If you decide to film yourself sleeping, think twice before doing it, or better get this idea out of your head.
It happened seven years ago. At that time I was an ordinary freshman in college. Frankly speaking, it’s not even my story, but there’s nobody else to tell it. There was a fellow-student, a girl. Straight-A student, pathologically honest, the pride of her parents, well, you know this type. She was my second cousin or something like that. In general, a distant relative from another town. Her parents rented a small studio in our city where she lived quietly. But one day, on the weekend, a strange thing happened. At first, I didn’t pay any attention to it but as it turned out later, I should have. I remember that day and that hour perfectly, as if it was just yesterday: she came to me at nine o'clock in the morning, wiping her tears, shaking with sobs and couldn’t calm down. Only forty minutes later she settled nerves and was able to tell me what had happened .
As it turned out, she had a secret hobby: reading horror stories, watching all sorts of creepy videos, and stuff like that. Before going to sleep she set the camera in front of her bed and fell asleep, hoping to see something unusual. Then she began to tell something strange. I had an idea that without parental control, she may have abused some substances, but I’m telling you, now I'm very sorry that I didn’t believe her.
Long story short, she copied the video from the camera to the laptop and started watching the filmed material. At first, she simply tossed about. Then, according to her story, she just turned away from the screen for a couple of seconds to whisk a fly away or something like that. When she glanced back at the monitor, she, as she put it then, “felt chills”. On the video she raised her head and looked into the camera "with a surprised expression on her face." She described it as "eyes wide-open, eyebrows raised (but perfectly smooth forehead) and a sort of playful smile. "An interested cat, when seeing something tasty in person’s hands, watches like that " - she said . The most unusual thing in this face was that pupils were wide, so wide that the iris was almost nowhere to be seen.
She kept watching from the screen this way for a few minutes, without blinking and moving. My real sister almost thought that the laptop froze, and the frame stuck, but then she noticed something that was just impossible. At that time she had dark and short hair, and one of the top strands of hair was of bright purple color. But now she saw this strand somewhere around the neck of her other self who was looking from the screen, which was simply impossible, because her hair was too short. That is, as if her head was laying quietly on the pillow while something else looked at the camera sitting on top ... Before she continued her story, my sister stuttered and trembled for a few minutes, asking me whether I’d think she was crazy if she told me everything, and whether I’d tell anyone else. Of course, I gave my word that nothing like this would happen.
As soon as she thought of this strand, something happened that caused all this hysteria.
She swears that everything was as follows: her your own face that was looking into the camera for ten minutes without moving and with wide pupils, just in a couple of seconds stretched vertically, her mouth opened unnaturally wide (she said that a fist would fit there easily), and her lower jaw slid aside, forming with the face something like the letter C.
She immediately closed the player and (now she continued to talk through sobs) saw that this dreadful wry face was set as a wallpaper on her desktop. She rushed to delete it and noticed that all the images had been replaced with this rubbish. And she said that in all the files instead of music there was some hiss, with a barely discernible unnerving thud in the background.
I told her then that she needed to calm down, and he decided to go to her place and check her computer for viruses. She immediately agreed and we went to her studio. Everything turned out to be the way she had told me: those terrible pictures were on the desktop. Honestly, at first I also got scared, but gave no sign - someone had to handle the ongoing situation. Then I thought that someone from the "well-wishers" had photoshopped her face and sent it to her - you never know, envious and malicious pranksters should always be taken into account. Overall, for half an hour I was busy with her computer and removed all these scary things from it. She said later that nothing else similar ever appeared.
About a year passed after, and nothing unusual happened. She gave up all her experiments with paranormal after the incident. It would seem that this story was over. But after a while she called me, and in a broken voice told me that it was back. At first I didn’t even get what she meant, but she reminded me about the video and pictures. This time she had been at her friend's bachelorette party, and then she was showed photos from the party. She said that in all the photos where she was, that face appeared again - surprised, with a faint smile and huge black pupils, despite the flash, and the fact that everyone on the photo, except for her, had red pupils.
That time I waved aside and decided that after the incident she had problems with nerves. I said that she shouldn’t pay any attention to it, that these pictures wouldn’t hurt her. And at that time I was really into one girl, and I had no time to listen about stuff that had been so easily resolved last time. "If you don’t like the photos, delete them and relax" - I said before saying goodbye.
I describe this incident three years after the events mentioned above. I didn’t do anything then and went out with a girl, which I strongly regret now. A few days later my cousin was found dead in her own bed. She had completely gray hair and, as everyone who saw her says, her horror-stricken eyes were almost round and her face was covered in dried tears. The door to her small apartment was ajar. At first we all thought that someone had broken in, but all was in order and there was no sign of a struggle. The door was scratched and opened from the inside.
I was thinking about what had happened and I couldn’t sleep for a long time. To some extent, I became paranoid, I began to think that something might happen to me too. Six months ago, she was buried. And yesterday I received a photo from that party from an unknown address. She was looking at me with huge pupils and grinning ...
