User:ATL Miner

MY CHILD

It's out there... waiting for me... It's coming to finish me off...

It's 2009. I was a father. Well, not a biological father. I had just adopted a child whom I named Joseph. His real parents were dead, but they were thought to be insane, so Joseph couldn't live with them anyways. Unfortunately, my wife had just passed away from cancer, so I was an only father. But I loved Joseph dearly, so I didn't mind. The only problem was that strange things happened when Joseph was parted from me. One time I was on a long trip to Australia, and I had a friend, Sheila, watch Joseph. Everything was ok for a few days, but after a little bit of a good time in Australia, I got a call from the local police where I lived saying that Sheila died in a car accident with Joseph while taking him to Mcdonalds, which Joseph hated for some reason. Joseph was found in the back seat of the car, perfectly fine, pointing and laughing at Sheila in the front seat. Sheila's last words were,"He's a monster!" in a whispered voice before she died. I came home immediately. I was so sad. She was my best friend. After I recovered from that, even stranger things happened. Every night, I would hear both scratching and non-human screeches coming from Joseph's room. I would jump every time, and run in, expecting to see a large owl or enourmous creature, but only find Joseph awake, giggling, laughing,  and pointing and the ground on the left side of his crib. The same side. Every time. I would crouch down and feel the floor, expecting to find something unique from the previous experience, but find the same thing every time: nothing. Yet I still checked every time, expecting, hoping, to notice something different. I felt a dread every night, getting heavier and heavier as if i'm so close to the unknown, yet not close enough. It felt like I was being pulled to the ground, and it only felt better near that area. The only thing different about the room after these, experiences, were these scratch marks on the walls and sides of the crib. They looked almost like, words, but they were to crude and jumbled together to see. After a few months of this, I had finally had enough. I set up a camera in the corner of Joseph's room to see what was actually happening. After I put Joseph to bed, I watched from the camera most of the night, but found nothing. I must have fallen asleep, because all I remember was waking up, hearing the usual unusual. I tried using the camera to see, but when I turned the monitor, all I saw was static. I was confused, but then I realized something. Someone... or something... must have broken the camera. I came barging into the room, and nothing was there. Not even Joseph. I was so worried. I thought that I had just lost my own child. Then, I started to feel a breeze. The window wasn't open, and there was no AC. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something. It was right where Joseph was pointing at every night. It was a trapdoor... I can't believe it was right under my nose. I mustered up all my courage (it wasn't enough for what's going to happen), and climbed down the trapdoor. It was musty and full of cobwebs, and almost pitch black, save for an old light that was almost dim in one corner. In the other corner, farthest from me, was a tiny sillouette, which kinda looked like the shape of Joseph. He, or it, looked odd, though. I was too afraid to speak or move though. Fortunately, I didn't move, because if I had, I would have been killed. I almost moved forward, but then I noticed something: the sillouette was, growing... I backed into the corner as the creature morphed into a large, hunched over figure. I let out a little gasp: just loud enough and just long enough for IT to hear. It turned around, slowly, and I was frozen in place. Just as it attempted to walk towards me, adrenaline kicked in and I ran, and climbed, out as fast as I could. I ran and grabbed my gun (which I had for emergencies), and whipped around, expecting to see IT, but I didn't see anything. The creature must have not followed me. I slowly and carefully walked back into Joseph's room to explore again. Just as I walked in, I saw the same hunched over figure slip out the window, and the sound of baby laughter rung throughout the room. As I searched the room in exasperation, and I finally noticed something. The writing on the walls, they only say 2 words:

YOUR NEXT!