User blog:KrimsonGhost/I'm Gonna Die Tonight

I'm gonna die tonight. Let me take you back a month.

I was browsing the catalog. Click. Click. Click. Yawn. Whatever. Then, my eyes caught something. The message icon on the top right corner now read 1. I got a message in my inbox. I clicked it, half expecting it to just be a bot -- and it's some guy asking me to add him as a friend. He said we had a lot in common and wanted to chat. I was honestly amused -- barely anyone even uses the inbox messaging system anymore. The guy took the effort and time to read my profile and message me, so why not add him. I didn't have much to do that day anyways.

Adding him, we start chatting, I think about movies or something. Then, he sent something in the chat. It took me a second to figure out what it was - it was a link, split into 3 parts to avoid the chat moderation system. He was claiming it's a cool video. After piecing together the link, I could see that there was no way in hell this was a video. It didn't even have YouTube in the URL. Sketchy as hell: the link itself was just a bunch of letters. No problem, I'll just turn on my VPN and check it out.

In the URL box I pasted the link. Hit enter. BOOM! My ears EXPLODE. On the screen is a screamer with a flashing shitty low resolution image. I don't even get a proper look at the image as I scrambled to close the site after nearly pissing my pants. Fuck. That actually got me. I expected it to be some retarded phishing site for swindling children out of their ROBUX and accounts. Oh well.

Going back to ROBLOX, I see...the chatbox isn't there. I check -- and sure enough, he isn't on my friends list anymore. What? Does he just go around sending people a shit tier screamer then unfriending them? If he wants to make children shit their pants in his free time...then whatever.

A week passed. I completely forgot about what happened. I was focused on you know, life.

One morning, I opened my front door to see a midget standing on the porch. A half second later I realized -- it wasn't a midget. It was a doll. A clown doll. It was positioned upright to seem as if it was standing. It was ugly as all hell. It belonged in a dump. I waited around for a bit for someone to come claim this thing, but no one did. And so, I took it into the house. It'd be a waste to leave it out there after all, despite how hideous it was. The doll was probably vintage and valuable just off looks alone: I could score a few bucks off of it on eBay. Some weirdo would buy it.

By the time it was night I put that sucker on eBay. Days passed. No bids. No one wanted to buy the piece of shit. So, the next logical step was to throw it in the garbage. Yet, a strange feeling was growing in me about the doll. And no, it wasn't fear. I wasn't scared of a fucking doll. It was something else. And that feeling stopped me from chucking it in the trash, so it sat there on my living room shelf, and I went back to my life.

I awoke one night. Unusual since I'm a heavy sleeper. Then I heard it. A soft but very audible thump. Pause. Then another thump. As I laid there in bed trying to figure out what the hell this was, the sounds stopped. I rationalized it could have been a tree branch brushing against the house or maybe light rain and went back to sleep.

The next night, the same thing happened. I awoke to the sound of thumps. This time however, they were clearly closer. Louder. Nearly right outside my window. And so I threw on a jacket and went outside to check out where I was certain the thumps had been coming from. I heard no more thumps. Just the silent breeze of the night. A bit uneasy, I went inside and went back to sleep, but for awhile I couldn't get my mind off of what was causing those thumps. Could it have been a animal? Two nights in a row?

As I was in the living room the next night, I heard something. It was the door knob -- twisting, only to be stopped by the lock. When I mustered up the courage to look through the peephole, I saw nothing. Had I heard it? Was I imagining it? Had I imagined the thumps too? I couldn't have. My mind was racing. And in that moment, something struck my mind. A thought that didn't make much sense in the moment, but my mind was grasping onto any fears it could: had I forgotten to turn my VPN on when I clicked that link? I quickly stifled the thought. Even if it was true, it didn't explain anything.

I didn't get much sleep that night. As I laid in bed, I swore I saw a silhouette move past the window. I heard what seemed to be distant footsteps circling the house. Eventually, it all stopped, and I got some rest.

That leads us to now. It's night. I'm at my computer, typing this out. Because I'm afraid. I know something is terribly wrong. I didn't imagine all this. And I know something about this, but I can't put my goddamn finger on it.

I hear the footsteps again. They're close. Closer than before. Are they inside the house? I don't know. I don't wanna look. But I just realized why I had that feeling about the doll. That feeling that has been clawing at my mind ever since I got it. That clown doll. It's what I saw in that screamer image. I don't know why it took me so long to realize. But it's THAT DOLL.

And now...I see a familiar plastic face peering at me from the crack in the door.