Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28072204-20160328105937

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 something being underneath 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!" I had a reason to be scared by this.

When I was younger, about 13 years old, I had a friend named Ashton, he was my best friend. Well we were the only ones that were bullied, so naturally we became friends. We both taught Were stronger in numbers! Aha! We'll show those bullies! Together forever!

We were so foolish.

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. Then they started getting their hands on his 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, Ashton made some kind of war growl and rushed at him, trying to hit anything of him. But because of his short stature, the bully quickly grabbed him by the neck. I rushed after him, but he was much athletically superior, many of his friends quickly joined in in the "big event" that was going on, they ran to the bathroom, 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 bathroom, I was met with a horrible scene...

Ashton had been drowned.

Ashton had been drowned in a toilet.

He was just laying there, dead, in the most fucked up way possible. His blood mixing with the water.

I ran up to the bullies, all in shock. I looked at him with a look someone would give you if they were putting a curse on you. And better not fucking forget that look. My eyes started tearing up, as I dropped to my knees and looked at the others. I screamed a scream of absolute rage "How the fuck could you do this, you sick fucks!" They looked back at me. Those fucking ass holes had the decency to say "Well at least now we only have one faggot." I looked back at them with a stare that could been considered a stare of a madman. I got up and said "I'm getting the fucking police!" Then they grabbed me and the plead that I wouldn't tell. How the fuck could they convince me to not tell the police about the murder of my best and only friend? I told them to fuck off.

I think they realised that they could not stop me from calling the police. They hit me with something and I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was 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 bathroom. I quickly remembered what recently happened in the bathroom. "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 disappointed look. "It's not nice to make up stories like that just because you don't like those kids!" I answered with a surprised and shocked expression. Well it was obvious that he wouldn't believe me in hindsight. But not when I was a kid. I jumped on Mr.Lu and yelled in his face! "Ashton is dead! How fucking dare you not understand!" He pushed me of and I fell to the floor. He called me insane and left the lounge. I collected myself and went out the door, running towards the bathrooms where Ashton's corpse was.

He was gone.

I looked in all the other stalls, but he was gone.

I looked down the toilet that I knew he was drowned in. And when I did, a small drop of blood came up from the water in the toilet. Then I realised that-that they had fucking tore him up into little pieces and flushed him down the toilet... Ashton was in the sewers. A few weeks later after convincing my parents, I had the police search for the remains of Ashton. They found nothing. A few months later I got the bullies in court and tried to get them a jail sentence or a punishment at least. They weren't found guilty. When we were leaving the courtroom they all gave me a look of devilish intent. Next day at school, about 90% of the students were absent, except for every bully at the school. They came up to me at recess. "You think you can tell the cops on us huh? We'll shut your mouth for good!" I'll be honest, they beat the shit out of me. I was a bleeding mess when they were done with me. But at least they got punishment for their actions. They got a special school to go to instead of having vacation, maybe they learned something through their thick fucking skulls.

After I had finished school and Business school. I had met a lovely woman, Laura. But of course, that was too good to be true.

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 nice 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 god was she right.

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 chose 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. It then hit me, that the thing that tried to get in through the grate must've been the killer! I looked at him with wide eyes. "Is everything okay sir?" He said. "It came through the sewers..." I said He looked at me like a mad man. He then left. If there was any time to believe my girlfriend it was now. I told Laura all about it. And now she was really panicking. She told us that we NEED to move. I agreed, we would move tomorrow. But there wouldn't be a tomorrow...

That night, I went into the closet to pack everything in there into boxes.

Until suddenly a loud rushing of water was heard. Laura pulled out her phone to try and do something, I didn't really know what she was trying to do. And then I heard something emerging from water, then followed by two loud splats, like wet feet hitting the floor, and the dripping. I heard Laura run somewhere, and then 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 felt a horrible stench fill 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.

A-And then I heard, L-Laura scream in horror. 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, that was all I could think.

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. But 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 very tall, and extremely thin like 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.

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!

oh no i accedentaly killed him, whos typing this? why its the one and only ashtn! i think thats how you spell my name a s h t n hahahaha noone likes a filthy buisness man like monty right? hows monty doing you ask? oh his jaw fits perfecty around my neck ahahahaha! dont forget! I'll always find a way into your house! bue bue! 