Creepypasta Corner

The House In Perth

On January, 2nd of 2014, a man on 4chan that went by no name other than Anonymous decided to commit suicide. He left the site, and this world, with nothing but these words posted on /x/. I'm taking a huge fucking risk in posting this because if this is real, I'm going to have a God-damned nightmare on my hands too. I'm already going against this man's wishes by letting this out, but I figured that this story needs to be known...

So I'm committing suicide soon after the recent events that have affected my life so profoundly /x/. I usually lurk on /pol/, but after the last few weeks I've decided that you guys are probably the best to explain this "curse" to, and hopefully find an explanation for this. To be fair on you guys, I'm going to die anyway, by my own hands or whatever it is that is getting closer to me. I'd rather die by my own hands however.

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I'm 27, an accountant, married, no history of psychological trauma and am considered by most people to be "the nice guy" who "makes everybody laugh" as it is, so please take this into account as I'm not some 16 year old emo kid who wants to kill myself on a daily basis, but I'm just over whatever the fuck this is that is haunting me. Whatever it is, it means myself and my family harm, and I feel the only way to end this curse if by ending myself.

Basically it all began 2 weeks ago at a friends party. He became a police officer about 3 years ago, but this is the first time I've been to a "policeman's party" as it were. We all had some drinks, chatted and had a good time. However, I made the stupid mistake of asking one of the police officers what was the most fucked up thing he's ever gone through while on the job, and oh how I fucking wish I didn't ask that question.

They all gave each other a "we better not tell him" look, so I riled them on and asked them to tell me. They were all pretty drunk by this point, but my guess is they otherwise wouldn't have shared it. They told me that they haven't told anybody this story due to the nature of it (and it probably being a liability on their employment).

They told me that two of them were on patrol and came across a dilapidated house, absolutely run down and destitute. They got out of their patrol car and investigated for a bit, seeing some furniture inside but all the windows were broken, and had to immediately leave on an emergency call, but they would soon return. After their shift ended, a few of them returned to the house and entered through the broken windows. They shouted out to declare they were police officers, but no one answered, despite hearing a thumping sound inside the house. Please remember these are 30-40 year old policemen with many years on the beat, so they've seen some fucked up things. What they told me next made pretty much everybody listening, including the police themselves, uneasy as fuck.

They walked through the house trying to find the source of the thumping sound, making their way through the destitute home full of rubbish and waste, almost like it had become a squatter's refuge. They neared the rear of the house where the noise was coming from and pulled their weapons, entering the room.

The guy telling the story at this point kind of looks down at the floor with a emotionless gaze; I knew he wasn't trying to scare me or shit me around at this point, as the other cops there who had attended looked pretty uneasy too. "We walked into the room and saw something in the corner, it looked like a naked, abused young girl with long black hair, but was facing away from us. Her back was purple with bruises and her hands hung by her side, long nails and scratches up her arms."

Suddenly the police officer went silent, whimpering a bit and taking a strong swig from his glass of whiskey, the rest followed and reminded him he shouldn't tell me the story. "No, I need to tell somebody about this, I'm over not knowing if this shit was real or not, fuck it. We all walked towards the little girl and she turned around, her face looked like it had seen months of decay, but she was somehow alive. She let off this gurgling sound and let off the wail of a baby, but she was... man... she was like 12 years old, how does a kid that old let off a sound like that?"