My name is Donna. A few weeks ago my brother, Andrew, died. The death was officially ruled a suicide, but I have my doubts about that. Andrew had some issues, but it was nothing bad enough to cause him to do something like that so suddenly. He would have talked to me about it instead. At least, I would hope he would have felt like he could.
Not long ago, the police released some of Andrew’s belongings to me. Among them was this flash drive. It took me a few days of debating with myself to finally plug it in to see what was on it. Mostly just typical stuff; unfinished stories he was writing, photos of the family, etc. There was also a word document inside. I wish I had never opened it. Once I read what he had written before his death it scared the living shit out of me. It made me feel sick. I’m not sure whether or not this was ever actually posted online, because it seems like it was written for a blog or something, but I’m not aware of anything like that Andrew might have had. So, I’m posting it here now, in the hopes that someone can help me figure it out. Or at the very least maybe warn someone else about whatever this - thing is.
August 12, 2013 3:32 PM
Hello readers. My name is Andrew and I'm starting these blog entries simply to exert some feelings I have throughout my day-to-day life. I've recently begun seeing a therapist for some depression issues and she suggested keeping record of what I feel each day. I thought it might be of interest to some people or maybe there are some of you out there going through the same thing, therefore I’ll be posting it online.
In case anyone is interested, I am seventeen-years-old and live in a small town in Virginia. I live with my parents in a two-story home that resides in a small neighborhood where the houses aren't all that close together. I spend a lot of time on my computer, because there's really nothing to do around here and this town is full of assholes. I’ve had problems with depression pretty much my whole life and recently I’ve also been told I have severe anxiety issues, both of which I’m currently taking medication for. Other than that there's really not much to tell.
Until the next entry.
August 13, 2013 5:45 PM
Andrew here. Today went by pretty uneventfully. At school I had to write a paper for my public speaking class. Everyone in class seemed to like it, which actually made me feel pretty good. My feelings the rest of the day were very indifferent. In art class, I got in trouble for doodling what the teacher considered to be not up to her standards. It was a picture of a dead girl, standing among rows of crooked tombstones. She asked me where I got the idea and I told her honestly that I had no idea. Ideas like that just come to me sometimes. She told me to stick to the projects I was supposed to be working on instead of wasting time doodling things like that. I thought art was supposed to be subjective, but I guess that's not the case in her class. It really makes me angry. Creativity shouldn't be stifled just because it isn't up to the standards of one person.
When I came home I tried to tell my mom about the paper I'd written, but she was too busy dealing with some family disputes. I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow to tell her.
I'll write more tomorrow. I think I'll grab something to eat, then go to bed early tonight. I'm still irritated about earlier.
August 16, 2013 8:03 PM
Sorry I haven't written for a few days. I was kind of scared to go near my laptop, honestly. A few days ago I was up at around 3 a.m. checking Facebook, when my friend messaged me a link that said "can you tell me what show this is from?". When I clicked the link, this horrifying picture popped up and took over the entire screen, followed by a loud screaming sound. It was stupid, but it just gave me an unsettling feeling. After I finally got it closed out and calmed down I felt like an idiot. I clicked the link again and grabbed a screenshot of the picture. My friends can be such assholes sometimes.
The weird thing is that I asked him the next day what it was from, because I had never seen the photo before. Usually you run across pictures like that on the internet, but I had never seen that one. He told me he didn't know what I was talking about, that he didn't send me any link. I know he was just messing with me. Still, it gave me a weird feeling. I need to stop being so paranoid. No more horror movies for me I guess.
August 17, 2013 3:08 AM
I woke up a few minutes ago and I can't go back to sleep. I don't really know what to write about or why I decided to write a blog entry, but I couldn't think of anything else to do. It's very dark and quiet in my room right now. Makes me feel kind of serine - peaceful maybe. I keep thinking about that stupid picture. You know how sometimes you think something doesn't bother you, but when you're alone at night you just picture turning your head and seeing it standing there in the darkness? That's what I'm thinking about. Just the sense of seeing something so - unearthly and unnatural, yet oddly familiar coming into this realm of understanding and being face-to-face with it.
Shit. I just scared the hell out of myself. I thought I heard someone walking up the stairs. My door is just at the top of the stairs and - wait, I can still hear it. It sounds like creaking really slowly, step-by-step. I'm really freaking myself out right now. It stopped. Right outside my door. I'm going to go check it out.
Well, there was nothing there. My mind is just playing tricks on me, I guess. That damn thing is still in my mind. That must be the reason. I'm going to try and get some sleep. I'll write more soon.
August 18, 2013 8:33 PM
I am extremely tired from lack of sleep, so excuse any mistakes I might make. I'll go back and edit it later, I just really have to get this down now. Now, what I'm about to type is going to sound entirely crazy, but it's not up to me whether or not you believe me. I'm just telling you what happened to me.
If you've been keeping up with my posts, you know that last night some things occurred that really freaked me out. Noises. Could have been a completely logical explanation for it. Figured I just needed some rest and everything would be fine. Well, I did go back to sleep, but only for a little under an hour. I woke back up, hearing the same noises I'd heard previously. I waited and, again, the noise stopped right outside my door, only this time there was a sharp banging on the door. Three times. Loud. I ran to open the door, knowing that it had to be one of my parents, but there was no one there. I shut the door and locked it and when I turned back around to go back to my bed, I saw, for a split second, a dark silhouette. It was almost pitch black, but I could see the face partially. It was the same face in the screamer photo. I couldn't move, I was so terrified. It looked at me a moment, then it opened its' mouth wide and a horrible, guttural, reverberating scream came out.
The commotion made my parents come rushing to my room, banging on the door and asking what was wrong. I let them in to show them the entity that was standing in my room, but it was gone. It almost made my heart stop. I tried to explain what had happened, but my parents assured me that I probably was just thinking about it too much and imagined it because I was tired. I can't really blame them. How does something like that sound unless you were there. Even to me it was hard to wrap my head around.
I came to stay with a friend tonight. Out of curiosity, I think I'll do some research on the girl in the screamer photo. There has to be something behind it. It didn't just come out of thin air. Honestly, I don’t think it’s a super great idea to go looking for trouble, but I just have to know thtat there’s nothing to worry about. At least I have someone with me. That eases my nerves. Hopefully I'll find out something.
August 24, 2013 4:02 AM
I Havn't slept at all for the past i dont know how many nights. mY eyes are realy heavy right now, but i feel like i need to type. i did my research on the girl and found next to nothing. one other person had posted a few entries on their blog, kind of like i'm doing, stating that they'd gotten the mysterious screamer as well. their friends had claimed they had not sent any kind of screamer link. they had been able to track down some information on the girl in the photo. apparently, the girl in photo had been tortured, raped, and murdered when she was seventeen by a group of guys. they had taken photos of her as they tortured her, planning to show them to all their friends at school. she wasn't found until months after she'd been killed and a psychic that had been hired to assist the police stated that the girl had screamed and screamed for help, but no one had been able to hear her. the whole murder had been swept under the rug, because the group of boys had been star athletes in town.
this person had also said that there was a story that the girl had come back as some kind of demon or ghost that preys on innocent people, because she was wronged and now hates humanity. it was said that she would send one of the photos of her to an unsuspecting victim. once they'd seen the photo, they would be doomed to be haunted by her and eventually go insane.
i tried to find the website where this original post had been, but it was shut down - no longer active. the thing about this that unsettles me the most, is that these "victims" are completely random. i have to try and get some sleep or im not going to be able to figure anything out. really I just need time to think
August 25, 2013 3:15 AM
There are...things.....weird things...happening....screaming....always screaming....it never stops......from daybreak to sunrise....screaming....all around me...screaming......it hurts...my ears.......to....hear....her....scream...I am scared..
August 26, 2013 2:37 AM
I'm seeing her again, the girl from the photo. Her story keeps going through my head. It never stops. She was here. Tonight. In my room. I saw her. I feel her...in fact....she's standing over me...right this very second....watching me type this in....I swear...it..
August 27, 2013 4 AM Exact
This will most likely be my last post. I'm typing quickly right now, because - well, i think the "curse" is real. Oh God . . . I can hear her. She's screaming. She's downstairs. Why aren't my parents getting up? Am I the only one that can hear it now? Fuck. It's getting closer. It's too late. She's right outside my door. The window is shaking. Things are flying across the room. I hear - scratching. Behind me. In the walls. The door is rattling. The screaming is unbearable. I don't want to see her again. It's too much. I took this gun from my parents room earlier in the day. It's in my hand. I pray to God this never happens to anyone else. don't let her get to you. there's only one way out now. Goodbye.
That was the last thing written on the document. It’s tragic, because he was found dead by our parents a little after 4 a.m. with his laptop still open on his bed. You know, I can’t say for sure what was going through his mind when this happened, but it’s a real tragedy. Honestly, I’ve never been one to buy into all that "paranormal" stuff, but it really sounds like Andrew believed something was after him. I will say this, ever since I found this and looked at the photo he had saved alongside the document, I’ve had an unsettling feeling too. Maybe it’s just because of the story Andrew had found that was apparently about the girl in the photo. If it’s true, that’s a horrible, horrible thing to happen to someone. It’s funny, because I can swear that now I hear faint screams sometimes. I think I just need to get some sleep.