Horror Stories

"Smile..."

My name is Jax.
Age 25 and I'm living inside a unit on the 8th floor of a condominium.

The condo has a neighboring house to it that seems kinda odd because...

It's too quiet...

No one even comes out of the door
of that house but all of the people in the apartment know that there's someone who lives in there because every night, the lights turn on.

Now, here's the story.

One night, me and my friend, Tristan, were walking home, late at night, because of some paper works that were needed to be finished for tomorrow.

Tristan also lives in that condo and he lives beside my unit.

So we were walking and now close to the condo when suddenly,Tristan tapped my back and said, "Dude, look."

He pointed at the house and right inside the window is the owner of the house, smiling...

His face freaked me the fuck out because of that smile on his face.
It was too stiff and creepy.

His smile was so wide...

That smile was so wide that it was from ear to ear.

"What the fuck's wrong with him," I asked Tristan.
"I don't know, man. Just walk. Okay?"

So we got to our own units and thought it will be alright.

Guess what? I was fucking wrong.

I looked out of my window and saw him looking up to my bedroom's window.

Like, what the fuck is his problem!

Now I'm freaked out because he's still smiling at me.
So I called Tristan and said, "Dude, look out the window."

"Why should I?"

"Just fucking look! God damn it!"

"Why is he looking at me like that?"

what...?

"Dude. What did you just say?"

"He's looking at me... It's so weird..."

What the fuck!?
Now I'm legit freaked out!

"How the fuck can he look at you when he's looking at me!?"

"I don't know! How should I know that type of bull shit!?
.

.....................................................................
Dude, what's going on?"

"I don't know, dude! He's still looking at me!"

"......what......?
......he's still looking at you......?"

"Yes he is and he's giving me the chills!!!"

The phone hung up.

Huh?
Why did Tristan hung up?

There's something wrong and I fucking need to call the cops!

I ran down to the front desk, used the telephone, and called 911.

"Hello. This is 911. What seems to be a problem?"

So a woman picked up and I told her everything she needed to know about the situation.

"Okay, sir. We'll be sending some police on your location."

Ernesto, the Mexican guy on the front desk asked me what's happening.

Without hesitations, I told him the truth.

"We need to check the cameras, right now," Ernesto said.

So we walked up to the security room and talked to the guy in charge of the cams who's clearly the one who we needed.

So we checked the cams and there it was...

The guy was outside Tristan's unit and as soon as things got interesting, the cams blacked out and the guy already disappeared.

"Oh my god! We need to check Tristan's unit right now," I demanded.

"No, Jax. We need to wait for the police to check the unit. Probably they'll let you see what happened inside," Ernesto replied.

"Okay..."

So we waited for an hour or two for the police to arrive.

They went up to Tristan's unit and they were shocked when they saw what's inside.

There was blood...

Blood... everywhere...

Every part of Tristan's body was decapitated and it was in every room of his condo unit...

One of the cops approached me, gave me a piece of paper they found, and said, "You're also watched too. Aren't you"

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Ummm... We dealt with a case like this before... Well... I mean 'I' dealt with a case like this before back when I still wasn't a detective..." he explained.

"Open the paper," he requested.

Remember to always smile when you're sad and I'll be coming to end all your sufferings!!! ＼（○＾ω＾○）／

"Obviously, it's a death threat for you. Look, if you want to live longer, you need to move somewhere else, faraway from here... The last time that this happened was the same as yours but the friend of the victim stayed in this condominium and died later that night," he warned me.

Clearly I followed every god damn things he said to me so I quit my job, moved far away from that fucking place and moved to my parent's house.

Apparently, I'd find a better job on that place!

Tristan's family were told about the incident and they grieved for their loss and thankfully they didn't pointed the blame on me, they even thanked me for being with their beloved till his last moments.

Oh!
Do you think I'm happy right now?

No.

I'm still terrified and that fucking death threat is keeping me up all night, thinking that the fucking guy with the creepy smile might kill me anytime he wants...