Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26444401-20170422044558

On February 3rd, my husband and I found all of my make-up and other various beauty supply things smeared all over the bathroom walls. My husband knew I slept walked, but he couldn’t bring himself to think I would do that.



On June 6th, my husband and I found all of our clothes torn to shreds by my craft scissors. Again, he knew I slept walked but couldn’t bring himself to believe I would ever do such a thing. My father-in-law thought differently. He saw it as a way for his son to pay attention to me. My husband didn’t believe him and called the cops, they found no evidence that someone had broken in. Still, I quivered all over with fright.



My father in law then advised me to seek help for stress and anxiety problems. Instead of taking me to get help at the state hospital, the one that stands on the hill outside of town, whose backdrop is a constant gray and sodden sky, we got a set-up a lot like that one from the Paranormal Activity movie. A lot of nothing until…



On September 9th, at 11 at night, the back door opened. It looked to be like a Coyote standing on its hind legs, but it was six feet or so tall! It watched my husband and myself sleep for hours on end. Then, it moved to the camera and put the damn thing in its mouth! I wish I could show you the video, really! Otherwise, y’all would think I’m the most outrageous sort of fake! Anyway, it exited through the back door and under our house.



The footage shows the thing feasting on a dozen carcasses, ranging from rat to dog to even a deer and bob cat. When it was finished, it brought back the camera. We’re not sure that it left the property or if it still comes back. We have moved. Out of state. Fuck that thing. Hard.  