap……tap
Jessica’s breathing became shallow.
She had to do something.
For one terrifying moment, she considered running to the front door with her daughter.
Then she stopped.
If someone broke through the front entrance…
Her daughter would be right beside her.
The bedroom suddenly felt safer.
The windows were thick.
The doors were locked.
She gently laid her daughter back on the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispered.
The little girl continued crying.
Jessica picked up her phone and quietly stepped into the hallway.
Every step toward the front door made her heart beat harder.
She tightened her grip on the phone, ready to dial 911!
Fear still gripped her.
But something stronger had begun to take its place.
Determination and a sense of protection
She would protect her daughter.
No matter what waited outside.
Jessica reached the front door.
She looked through the narrow pane of glass beside it.
There he was.
The wandering man.
He stood silently on the porch
He wasn’t shouting anymore.
He was simply staring into the house.
Jessica kept the door locked.
“What can I help you with?” Jessica asked the man
The man slowly turned toward her.
His tired eyes met hers through the glass.
His lips moved.
Jessica couldn’t hear him.
“What?” she asked. “I can’t hear you.”
He stepped closer.
“I…” he stuttered.
“I… I…”
He looked terrified.
“There…” he whispered.
“There, there was a woman…”
Jessica frowned.
“A woman?”
He nodded frantically.
“There was a woman standing outside your bedroom window.”
Confused and tired, she keep waiting for him to talk
“She kept looking inside…” he continued. “She kept tapping on the glass.”
“ She was wearing… a brown dress.”
He pointed toward the side of the house.
“I think she’s still there.”
Jessica stared at him.
“A woman?” she repeated.
The man nodded his head.
“She kept looking through your bedroom window,” he whispered. “She wouldn’t stop.”
He pointed toward the side of the house.
“She was wearing a brown dress.”
Jessica frowned.
A brown dress.
For some reason, the words unsettled her and then she remember something.
Emma had worn a brown dress during their last facetime before driving to her last business dinner for the trip.
Jessica even remembered teasing Emma and telling her that brown wasn’t her color
But that didn’t make any sense.
Emma was hundreds of miles away.
She had called earlier that evening on her way to an important meeting.
Jessica looked back toward the wandering man.
And He was gone.
The porch was empty.
The street beyond it lay silent beneath the fog. Only the wind drifted through the neighborhood with the noise of the leaves rustling outside of their porch, It was as if he had never been there.
Jessica quickly locked the deadbolt again and hurried back to the bedroom. Her daughter had stopped crying. She lay quietly in bed, staring toward the window.
Jessica’s chest feel heavy and tight.
“Sweetheart?”- she asked
The little girl didn’t answer.
She simply kept staring.
Jessica slowly turned toward the window. Every instinct told her not to look. But still she walked over to it, she reached for the blinds.
With one slow pull
The blinds folded open.
Nothing.
Only thick fog.
An empty yard.
No woman.
No wandering man.
There was no one.
Jessica stood there for a long moment before finally closing the blinds again.
She barely slept for the rest of the night.
The following morning, sunlight poured through the windows as though nothing had happened.
The fog was gone.
Birds were making noise outside.
The neighborhood looked perfectly ordinary.
Jessica convinced herself that exhaustion had gotten the better of her.
She made breakfast for her daughter, got her dressed, and smiled as she talked about taking her to the zoo later that afternoon.
Emma would be home tomorrow.
Everything would be back to normal.
Then Jessica remembered the missed phone calls.
She frowned.
It wasn’t like Emma to ignore her.
Walking into the kitchen, she reached for her phone.
Before she could unlock it…
It rings
An unknown number
“Hello?” -Jessica said
A calm voice spoke from the other end.
“Hello. May I speak with Jessica?”
“This is Jessica.”
There was a brief pause.
“I’m calling from Michigan Emergency Hospital.”
“We’re very sorry to inform you that your partner was involved in a serious traffic accident yesterday evening.”
Jessica’s throat closed up on its own and a sense of dread cloaked over her.
“I’m… I’m sorry?”
The voice hesitated before continuing.
“Despite every effort made by our medical staff… she passed away at 10:00p.m. last night.”
Jessica couldn’t breathe.
Jessica decided to hang up the phone and slowly turned toward the living room. She walked toward the bedroom and started to staring at the bedroom window. The curtains moved ever so softly. As though someone had just stepped away from the glass……
Jimmy had never been a normal child.
Dead birds fascinated him.
So did dead flies.
He could spend hours staring at them, studying them, wondering what they had looked like only moments before they stopped moving.
Jimmy never understood why he enjoyed it so much.
He often wondered what the inside of an animal looked like before it was hidden beneath skin and fur.
If you opened a person up… would they look the same as a rat?
Every day in Jimmy’s house was exactly the same.
His mother never cooked.
She never cleaned.
Most days, she barely seemed to remember that she has a son.
She would disappear for hours without saying a word.
Jimmy never asked where she went.
He only cared that she always came home carrying something that had once been alive.
A bird.
A squirrel.
A rabbit.
She would leave it on the kitchen table without a word, and Jimmy would quietly sit beside it, staring until long after the smell began to fill the room.
Jimmy thought as a slow smile spread across his face, one day he hopes she brings home a person.
Throughout the neighborhood, there was a strange man who wandered the streets late every night. He always carried a baseball with him and spoke loudly to himself for hours as he paced the empty roads at one in the morning.
His voice echoed between the silent houses, making it sound as though he were standing just outside every window he passed.
Jessica and Emma were newlyweds who had moved into the neighborhood not long ago, so they were startled when they heard him on their very first night. Jessica, especially, couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling his voice gave her. It reminded her of something she had experienced as a child, men lingering outside her bedroom door in the middle of the night.
At first, they assumed he was simply a troubled man who couldn’t sleep and had decided to walk around the neighborhood. Jessica couldn’t help thinking how creepy he is, especially with how loudly he talked to himself. She never able to shake the feeling of uneasy every time his voice seemed to grow closer to their house
Still, they tried to ignore him and eventually managed to fall asleep.
The next few nights were eerily quiet. The only sounds they could hear were distant cars passing along the highway and the gentle rustling of trees swaying in the wind.
On the fourth night, as they were getting ready for bed, they heard the man again.
This time, they shut the windows and tried to ignore him.
He wandered around the block, speaking as loudly as he could. Some might have mistaken it for screaming. He spoke in a language neither Jessica nor Emma recognized. His voice was deep and heavy, each word drifting through the darkness like a desperate plea but yet sometimes he’s laugh and talk as if he’s deeply in love with the other person on the other line.
His dragging footsteps scraped against the pavement as he circled the neighborhood again and again, never seeming to stop.
Scrape… scrape… scrape…
Jessica and Emma were both introverted by nature, so they agreed not to confront him or ask him to be quiet. Instead, they pulled the blankets closer and did their best to fall asleep, even as his voice continued drifting through the darkness outside.
The following morning, they decided to ask their next-door neighbor why the unsettling man kept circling the neighborhood in the middle of the night.
Their neighbor explained that he was the brother of a man who lived a few blocks away. She also mentioned that he wasn’t quite right in the head anymore, but insisted he was harmless, a weak attempt to reassure the new couple that just moved across from her.
“He only started wandering the neighborhood a few years ago,” she said.
She went on to explain that the man hadn’t always been like this. Not long ago, he had been completely normal.
Then his wife and children were killed in a terrible car accident.
Apparently, he had been speaking to his wife on the phone moments before the crash. They had been excitedly planning a family vacation for their children, a trip they had spent years saving for.
“Tragic” the neighbor murmured before hurrying back inside to rescue an apple pie that was moments away from burning.
Jessica looked at Emma, her heart aching for the man.
They had recently begun talking about starting a family themselves, and they couldn’t imagine losing everything in a single moment.
Something like that could happen to anyone
A few years passed, and Jessica and Emma had grown to love their new home. But nothing compared to the joy of the two-year-old girl they had adopted the year before. She had become the center of their world.
Life finally felt complete.
The strange man no longer frightened them. In fact, after seeing him wander the neighborhood for years without harming anyone, they had almost stopped noticing him altogether. He had simply become another part of the neighborhood, like the old oak trees that lined the sidewalks or the porch lights that flickered on each evening.
Everything was exactly as they had imagined when they first moved into the house.
Emma’s job, however, had become increasingly demanding. She was frequently has to travel out of state, sometimes for several days at a time. Sometimes week. The long hours exhausted her, but she always reminded herself that she was doing it for their family.
Jessica never liked it when Emma was away.
In the beginning, the house had felt unbearably empty whenever Emma traveled. Jessica would pass the time by meeting friends for coffee or chatting with the neighbors.
Now things were different.
Their daughter filled every quiet moment with laughter, tiny footsteps, and endless curiosity. Jessica still waiting for Emma every time but it’s less as lonely as it once was
That evening, after giving their daughter a bath and reading her favorite bedtime story, Jessica tucked her into bed. Within minutes, the little girl was fast asleep.
She gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from her daughter’s face before settling into bed beside her.
Outside, the neighborhood had disappeared beneath a blanket of thick fog and a heat of a dry summer
The digital clock on the nightstand read 10:30pm
The silence felt unusually heavy.
Jessica lay there for a while, watching her daughter sleep. She couldn’t help smiling. Moments like these reminded her how lucky they were.
Gradually, her eyelids grew heavy.
Then…
Scrape…
Scrape…
Scrape…
Jessica’s eyes flew open.
She stared at the ceiling.
The sound came again.
Scrape… scrape… scrape…
“Not him again…” she thought.
The dragging footsteps echoed through the silent street, accompanied by the man’s familiar voice speaking loudly into the darkness.
From the sound of it, he was still several houses away.
Jessica closed her eyes and tried to ignore him.
Then an uneasy thought crept into her mind.
She had forgotten to close the bedroom windows.
“Maybe I should get up before he gets any closer,” she thought. “I don’t want him waking the baby.” She also thought”what would happen if he’s snuck inside through the window while I’m asleep”
Before she could move…
The footsteps stopped.
So did the man’s voice.
The neighborhood fell completely silent.
Jessica waited.
A small wave of relief washed over her.
“Maybe he finally went home,” she thought.
For several minutes, nothing happened.
Lying in the darkness, she found herself thinking about the man and everything the neighbor had told them years ago.
She imagined how unbearable it must have been to lose his wife and children so suddenly.
She hoped that, wherever life had taken him, he would someday find peace.
Then…
Scrape.
Jessica’s eyes wide open again.
The footsteps had returned.
But something was different.
They weren’t slow anymore.
They were moving faster.
Much faster.
Scrape… scrape… scrape… scrape…
Jessica’s heart began to pound.
The sound was coming straight toward the house.
Jessica carefully lifted her daughter’s head from her arm and slipped out of bed as quietly as she could.
The footsteps kept coming.
Scrape… scrape… scrape…
Slower now.
Closer.
She crept toward the bedroom window and gently pulled one corner of the blinds aside.
Outside, the neighborhood was filled by fog.
Every house was dark. Only a handful of houses have their porch lights on
She couldn’t see the man.
Yet she could still hear him.
Scrape…
Scrape…
His footsteps echoed somewhere nearby, but the fog has made it hard for her to see.
A chill crawled up Jessica’s spine.
Something didn’t feel right tonight.
She crossed the room and peeked through the second window.
Nothing.
Only trees swaying in the wind, their branches bending like dark silhouettes against the night sky.
The fog was so thick she could barely see across the street.
Trying to calm herself, Jessica shut both windows and closed the blinds.
The footsteps stopped.
Silence.
She returned to bed beside her daughter, but sleep refused to come.
Her heart still pounded against her ribs.
She couldn’t explain why.
The man had walked these streets for years.
He had never hurt anyone.
So why did tonight feel different?
She wished Emma were home.
Emma always made the house feel safe.
Jessica lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.
Minutes passed.
Then…
tap…tap
Jessica froze.
Her eyes darted toward the window. She could have sworn that the tapping sound is from the window
Maybe she had imagined it.
tap…tap
The sound came again.
Someone was outside.
Someone was tapping on the bedroom window.
She didn’t breathe.
She didn’t blink.
She couldn’t move
Slowly, she reached across the bed, feeling for her phone.
Nothing.
Her fingers searched across the mattress until they brushed the edge of the nightstand.
There.
She grabbed the phone.
Emma.
Jessica pressed call
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
No answer.
Her stomach tightened.
Then
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
The tapping exploded against the glass.
Faster.
Harder.
More desperate.
Jessica nearly screamed.
Her daughter stirred awake.
A second later, the daughter burst into tears.
Jessica scooped her into her arms and held her tightly.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, though she didn’t believe her own words.
She called Emma again.
Straight to voicemail.
The tapping continued.
tap…tap..tap…tap……tap
Jessica’s breathing became shallow.
She had to do something.
For one terrifying moment, she considered running to the front door with her daughter.
Then she stopped.
If someone broke through the front entrance…
Her daughter would be right beside her.
The bedroom suddenly felt safer.
The windows were thick.
The doors were locked.
She gently laid her daughter back on the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispered.
The little girl continued crying.
Jessica picked up her phone and quietly stepped into the hallway.
Every step toward the front door made her heart beat harder.
She tightened her grip on the phone, ready to dial 911!
Fear still gripped her.
But something stronger had begun to take its place.
Determination and a sense of protection
She would protect her daughter.
No matter what waited outside.
Jessica reached the front door.
She looked through the narrow pane of glass beside it.
There he was.
The wandering man.
He stood silently on the porch
He wasn’t shouting anymore.
He was simply staring into the house.
Jessica kept the door locked.
“What can I help you with?” Jessica asked the man
The man slowly turned toward her.
His tired eyes met hers through the glass.
His lips moved.
Jessica couldn’t hear him.
“What?” she asked. “I can’t hear you.”
He stepped closer.
“I…” he stuttered.
“I… I…”
He looked terrified.
“There…” he whispered.
“There, there was a woman…”
Jessica frowned.
“A woman?”
He nodded frantically.
“There was a woman standing outside your bedroom window.”
Confused and tired, she keep waiting for him to talk
“She kept looking inside…” he continued. “She kept tapping on the glass.”
“ She was wearing… a brown dress.”
He pointed toward the side of the house.
“I think she’s still there.”
Jessica stared at him.
“A woman?” she repeated.
The man nodded his head.
“She kept looking through your bedroom window,” he whispered. “She wouldn’t stop.”
He pointed toward the side of the house.
“She was wearing a brown dress.”
Jessica frowned.
A brown dress.
For some reason, the words unsettled her and then she remember something.
Emma had worn a brown dress during their last facetime before driving to her last business dinner for the trip.
Jessica even remembered teasing Emma and telling her that brown wasn’t her color
But that didn’t make any sense.
Emma was hundreds of miles away.
She had called earlier that evening on her way to an important meeting.
Jessica looked back toward the wandering man.
And He was gone.
The porch was empty.
The street beyond it lay silent beneath the fog. Only the wind drifted through the neighborhood with the noise of the leaves rustling outside of their porch, It was as if he had never been there.
Jessica quickly locked the deadbolt again and hurried back to the bedroom. Her daughter had stopped crying. She lay quietly in bed, staring toward the window.
Jessica’s chest feel heavy and tight.
“Sweetheart?”- she asked
The little girl didn’t answer.
She simply kept staring.
Jessica slowly turned toward the window. Every instinct told her not to look. But still she walked over to it, she reached for the blinds.
With one slow pull
The blinds folded open.
Nothing.
Only thick fog.
An empty yard.
No woman.
No wandering man.
There was no one.
Jessica stood there for a long moment before finally closing the blinds again.
She barely slept for the rest of the night.
The following morning, sunlight poured through the windows as though nothing had happened.
The fog was gone.
Birds were making noise outside.
The neighborhood looked perfectly ordinary.
Jessica convinced herself that exhaustion had gotten the better of her.
She made breakfast for her daughter, got her dressed, and smiled as she talked about taking her to the zoo later that afternoon.
Emma would be home tomorrow.
Everything would be back to normal.
Then Jessica remembered the missed phone calls.
She frowned.
It wasn’t like Emma to ignore her.
Walking into the kitchen, she reached for her phone.
Before she could unlock it…
It rings
An unknown number
“Hello?” -Jessica said
A calm voice spoke from the other end.
“Hello. May I speak with Jessica?”
“This is Jessica.”
There was a brief pause.
“I’m calling from Michigan Emergency Hospital.”
“We’re very sorry to inform you that your partner was involved in a serious traffic accident yesterday evening.”
Jessica’s throat closed up on its own and a sense of dread cloaked over her.
“I’m… I’m sorry?”
The voice hesitated before continuing.
“Despite every effort made by our medical staff… she passed away at 10:00p.m. last night.”
Jessica couldn’t breathe.
Jessica decided to hang up the phone and slowly turned toward the living room. She walked toward the bedroom and started to staring at the bedroom window. The curtains moved ever so softly. As though someone had just stepped away from the glass……
in the shower drain
“You look so lovely.”
Noah froze.
The words seemed to drift up from the shower drain.
He froze and stood perfectly still, listening again
I must’ve misheard, he thought to himself
Shaking it off, he finished towel himself and brushed his teeth and get ready for bed
For whatever reason Noah couldn’t sleep this night, He tossed and turned beneath the blankets, unable to be fully asleep because occasionally he keep heard something faint inside the walls, it was a slow, deliberate scratching, like someone dragging their fingernails through the pipes.
Probably the neighbors fixing something, he told himself.
It was a mere thought that Noah used to comfort himself
After another hour of staring at the ceiling, Noah finally gave up. He climbed out of bed and wandered back to the bathroom to use the toilet
The moment he stepped inside, the whisper returned.
“Here you are… I’ve missed you.”
His entire body went stiff and this time there was no mistaking it.
The voice was coming from the bathtub drain.
A cold knot formed in his stomach.
Despite every instinct telling him to runoff, he found himself taking one slow step after another toward the tub. His breathing became shallow as he knelt beside it.
With trembling hands, he lowered himself into the empty bathtub and pressed one ear against the metal drain.
It was complete silence and he couldn’t hear a single sound.
He let out a nervous chuckle.
You’re exhausted, he thought. You’re hallucinating.
Still…
Curiosity gnawed at him.
He leaned forward and peered into the dark drain.
His face drained white and his mouth was wide open at he see
A bloodshot eye was staring directly back at him.
The eye blinked.
“Hi there.”- the voice said
“You look so lovely.”-
Noah froze.
The words seemed to drift up from the shower drain.
He froze and stood perfectly still, listening again
I must’ve misheard, he thought to himself
Shaking it off, he finished towel himself and brushed his teeth and get ready for bed
For whatever reason Noah couldn’t sleep this night, He tossed and turned beneath the blankets, unable to be fully asleep because occasionally he keep heard something faint inside the walls, it was a slow, deliberate scratching, like someone dragging their fingernails through the pipes.
Probably the neighbors fixing something, he told himself.
It was a mere thought that Noah used to comfort himself
After another hour of staring at the ceiling, Noah finally gave up. He climbed out of bed and wandered back to the bathroom to use the toilet
The moment he stepped inside, the whisper returned.
“Here you are… I’ve missed you.”
His entire body went stiff and this time there was no mistaking it.
The voice was coming from the bathtub drain.
A cold knot formed in his stomach.
Despite every instinct telling him to runoff, he found himself taking one slow step after another toward the tub. His breathing became shallow as he knelt beside it.
With trembling hands, he lowered himself into the empty bathtub and pressed one ear against the metal drain.
It was complete silence and he couldn’t hear a single sound.
He let out a nervous chuckle.
You’re exhausted, he thought. You’re hallucinating.
Still…
Curiosity gnawed at him.
He leaned forward and peered into the dark drain.
His face drained white and his mouth was wide open at he see
A bloodshot eye was staring directly back at him.
The eye blinked.
“Hi there.”- the voice said
Any recommendations would be amazing🧸❤️❤️❤️
Any recommendations would be amazing🧸❤️❤️❤️
So just finished watching it last night and I must say the movie is pretty decent, but something is missing. I’ve spent the whole night thinking about it and I finally figured out what it is, it’s not as explosive like the other two when it come to the whole bloodbath. The movie itself was ok but at some point it got a little silly as far as characters decision making. I think most of the kills is kinda generic but that’s fine given how there’s so many horror movies nowaday that it’s hard to come up with an original ideas. The deaddites is not as scary as the other two movie, I thought evil dead rise was better when it come to the designs. They did brought back a familiar face but I won’t spoil that part, overall I gave it a solid 7 out of ten
A few months back I travelled overseas and I bought this one lip balm, I used it religiously and at first my lips felt fine but after a few days it keep getting drier and drier so I stop, and then a week later my lips got extremely dried and the skin around it started to cracked and become super scale like hard and just flakey everywhere. I look up at the translation and turned out the lip balm was a exfoliation lip balm and I’ve been used it like 20 times a day on my lips😭😭😭 now it’s been like a month and the dryness and everything else still haven’t improved. Seen to a derm and she told me that my barrier is severely compromised so I just gotta stop all actives and use just balm like Vaseline on it. It’s just so dry and super painful, Does anyone have this ever happended to them and how did you get it to be back to normal and how long did it take? Thank you everyone
Like the more I think about what make me so afraid of death the more I’ve realized that the only reason why I’m scare of it is because of my family and friends. I’m scare that death might take them away from me or me away from them. I’m scare that death might be painful for some of my love ones. But if I take family and friends away the equation then death is pretty much just another chapter/end of chapter of our existence. We come and we go. No one can stay alive forever and honestly, life itself is more of a horror show than death given what we see happening around the world
Sorry I’m not from the US so my English is a little eh lol