❝𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝❞creepypasta investigation

weird...⁽ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ⁾

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

ᓚᘏᗢ-taken from my research book

I have been inactive lately, not just because I had nothing to write about, but because I was scared... weird things have been happening in our house.

It all started after a particularly heated argument with my family. That day, as tensions simmered, our ceiling light fell, crashing to the floor just inches away from where we had been standing. It felt like a warning, a dark omen that something was very wrong.

Days passed, and the atmosphere in our home grew heavier. A door slammed shut suddenly, though there was no wind to stir it. The glass on it broke, and in its wake, a heart-shaped mark of the glass stayed—it was a reminder of the fight my boyfriend and I had earlier that day. He had threatened to leave me, and I could sense the anger and despair clinging to him. But it wasn't just the tension that unnerved us; he claimed to feel a presence. Something cold and unyielding seemed to grab him, pushing him away from me, as if it were trying to drive us apart.

My mother, a skeptic by nature, dismissed our fears until she saw it herself. Late one night, she witnessed a tall, slim figure lurking in the hallway, its shadow stretching unnaturally long under the dim light. Panic gripped her, and she rushed to me, only to find that our door had opened and closed by itself with a resounding thud, as if something sinister were taking its final bow.

As the days dragged on, the incidents escalated. Objects would move on their own, whispers echoed through the halls, and the temperature dropped inexplicably when the figure was near. We tried to rationalize it—stress, paranoia, maybe just old pipes creaking—but deep down, we knew what we felt was real. The uneasy feeling settled in our stomachs like a stone, an ever-present weight that warned us to be cautious, to tread lightly in our own home.

One night, as I lay in bed, I heard a soft voice call my name. It was a gentle whisper, laced with an eerie familiarity. I followed the sound, my heart racing, leading me to the hallway where my mother had seen the figure.This entity was toying with us, using our fights, our doubts, and our pain as fuel for its twisted games.

And on the night of my birthday, my body failed me, as i fell into paralysis. And the faceless one appeared, right there in my dim lit bedroom. His featurless face came closer as i heard his voice in my mind say. "Happy birthday my dear, i'm sorry, that's the only way i could contact you".

So... was it him all along?

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺