Story 22

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                          This story is about OCD


I cannot escape this hell that I was placed in. No matter how hard I try it just won't come clean. Let me explain it started out so simple. I had just woken up and made my breakfast before I start to eat I had to make sure everything was clean. I have always done that because I cannot stand things out of place and stuff dirty as I was cleaning the dishes. Something else, drew my attention papers were scattered all over the floor. Glass was broken and I had to fix what was broke but the more I try the more the mass becomes more intense. Because the more I clean the more dirty the room becomes

And my books on my bookshelf become out of place. The more I try to put on by the way they were the more out of place they come. But it does not stop there the deeper I get into my cleaning frenzy the more disturbed I become. Then I noticed the kitchen so filthy so nasty dishes covered in filth. The floor covered in dirt and grime the smell of animal piss and shit fill the room. And I become to realize I do not own a pet. As I finish cleaning my kitchen and make my way into the restroom the walls covered in feces. The sink covered in dirt and hair and in the shower was mold and scum the smell was unbearable. The more I scrub the more I clean it just will not come clean. The more I disinfect the more I scrub the worse it is

Oh this hell that I was placed in just keeps getting worse and worse and it don't stop there. I soon make it back into the kitchen so tired from scrubbing the shower. So I figured I'd make myself a drink oh how wrong I was as I open the fridge everything was rotted and putrid maggots and flies everywhere. And the stench so foul it just makes me want to puke but the more I try to clean it all up. I just see more filth that has to come undone. The more chemicals I use to clean this mess it's just not enough for I cannot win. For this mess has worsened. My mind has been brought down even if I do clean it up it just keeps getting filthier I just can't take it anymore. It is like this filth is mocking me and then I noticed my body covered in dirt. How are you tried to scrub and scrub it just won't come off the dirt will not come clean I am losing my mind. So I continued to scrub every inch of my body until there's nothing left to clean and I become a raw husk of a man

The more I scrub myself it just won't stop the dirt the grime. It's just unbearable I have scrubbed myself so much I have started to bleed so much scrubbing it does not even hurt anymore. For I cannot get clean as I as I sat there in the shower all the dirt and grime and mold surrounds me. And as I thought my pain was gone I had thought horribly wrong. I have noticed something Burrowin out of my skin for the love of God is coming out of my flesh. Cockroaches dozens of fucking cockroaches. I don't know how don't know why but they keep coming out a lot bye the more I do to stop them. They just keep getting worse as they come out of my body and onto the floor covered in my own blood and flesh the pain is unbearable. For there is no stopping this hell that I'm in and then when I thought it would not get any worse. Magnets started wiggling in mind wound I tried to cut them out with a knife but they are in today. Is there no stopping this madness from happening

As I think to myself just yesterday I was a normal man living a normal life. But now I am reduced. To a monster that just will not stop cleaning my mind is beginning to break for I am not human anymore for what humanity I had left. Is now gone I can still hear them digging and wiggling in my flesh and more begins to hatch as I'm through scrubbing myself I tried to continue cleaning the mess that was once my beautiful home. But now this is not my home anymore but hell itself days have wind by is still no prevail because I am trapped for all eternity in my dirt covered hell.

But let this serve as a warning to you to those who love to clean for life is a cruel mistress. That cannot be controlled just, see me you will grow old without the worry of dust and mold because the more you do the worse it gets. Just don't throw a fit because those 0CD will wind up drowning in it


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