But anyway, yeah. Busy. Haven't really checked my flist much lately, responded to comments as much as I would like, or done my usual internet things. However, yesterday I found time to read a scary story over on reddit, and guys. GUYS. Like, I am an atheist and a skeptic and all that, but I scare myself so easily with paranormal stuff, it's dumb. And I knew - I KNEW - while I was reading that I was going to have a fun night, and boy howdy. This is the first chapter, and warning: there is some very graphic violence and imagery in the first two chapters (like, I read and write a lot of horror and I was taken aback), so if that's not your thing, then avoid. But if you like scary stuff and creepypasta and the like, then I can't recommend this highly enough.
'Cause last night? I was rill scurred for rill. You never hear more noises in your house than when it's late at night and you're staring bug-eyed into the dark, sheet up to your chin, trying to hear noises. I eventually got up and turned my computer monitor back on at 3:30am after laying there forever just getting more and more freaked out. UGH. So I'm feeling okay now - sorta punchy - but I'm really going to feel it this afternoon, because I got like three hours of sleep.
AND I JUST OPENED UP A TAB TO KEEP READING THIS THING. I AM THAT DUMB. (It's so scarrrrrry though.)
(Someone else will end up reading it and be like, bzuh? This isn't scary at all!)