Possess Me Macabre

The Video

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Estimated reading time: 3 minutes, 17 seconds

About ten years ago I was recently divorced and living alone in a one bedroom apartment. The place was clean and the rent was decent. It was one of those places that had a doorman, I felt safe here. I was alone and loving it, focused on my career and not my clingy ex-husband. Things were finally looking up for me. At the time I was working pretty late at the office and would often stumble into my apartment, sleep deprived in the early hours of the morning and wake up by 6:30, 7ish to start the day. I started noticing that in the morning my door would be unlocked sometimes, I usually dismissed this as my sleep dead brain thinking that the bed looked more appealing than locking the door. And another thing that I noticed after moving in was that I seemed to misplace things more than I used to, little things like a hairbrush or nail polish, that sort of thing. It wasn't really that big of a deal, just enough to be a slight annoyance in my day.

The more I lived there the more frequently I seemed to forget to lock the door, at first it was every once in a while then it seemed like an almost daily occurrence. More things went missing, things like pictures, shaving razors, and most disturbingly, my underwear. This went on for long enough that I started to get a little paranoid. I started to take the time at night to make sure the door was locked, I got into a habit of every night after I locked the door to turn the handle three times and say to myself, "it's locked, it's locked, it's locked." Time after time I would wake up and the door would be unlocked. One time I even tried staying up all night to watch the door, but I ended up falling asleep in my chair.

I decided that my mind was not reliable enough to stay up all night so I invested in a video camera. I went all out and bought the fanciest camera that I could get my hands on. So one night I set the camera up facing the door. I hid the camera under a pile if towels on the floor. I locked the door and went to bed.

When I woke up my apartment looked normal. Nothing missing that I could see. So I decided to check the footage. I had to fast forward through hours of footage, not seeing anything. I was just about to give up when I noticed the handle of the door jitter. Then it slowly crept open. A figure slipped through the half opened door and walked towards the camera. It paused. Looked around as if it was listening for something. Then walked forward into a direct view of the camera. I paused the footage, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck started to rise. I was staring directly into the face if the maintenance man of the building. I could see those big thick glasses and curly hair. I had no doubt who it was. I played the tape a little more. He looked comfortable as he walked around my apartment. Then he turned and walked towards my bedroom and out of view of the camera.

I didn't know what to do, sobbing, I called the police. I tried to explain over the phone but I couldn't. Soon enough, two officers arrived at my doorstep. I told them everything and showed them the tape. I remember seeing the blood drain from their faces. They promised me that I was safe, and that they were going to get this guy.

I needed to lay down but I didn't want to be alone so one of the officers offered to stand outside my apartment door while I took a nap. As I was laying in bed unable to sleep but too drained to move, something kept nagging at me. I payed there for a few minutes, tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable or rest. My mind was racing. Then a realization slowly washed over me and chilled me to the bone. We watched the tape and saw a man walk into my home... but we never saw him leave. I froze than started shaking. I needed to get to the front door. I sat up and looked around the room. I couldn't see anyone. I swung my legs over the side of the bed cautiously, my feet hit the cold wood floor and I felt warm breath on my ankles. I raced out of my apartment as fast as I could to the safety of the police officer. He called for backup. They found the man under my bed, clutching a knife and a Polaroid camera.

To this day I cannot sleep alone...