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BHW - CreepyPasta - NoSleep
Hey BHW'ers,
As most of you are aware, I have a Kindle Publishing Journey going on in the Journey section. So while in the midst of it, I had a discussion on various styles of writing with a few fellow members.
I disclosed my desire to start an BHW Original CreepyPasta/NoSleep thread, where members could read Horror stories published by members, critique it, share their own and basically have a good time.
@alwaysinvisible instigated me to go ahead with the thread and so here we are. This was also, inspired by the awesome Martin small thread by @Sherbert Hoover
I wrote this story last night and it is what we call a mellow story. It won't scare the shit out of you at all. It's similar to being a diary entry with an unexplainable conclusion. It's an overnight write-up, so please be gentle. Also, needless to say, this is pure fiction and any resemblance to any person living, dead or in a coma is purely coincidental.
If the thread picks up, I'll dare to write some of the more instigating content. I also welcome other users to post their story in the thread. The only request being, that the story should be an original copy. It can be cross-posted from other resources, provided you are the OP elsewhere too.
So here we go - my first entry.
11:11
I have never been much of a writer. Yes, I excelled in schools in my Grammar lessons. But mostly because I have a tendency to ramble on for pages once I pick up the pen & my English teacher wasn’t one bright individual.
I was never going to relate this incident. Heck, I told myself I’d take it to my grave. But for the past two weeks, this has been upsetting me and so today as I sit here killing time, I decided to share it with you guys. People whom I’ve never met face to face, to see what you think.
About me? I am Michael, a normal catholic guy staying in Mumbai, India. I work as a software developer and my employer has me working with a US client for the past three years. This means, I need to work on American times. An average citizens night is my work hours. But I get the day to myself and the pay is great, so I don’t complain.
Now being the chief programmer on the client’s project, I have an immense workload. And since everything happens online, my employer is perfectly happy with me working from home.
I moved to the city of Mumbai from hometown Mohali, five years ago. I live alone in a plush 3 BHK in one of the most posh areas of Mumbai. I used to have a roommate until 2 years ago. But he left saying the commute to and from his work was too long.
It didn’t bother me much. I was able to afford a maid who cleaned the house and the kitchen, had a laundry boy on call, the local hotel delivered good food and beer. So as you can already see, there was no need for me to get out of the house.
I was always an introvert & have never had many friends. So socializing was something I didn’t do much.
The only thing I used to leave the house for was to get cigarettes. At first it was once a week, as a 20 pack lasted me all week. Then it became once every two days and finally it became a daily habit. I would burn through a 20 pack in 20 hours.
Coming to the story, this one Saturday evening as I was coming back from one of my rare commutes to work, I received a text message from my bank stating that my salary had been credited. I noticed that it was lesser than what I usually receive, so I called up my boss. That very same evening, I was also on the verge of running out of cigarettes and so was supposed to buy myself a pack. However, the long argument with my boss over my supposed “leaves” made me forget and by the time I reached home well past 10 PM, I had 3 smokes left.
I was tired from all the traveling and decided to just have dinner, smoke a cigarette and catch some sleep. But fate had a different plan for me. Once I was done with dinner, I received a “Hey!” on Facebook from a familiar face. It was a girl from my hometown, Riya, who had also moved to Mumbai 2 days ago.
She was a pretty woman and I had a massive crush on her right from my childhood. When she completed her college, she was placed in a retail firm’s office in Mumbai. I was the only one before her to have had a Mumbai placement and so her parents and my parents ensured that we were in touch.
She said that she hadn’t messaged me earlier since she had been busy getting settled in her new home, which she shared with a roommate.
She told me everything about her past, her first relationship, how moving to the big city had always been her dream, how she had a bit of a crush on me when we were in school together.
That last line really caught me off-guard.
She then revealed that she also had a much bigger offer from a merchandising firm in New Delhi, but she didn’t accept it, nor did she tell her parents about it, since she wanted to be in Mumbai and see me.
Needless to say, I had butterflies in my stomach. I was smiling so big my jaw had begun hurting. One part of me still couldn’t believe that a girl had moved to a city, a 1000 miles away from her parents just to be with me.
And then before I knew it, the texting had stopped and we were talking to each other on the phone. Her voice reminded me of the cherubs dangling from heaven. Needless to say, I knew at that very moment that my life had changed.
We talked till 3 in the morning, before we both decided it was time to hit the sack. She said that the Mumbai air didn’t seem to suit her, as she was having difficulty breathing. I promised to take her to the beach the following day, so she’d feel better.
I was still reeling with the thought of being with the girl I had loved since I was 6 year old.
Her place wasn’t far from where I lived. And I decided to meet up with her the following day, which happened to be a Sunday. We decided to get some breakfast, do some shopping and that I would show her around the city and take her to the beach, of course.
--
Now coming back to the cigarettes. You’d remember that all I had left were 3 of them. It was 3 in the morning and I had finished them a few hours ago already. Sleep evaded me and so I needed one to function. After all I was an addict, wasn’t I?
I rummaged through my belongings to see if I had one remaining, but I was out of luck. I decided to go out and get some. I knew of a vendor at the corner of my street who resided right behind his shop. And if you knocked on the window after the shop was closed, he’d sell you whatever you wanted, with a markup, of course.
Needless to say, I was scared out of my wits to be going out in the wee hours. I didn’t have a bike or a car; I had to walk down the whole two blocks to reach his shop. Soon the longing for a cigarette had over come any apprehension I had been having. I gathered my wits and decided to make the walk.
As I got out the main gate for my apartment complex, I decided to make a run for it. I sprinted across the two blocks and made way to the Cigarette vendor’s house. I knocked on the window and as expected, I had my pack of Classic Milds in a few minutes. I decided to wait until I reached home, before lighting up.
As I got back on the street, I heard a slew of sirens coming up from behind me. My immediate response was to duck behind one of the cars and hope that no one saw me. I was having the best night of my life and didn’t want a confrontation with the law enforcement to ruin it.
As the cars passed me, I saw two police vehicles followed by an ambulance. One of the cops saw me ducking inanely behind a car that barely hid me under the well-lit street, but he seemed too preoccupied to stop or even bother.
The way back to my apartment passed through the main street, and as I walked on the sidewalk, I was in full view of any vehicle passing by. I was aware of this and this had made me very very conscious. There was only one thing left to do and that was to run like I had never run before, hoping that no other LE officers or no-gooders pass by. And that’s what I did, I made a run for it and stopped only once I was safely inside the compound of my apartment complex.
I got into the lift, reached my home and lit up. That first drag hit me so good, I almost collapsed in ecstasy. Seriously, anything tastes better when you’ve longed for it. And I mean anything.
--
Anyways, so back to my story. The clock had struck 5 and I decided to call it a night soon after that, since I had to wake up early, clean up and go meet Riya.
I woke up at around 10 in the morning. Went through my daily morning routine and picked up my phone. It was dead. That’s when I noticed; I had forgotten to flip on the switch for the phone’s charger. I cursed myself under my breath, but remembered that I also kept a spare portable charger with me. I took it out, plugged it in and left to meet the woman of my dreams.
As I reached the address she had given me, I noticed a large crowd. Thinking something must’ve gone wrong; I carefully waded through the sea of people standing underneath the building. A few steps later, I saw two police vans standing right outside the entrance. I even saw the cop who had seen me earlier in the morning, ducked behind a car. He looked up from the paper he was holding and glanced at me. I froze for a second, thinking maybe he had recognized me. But he seemed more interested in the paper in his hand. I heaved a sigh of relief and made my way to the inside of the building. A burly constable stopped me while at the entrance and asked me for my identity and the reason why I wanted to go inside.
I introduced myself and said that I had a friend who stayed on the seventh floor. And that I was supposed to meet her today.
As I said this, a young woman who had been sulking on the side suddenly sprang up to me.
“You’re Michael! Riya talked so much about you. But…” and she trailed off into a fresh new stream of tears.
I could feel my heart sinking a little bit. Just as I was trying to recollect my thoughts, the paper-bearing cop walked up to me.
“Mr. Michael?”
“Yes sir!”
“Please come with me!”
“May I ask what this is about?”
“Please, just come with me and I’ll explain.”
I walked with him to the corner of my building, where an ambulance was parked. He took me to the rear of the vehicles and opened the doors. Inside it, lay a body covered in white sheet.
“How did you know Ms. Riya?”
“Umm! We studied in Mohali together. I moved here 5 years ago and she had just moved in a couple days ago, starting a new job. Her parents wanted her to be in touch with someone who knew the city and was familiar with them, so they put us in touch.”
As I said these words, I sense a sudden surge in my anxiety. I could feel an impending panic attack on its way.
“Please! Just tell me what in the world is going on.”
As if on cue, without saying a word, he slowly pulled the sheet from the body, unveiling a face.
The panic attack had arrived. As I saw that beautiful face that a few hours earlier I wanted to hold and kiss and caress, now lying lifeless in a state of rigor, I could feel the world around me darkening. And before I knew it, I hit the ground with a thud. I had blacked out.
--
I opened my eyes to see water being splashed on my face by the same burly constable who had earlier prevented me from entering the building.
I saw the earlier cop come by again and decided to finally get a sense of what the fuck was going on.
I tried to get up on my feet to assert some authority, but my feet gave way and I fell back on the chair.
“Easy there! Please stay seated sir.”
“Would anyone please tell me what is going on here?” I shrieked.
“We don’t have all the information here, yet. But apparently, there was a break in last night on the seventh floor of the building. The thieves somehow broke the main latch on the door and got in. Ms. Riya was alone in the house at that time, and apparently raised an alarm. So we can assume, that in a frenzy the thieves strangled her with a belt lying around the house, while they attempted to escape.”
“…”
He continued, “The screaming alarmed the neighbors and two of the three thieves were caught and detained. They are in our custody at the moment. The third one managed to escape.”
The burly guy offered me some water. As I gulped I could think of nothing else but my world shattering around me. I saw that the ambulance was nowhere to be seen.
As if sensing my uneasiness, he went on ”We were waiting for someone to identify the body. We talked to her parents and they’re already on their way along with, I guess, your parents. They informed us about you and I had to check your story before getting you to identify the body.”
I could sense beads of tears forming on my eyes. In a span of 12 hours, my whole life had turned around twice. I found a girl who was interested me, and now she was dead.
“Were you two very close?”
I didn’t know what to say, so I chose to ignore that question.
“When and how did this happen?”
The cop lifted up the sheets of paper in his hand again and began reading.
“The coroner’s report states that the time of death was between 11 and 11.30 last night. The cause of death is fracture-dislocation of cervical vertebrae owing to the victim being strangled by the perpetrator”
He then handed over those sheets to another policeman standing next to him. And then resumed…
“We also have CCTV footage that shows the perps entering the building’s lobby at around 10.56 in the night. We again have them leaving the victim’s house at 11.12 PM when the other neighbor’s caught up with them.”
I felt a huge lump forming in my throat as my eyes began swelling up all over again. This was when something struck me. I fumbled around for my phone that I was holding before fainting. The burly constable held it out for me.
I noticed that the portable charger had given it enough juice for me to be able to switch it on. And I did.
As the phone switched on, I saw several missed calls from my parents and a bunch of unknown numbers, which I assumed, were Riya’s parents. I then went to my Facebook messenger and saw my conversation with Riya, it was all still there.
I furiously scrolled all the way to the top. Right to her first message…
It read “Hey!” and the timestamp said “Saturday 11.11 PM”
I have never been much of a writer. Yes, I excelled in schools in my Grammar lessons. But mostly because I have a tendency to ramble on for pages once I pick up the pen & my English teacher wasn’t one bright individual.
I was never going to relate this incident. Heck, I told myself I’d take it to my grave. But for the past two weeks, this has been upsetting me and so today as I sit here killing time, I decided to share it with you guys. People whom I’ve never met face to face, to see what you think.
About me? I am Michael, a normal catholic guy staying in Mumbai, India. I work as a software developer and my employer has me working with a US client for the past three years. This means, I need to work on American times. An average citizens night is my work hours. But I get the day to myself and the pay is great, so I don’t complain.
Now being the chief programmer on the client’s project, I have an immense workload. And since everything happens online, my employer is perfectly happy with me working from home.
I moved to the city of Mumbai from hometown Mohali, five years ago. I live alone in a plush 3 BHK in one of the most posh areas of Mumbai. I used to have a roommate until 2 years ago. But he left saying the commute to and from his work was too long.
It didn’t bother me much. I was able to afford a maid who cleaned the house and the kitchen, had a laundry boy on call, the local hotel delivered good food and beer. So as you can already see, there was no need for me to get out of the house.
I was always an introvert & have never had many friends. So socializing was something I didn’t do much.
The only thing I used to leave the house for was to get cigarettes. At first it was once a week, as a 20 pack lasted me all week. Then it became once every two days and finally it became a daily habit. I would burn through a 20 pack in 20 hours.
Coming to the story, this one Saturday evening as I was coming back from one of my rare commutes to work, I received a text message from my bank stating that my salary had been credited. I noticed that it was lesser than what I usually receive, so I called up my boss. That very same evening, I was also on the verge of running out of cigarettes and so was supposed to buy myself a pack. However, the long argument with my boss over my supposed “leaves” made me forget and by the time I reached home well past 10 PM, I had 3 smokes left.
I was tired from all the traveling and decided to just have dinner, smoke a cigarette and catch some sleep. But fate had a different plan for me. Once I was done with dinner, I received a “Hey!” on Facebook from a familiar face. It was a girl from my hometown, Riya, who had also moved to Mumbai 2 days ago.
She was a pretty woman and I had a massive crush on her right from my childhood. When she completed her college, she was placed in a retail firm’s office in Mumbai. I was the only one before her to have had a Mumbai placement and so her parents and my parents ensured that we were in touch.
She said that she hadn’t messaged me earlier since she had been busy getting settled in her new home, which she shared with a roommate.
She told me everything about her past, her first relationship, how moving to the big city had always been her dream, how she had a bit of a crush on me when we were in school together.
That last line really caught me off-guard.
She then revealed that she also had a much bigger offer from a merchandising firm in New Delhi, but she didn’t accept it, nor did she tell her parents about it, since she wanted to be in Mumbai and see me.
Needless to say, I had butterflies in my stomach. I was smiling so big my jaw had begun hurting. One part of me still couldn’t believe that a girl had moved to a city, a 1000 miles away from her parents just to be with me.
And then before I knew it, the texting had stopped and we were talking to each other on the phone. Her voice reminded me of the cherubs dangling from heaven. Needless to say, I knew at that very moment that my life had changed.
We talked till 3 in the morning, before we both decided it was time to hit the sack. She said that the Mumbai air didn’t seem to suit her, as she was having difficulty breathing. I promised to take her to the beach the following day, so she’d feel better.
I was still reeling with the thought of being with the girl I had loved since I was 6 year old.
Her place wasn’t far from where I lived. And I decided to meet up with her the following day, which happened to be a Sunday. We decided to get some breakfast, do some shopping and that I would show her around the city and take her to the beach, of course.
--
Now coming back to the cigarettes. You’d remember that all I had left were 3 of them. It was 3 in the morning and I had finished them a few hours ago already. Sleep evaded me and so I needed one to function. After all I was an addict, wasn’t I?
I rummaged through my belongings to see if I had one remaining, but I was out of luck. I decided to go out and get some. I knew of a vendor at the corner of my street who resided right behind his shop. And if you knocked on the window after the shop was closed, he’d sell you whatever you wanted, with a markup, of course.
Needless to say, I was scared out of my wits to be going out in the wee hours. I didn’t have a bike or a car; I had to walk down the whole two blocks to reach his shop. Soon the longing for a cigarette had over come any apprehension I had been having. I gathered my wits and decided to make the walk.
As I got out the main gate for my apartment complex, I decided to make a run for it. I sprinted across the two blocks and made way to the Cigarette vendor’s house. I knocked on the window and as expected, I had my pack of Classic Milds in a few minutes. I decided to wait until I reached home, before lighting up.
As I got back on the street, I heard a slew of sirens coming up from behind me. My immediate response was to duck behind one of the cars and hope that no one saw me. I was having the best night of my life and didn’t want a confrontation with the law enforcement to ruin it.
As the cars passed me, I saw two police vehicles followed by an ambulance. One of the cops saw me ducking inanely behind a car that barely hid me under the well-lit street, but he seemed too preoccupied to stop or even bother.
The way back to my apartment passed through the main street, and as I walked on the sidewalk, I was in full view of any vehicle passing by. I was aware of this and this had made me very very conscious. There was only one thing left to do and that was to run like I had never run before, hoping that no other LE officers or no-gooders pass by. And that’s what I did, I made a run for it and stopped only once I was safely inside the compound of my apartment complex.
I got into the lift, reached my home and lit up. That first drag hit me so good, I almost collapsed in ecstasy. Seriously, anything tastes better when you’ve longed for it. And I mean anything.
--
Anyways, so back to my story. The clock had struck 5 and I decided to call it a night soon after that, since I had to wake up early, clean up and go meet Riya.
I woke up at around 10 in the morning. Went through my daily morning routine and picked up my phone. It was dead. That’s when I noticed; I had forgotten to flip on the switch for the phone’s charger. I cursed myself under my breath, but remembered that I also kept a spare portable charger with me. I took it out, plugged it in and left to meet the woman of my dreams.
As I reached the address she had given me, I noticed a large crowd. Thinking something must’ve gone wrong; I carefully waded through the sea of people standing underneath the building. A few steps later, I saw two police vans standing right outside the entrance. I even saw the cop who had seen me earlier in the morning, ducked behind a car. He looked up from the paper he was holding and glanced at me. I froze for a second, thinking maybe he had recognized me. But he seemed more interested in the paper in his hand. I heaved a sigh of relief and made my way to the inside of the building. A burly constable stopped me while at the entrance and asked me for my identity and the reason why I wanted to go inside.
I introduced myself and said that I had a friend who stayed on the seventh floor. And that I was supposed to meet her today.
As I said this, a young woman who had been sulking on the side suddenly sprang up to me.
“You’re Michael! Riya talked so much about you. But…” and she trailed off into a fresh new stream of tears.
I could feel my heart sinking a little bit. Just as I was trying to recollect my thoughts, the paper-bearing cop walked up to me.
“Mr. Michael?”
“Yes sir!”
“Please come with me!”
“May I ask what this is about?”
“Please, just come with me and I’ll explain.”
I walked with him to the corner of my building, where an ambulance was parked. He took me to the rear of the vehicles and opened the doors. Inside it, lay a body covered in white sheet.
“How did you know Ms. Riya?”
“Umm! We studied in Mohali together. I moved here 5 years ago and she had just moved in a couple days ago, starting a new job. Her parents wanted her to be in touch with someone who knew the city and was familiar with them, so they put us in touch.”
As I said these words, I sense a sudden surge in my anxiety. I could feel an impending panic attack on its way.
“Please! Just tell me what in the world is going on.”
As if on cue, without saying a word, he slowly pulled the sheet from the body, unveiling a face.
The panic attack had arrived. As I saw that beautiful face that a few hours earlier I wanted to hold and kiss and caress, now lying lifeless in a state of rigor, I could feel the world around me darkening. And before I knew it, I hit the ground with a thud. I had blacked out.
--
I opened my eyes to see water being splashed on my face by the same burly constable who had earlier prevented me from entering the building.
I saw the earlier cop come by again and decided to finally get a sense of what the fuck was going on.
I tried to get up on my feet to assert some authority, but my feet gave way and I fell back on the chair.
“Easy there! Please stay seated sir.”
“Would anyone please tell me what is going on here?” I shrieked.
“We don’t have all the information here, yet. But apparently, there was a break in last night on the seventh floor of the building. The thieves somehow broke the main latch on the door and got in. Ms. Riya was alone in the house at that time, and apparently raised an alarm. So we can assume, that in a frenzy the thieves strangled her with a belt lying around the house, while they attempted to escape.”
“…”
He continued, “The screaming alarmed the neighbors and two of the three thieves were caught and detained. They are in our custody at the moment. The third one managed to escape.”
The burly guy offered me some water. As I gulped I could think of nothing else but my world shattering around me. I saw that the ambulance was nowhere to be seen.
As if sensing my uneasiness, he went on ”We were waiting for someone to identify the body. We talked to her parents and they’re already on their way along with, I guess, your parents. They informed us about you and I had to check your story before getting you to identify the body.”
I could sense beads of tears forming on my eyes. In a span of 12 hours, my whole life had turned around twice. I found a girl who was interested me, and now she was dead.
“Were you two very close?”
I didn’t know what to say, so I chose to ignore that question.
“When and how did this happen?”
The cop lifted up the sheets of paper in his hand again and began reading.
“The coroner’s report states that the time of death was between 11 and 11.30 last night. The cause of death is fracture-dislocation of cervical vertebrae owing to the victim being strangled by the perpetrator”
He then handed over those sheets to another policeman standing next to him. And then resumed…
“We also have CCTV footage that shows the perps entering the building’s lobby at around 10.56 in the night. We again have them leaving the victim’s house at 11.12 PM when the other neighbor’s caught up with them.”
I felt a huge lump forming in my throat as my eyes began swelling up all over again. This was when something struck me. I fumbled around for my phone that I was holding before fainting. The burly constable held it out for me.
I noticed that the portable charger had given it enough juice for me to be able to switch it on. And I did.
As the phone switched on, I saw several missed calls from my parents and a bunch of unknown numbers, which I assumed, were Riya’s parents. I then went to my Facebook messenger and saw my conversation with Riya, it was all still there.
I furiously scrolled all the way to the top. Right to her first message…
It read “Hey!” and the timestamp said “Saturday 11.11 PM”
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