Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28072204-20160328193555

Hi, My name is Monty, or Montgomery as my friends always called me, or used to call me at least. I'm 22 years old now. Now you're probably wondering why I would want your time, well I've always had a rather strange fear of someone being hidden under something, like a bed, or a couch. Something that always got me creped out was bathrooms. Why? Well, you're just so... defence less if you get attacked, or something, and why would I mention this you may ask? Another fear I've always had is that something, or someone would be in the pipes. I know it's silly. But there was nothing that could prove me wrong either. I was scared that, uh, someone would come out of the toilet or the drain in my shower, but before you think "Man what a pussy!" and yeah that's true. But let me tell you why.

When I was younger, about 13 years old, I was being bullied by a lot of people, the popular girls, the jocks even the nerds were slightly above me, why would they bully me? Because all I would try to do is stand up for myself, trying to seem like the though kid or try to fit in to one of the groups at school, but I wasn't good at a lot, so being in a group for being good at something was out of the equation, so I taught that I would be the "creepy loner kid that scared everyone else" But that made me just look dumber. So all hope was lost on making any friends on this school, since everyone knew of "That kid Monty" at this point. Then a new kid started at school, Ashton. A clean slate! He knew nothing about me! This was my chance! We became friends, in fact he was my best friend. But since he was hanging out with me, he became bullied as well. We were the only ones with similar interests, so naturally we became friends. We both taught that we were stronger in numbers! Aha! We'll show those bullies! Together forever!

We were starting to get cocky, so cocky that we were trying to bully the bullies, but of course this didn't work. And the bullying doubled, or maybe even tripled.

We were friends for a long time, people were beginning to think that we were gay, but we shook it off. Ashton would always draw, always, whenever he had the chance. And of course the bullies made fun of the few things he was better at, like drawing. Ashton was also suffering from autism and usually had fits of anger towards our "tormentors". So he gained the nickname "Angry Ashton".

Something that was very precious to Ashton was his drawing and his friends. AKA: Me. The bullies would usually try to piss him of by fucking with his drawings, but they never got their hands on his drawings.

But one day, Ashton got more comfortable with the bullies, anything they said was cliché to him. So he just learned to ignore them. So the bullies got more desperate, physical violence, leaving messages on our desks. But Ashton didn't seems a bit bothered by it. I asked how the hell he was so calm about it? And then he showed me why, a small pen knife that he had in his pocket, "If they ever try anything, I'll leave a mark they'll never forget" But I thought he wasn't, he couldn't have been. Then they started breaking into our lockers, stealing money, or anything else and getting their hands on Ashton's drawing, which were very personal to him.

And then they tried taking them directly from him, while he was drawing, and they did get his drawing while it was right in front of him, they dangled the piece of paper in front of him, until they got bored with him and just tore his hard work into shreds. This pissed him off, if he got mad over small things then you may understand how he reacted to this.

He grabbed him and pushed him towards the wall, grabbed the knife from his pocket and pointed it at his throat. Some of the bully's friends came to the rescue and restrained him, Ashton made some kind of war growl while he was kicking and wiggling out of their grip. I rushed after them, but they were much more athletically superior to me, many of his friends quickly joined in on the "big event" that was going on, they ran to the soccer field at the school, and I ran and I ran and I ran. But I just couldn't, it was physically impossible for me to catch up to them. When I arrived at the field, I saw Ashton on the ground while they had him pinned to the ground and I heard Ashton scream out in pain, they stabbed him! The fuckers actually stabbed him! They backed up from Ashton, which had been cut, deep, was bleeding in the grass. "Oh no, were going to jail said" said one of them. "Why would you stab him" Another said. I rushed up to them, all in shock. I told them that I was going to call the police. They plead to me that I wouldn't tell the police. What the fuck were they thinking? That I wouldn't call the police on the people that stabbed my best friend? "It was an accident!, please don't" they said. I looked at them with a look of complete spite. And left towards the school to tell the teachers. I think they realized that they couldn't persuade me, and they knocked me out, when I was blacking out I could hear them saying "We need to hide the body" and them scrambling around for a bit until I heard them say, "over here! In the manhole". And then I blacked out.

I awoke in the teachers lounge, on a couch, with a ice pack on the back of my head. Next to me was my geography teacher, Mr.Li. He was rather cool, for a teacher. When I sat up Mr.Li asked me how I was feeling, He said that I was found me unconscious in the soccer field. I quickly remembered what recently happened on the soccer field. "Where's Ashton!?" I yelled. He told me that the kids that found me said that Ashton had gone home. I knew it was those Son of a bitch lying fucks! I told him al about what happened. And he just looked at me with a questioning look. "Monty, this doesn't make sense, I don't think that they would kill him. I mean come on Monty, I can call to his house right now, would that make you feel better" I displayed a puzzled expression, yeah, maybe they didn't kill him, that sounds crazy! I laid back down in the couch, and waited for Mr.Li to tell me that Ashton was home, safe and sound. A short moment passed and someone picked up the phone one the other end, Mr.Li asked if Ashton was at home. His tone then got a bit panicked or uneasy. He hung up on the phone and turned to me and said that Ashton wasn't home. So he was probably skipping school, whatever he does that sometimes so he'll be back tomorrow. Right?

Next day at school, he was no where to be found, maybe he was sick or something?

3 Weeks later, okay something is definitely wrong here. I've tried calling him but he won't answer. I haven't heard anything else from him that point on.

When we knew that Ashton was missing, my suspicion went directly to the bullies, I mean, I did see them on the field with Ashton, It must've been true, what I saw.

I confronted them and said that if they confess now, they might get a shorter juvie sentence. They looked at me and said that I better not say anything or they'd fucking kill me. Then it was confirmed. They killed him. I called the police and they found evidence to the crime, like the knife that they used on Ashton, with small undetected molecules of Ashton's blood and a bully's fingerprints. I told them that there was something about a manhole and they searched the sewers for weeks, but Ashton was never found. But it was nice to have the murderers of Ashton apprehended.

After I had finished school and Business school. I had met a lovely woman, Laura. Which had recently finished art school. And we moved in together.

When we moved into our own apartment, we bought a cat as well. We lived a very good life. Laura made paintings which I would later sell. We had a good amount of money, and more importantly, we loved each other.

But then something happened, someone happened. One day when Laura was taking a shower, she saw the grate in the shower twist and turn in what seemed like attempts to open it. Laura got freaked out and immediately got out of the shower. Laura told me all about it. I told her that it was probably nothing. But she insisted that there was something down there! I told her to calm down! She got mad at me for being so ignorant. And in hindsight I could've probably acted differently.

That same night she slept on the couch, still mad at me. I'd try to fix things up tomorrow. The next day we had a little talk and we agreed that I would shower with her next time. Well I had no problem with that, haha.

A few hours later the police was at the door, they told me that my next door neighbour had been murdered.

Just the thought of that someone killed the person that lives RIGHT NEXT TO ME sent chills down my spine. The police officer said that there were footprints that looked like mud but was later proven to be faeces, and asked if I would know anything about that. He also informed me that three homeless men had been brutally murdered. That's insane! Right? I couldn't help but to think that whatever was going on with the grate yesterday had something to do with it, I don't know why I just did. Laura wanted to move, the fact that our neighbour could've been us would scare anyone. And I agreed.

That night, I went into the closet to pack everything in there into boxes. Laura was packing her things and just calming down after this string of events.

Until suddenly a loud rushing of water was heard. We both froze, we checked the bathroom and saw something violently push the shower grate, and almost popping it open. We shut the bathroom door, and we heard the grate pop open, and it hitting the ground again. We both ran our separate ways, I don't know why we just didn't stick together, or left the house but we were freaking the fuck out. I shut the closet door with me inside it. The bathroom and the closet were rather far apart so it would make sense that it wouldn't see or hear me. I heard two splats, as if something wet hit the floor followed by a horrible stench that filled the air, it smelt like a corpse and a lifetime in a sewer! I almost threw up... then I heard the splats intensify as if it was chasing something.

I heard it say in a calm, wheezing voice say "Where is he". Laura screamed in horror. It repeated itself. "Where is he!?" I heard Laura say with a quivering voice, "Who are you looking for?!" It said "I'm looking for Monty" My heart started pounding out of my chest. "I don't know!" Laura replied. "Liar, you will not stop me from finding him!"

A-And then I heard, L-Laura scream. Oh god, it still sickens me...

I heard a roar and then the sound of Laura being strangled, I was too scared to move. I always think that I could've stopped it...

Next came the sound of a heavy splat, not like the footsteps, but a heavy splat. And then a liquid hitting the floor. I tried to deny it, but I couldn't... Laura was dead.

I heard my cat hiss, but it seemed to just ignore my cat completely.

Then, I heard a cold, wheezing voice say "Come on Monty! Don't you want a good old reunion?" At this point I was freaking the fuck out I couldn't grieve my girlfriends death any more, I was paralysed in fear. "Come on, don't you remember your old friend? Didn't you miss good ol' Ashton?"

What the fuck, my best friend that had been killed 9 years ago just killed my girlfriend? Impossible! I won't believe that is true!

"I've been waiting for you forever Monty!" I started thinking, could that possibly be Ashton? No, he can't! He's dead!

"You know when I first got stabbed in the soccer field Monty? I survived! Aren't you happy?"

I hid for a good hour or two. And then he said "Well, see you tomorrow, best friend."

And the splats getting quieter. And then just silence, I finally built up the bravery to go out of the closet safe haven.

He left, just like that. I ran over to the living room where I saw Laura run before I hid in the closet.

S-she hid behind the couch. S-she was torn up... oh god... I don't want to think about it. Her phone was on the floor so I grabbed it, and the first thing I saw was that the camera had a new picture.

The picture was of what supposedly was Ashton... He was tall, so tall that he needed to bend down to fit in the hallway, and extremely thin, as thin as a bottle, his ribs were completely gone, no trace of them, his face was missing a nose and had blank eyes, no pupils no nothing. His hair was still there, but it had grown to a gross extent, his hair was very thin, only a few strands was on each part of it. His hands looked like they were made of other fingers, like he built them out of other fingers, his pelvis was shattered, you could see bone poking out through his skin, his genitalia was gone, if that even matters, his feet were twisted, large, broken, he could barely stand on them. He was the perfect size to fit through a small pipe.

Right now, I'm writing this to you whoever is reading this, I live in Australia, Melbourne. If anyone finds me, alive I hope. You will understand this. Please, help me.

UPDATE: Oh god, he's here again. I've locked that door to my bedroom and im typing on my laptop, hes violently banging at my door! "Monty!, Help me! I'm Your best friend! Remember? I'll keep you with me forever!" He's fucking insane! the door is almost broken please god have a spot for me in heaven!

SECOND UPDATE: Something scared him off, I don't know what but he left. Before he left I said "Were not friends any more you freak!" I think that made him upset.

And yes that did make him upset. If Monty wouldn't be my friend then he deserves to die, just like those hobos. I am Ashton. I killed Monty. I'm wearing his jaw like a necklace. And if you're unfortunate to be one of his friends. You're dead. 