Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31751868-20170417054226

Day 4:

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9:58 P.M.

!!!WARNING!!! ONCE YOU START READING THIS YOU CANNOT STOP!!!

A little girl named Sarah was out planting flowers in front of her house. Sarah was a normal young girl, who liked flowers and wished for her own unicorn and grew up into a princess, and she always loved her iPad. However, while she was outside, two kidnappers managed to get her after killing her parents. They took her to a place where they slit her throat and watched her bleed. She cried and cried, but right before she died, she wished for revenge. She killed the two men, and now kills anybody that doesn't share her story by slitting their throats. Reposting this to at least 1 person will stop the consequences below the day you repost, 3 people will stop all of the consequences below, and 5 people will stop her from ever haunting your house.

Not reposting this DOES NOT MEAN THAT THE CONSEQUENCES WILL IMMEDIATELY HAPPEN!! karma will happpen eventually

On the 1st day, you wont notice anything, as nothing will have happened

On the 2nd day, you might feel a prescense in your house, but she's not angry... yet

On the 3rd day, youll start to smell something inside your house

On the 4th day, youll get the chain letter agian

On the 5th day, youll find that tracing back to the smell will reveal 1 of your walls is covered in her blood, all smearred on

On the 6th day, you wont see the bloody wall anymore and will convince yourself that youre seeing things. This is unfortunately true

the 7th day wont be as bad, as long as you can tell reality from her hallucinations that she'll make

On the 8th day, youll start to hear her calming voice

One the 9th day, youll start to go crazy if you haven't done so. If you havent reposted to 5 peoples, DO SO NOW!!!!! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!!!

On the 10th day, you dont want to know what happens

I sat there reading that entire comment, word for word. My first thought was, "Great, another fucking spooooky chain mail letter," until I noticed something.

I remembered reading this before. And I remembered smelling a funky stench throughout my entire house yesterday and today near my kitchen. It has to be a coincidence, but something just gives me goosebumps about this whole thing. I've never been much for superstition, and especially not for stupid traps like these, which may be why I didn't feel anything on the second day, but something caught me off guard about this particular chain letter. The spam was left as a comment, posted on my account.

The user, however, was what concerned me the most was the username. It was a random string of letters and numbers following the word "Sarah," I think it was like Sarah2ybcyuIf9w. I checked out the profile, and there seemed to be nothing aside from other irate users. They had probably gotten the spam message too.

Whatever. It's really nothing to worry about. Just two events that happened to coincide with a scam some douchebag wrote. I'll finish this up this journal entry in case things actually ever get interesting, as I don't think I've ever seen anything like this, but I'm really too tired to continue now. Hell, maybe I'll find this whole journal thing stupid when I wake up with some common sense tomorrow. Bye.

Day 5:

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8:06 A.M.

What the actual fuck.

I'm so glad I've already written most of what's happened already, because I am writing this right after I find my leftmost dining room wall fucking covered in smeared blood, with dribbles of the gore sliding down from the top cracks that I've never noticed before. Fuck. This.

If this is a goddamn prank, then I swear to God I'm going to break whoever's fucking arms so they can't pull this shit again. I'm going to tape a digital camera of mine to one of the corners of the room, see if I catch whoever this fucking trespasser is.

8:48 A.M.

Maybe I'm overthinking this too much. I just finished duct-taped my only camera right before my phone rang. It was my girlfriend, wanting to go shopping with me to get her something before our 3-month anniversary. Whatever, I could use the time outside of this house I'm cooped up in. I'm heading outside, maybe for the rest of the day.

I just hope that the chain letter is true and that I'm the only one seeing the blood.

Day 6:

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8:03 A.M.

I come from my bedroom again, only to see, you guessed it, nothing on the walls anymore. That unnerved me quite a bit, remembering the message I had gotten, but I shook it off, focusing back onto the camera. I'll find the fucking perp who pulled this shit.

6:06 P.M.

Scrolling through the videotape my camera managed to capture before shutting off was about the stupidest thing I could have done.

I popped out the SD card from the camera and inserted the chip into my camera, preparing myself for the next wasted hour ahead. I paused the video as my face covered the screen. That was to be expected, of course, I was at least smart enough to turn on the camera before taping over the power button. I then started to skip around in the video. First to the end, to confirm that the blood had gone away, and at what time the camera died out. The video stopped somewhere around 1:43 A.M., but close to 24 hours is pretty good for battery life these days.

I started to alternate back and forth, from the beginning and from the end to the middle of the video, hoping to spot my little friend. And yet, I never did. At 12:00 A.M., there was no blood on the walls. Everything else was simply untouched, nothing was out of its ordinary position. The hell? I turned it back to 11:59 P.M. Surely nobody could clean up anything close to this and sneak away in under a minute.

Unfortunately, I was right. Nobody could ever do something like this. I watched that minute over, and over, and over again. It was the exact same thing, no matter how much I repeated it. The video itself would cut off at around 11:59.30. Just a completely black video. The sound didn't work, nothing. Then, at 11:59.59 the video would start to turn back on for a second, and when 12:00 hit, everything was back to normal. Like nothing ever happened. The cold air around my neck and back seemed to feel a bit more bitter as the hairs of my skin perked up. I tried to find any other instances of this happening, but no luck.

I'm going to start writing this on my computer; I've already copied every last bit from my journal. If anything ever happens to me, I can upload all of this shit to somewhere. That way at least someone can figure out what the hell happened to me. However, there's nothing to record tonight according to the list, so I guess I can charge my camera today. Tomorrow I'm gonna go with friends to the movies after not seeing each other for awhile. But for now, might as well take my mind off all of this and just relax.

Day 7:

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1:16 P.M.

I took the day off from work, "claiming" I had a cold, so the movie, or at least my friends' jokes against the movie, better be worth it. Thankfully, the movie wasn't anything horror, but to me, halfway through, it might as well have been. My mind was constantly distracted by that damn spam message. When would I start seeing things? Normally, the consequences would start in the middle of the night, or when I woke up. But I haven't seen any hallucinations, and it's already noon.

Maybe I escaped the curse? I smiled; it probably was just a dumb trick. They probably didn't even know I was going to be in the theaters today. I looked back to the rest of my friends, laughing at and mocking the poorly-animated film we were watching. See? Everything was fine.

Until I saw it. It wasn't much. We were in a dimly-lit theater, so I wasn't expecting to see it completely, but I could see one thing. Two red eyes, staring straight through my friends, at me. I gulped. I knew it wasn't real, but damn, did it still give me goosebumps. We ended up leaving soon after, but I managed to hitch a ride with one of my friends back home. I didn't trust myself driving under my current conditions.

As I sat in the passenger seat, I looked out the car window and wondered. What am I going to do? I can't tell the police anything about this, I don't want to end up in an insane asylum for the rest of my life. I can't tell my friends about the two eyes either, or they'll get stuck in this as well. My best bud, noticing my lack of interest in them or the movie, asked how I was doing. I told him I was doing fine.

But at this point, I didn't, nor don't, know what to do anymore. My girlfriend and my family are all too close to me. But time I didn't know I had is still running out, and I'm starting to get desperate.

What else is going to happen?

What else could happen?

Day 8:

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7:06 A.M.

I'm sorry.

I can't do it anymore. I'm uploading this right now, I have to.

I've been hearing her voice non-stop for the past thirty fucking minutes. It started out at the beginning of the morning, way before I normally get up, hearing an eerily soothing hymn sung throughout the house. I remembered the list—today was the 8th. At least it was only once per hour in the beginning. Now, listening to her repeating creepy, persuasive messages as I type is almost driving me off the edge, if not 2 feet past.

I realize that by doing this, I'm putting a curse on you, or anyone else who reads this story, but at this point, I don't give two shits. Too many coincidences have happened for me not to justify this being Sarah's work. I'm. Sorry.

Just, whatever you do, don't follow my footsteps. Spread this fucking chain letter to anybody you know. I don't want you getting hurt too.

And if you don't, then at least promise me, and actually fucking promise me, that you'll notice Sarah on the second day. 