Her time began on the 26th June 1966. I refer to her not by name, as by this point she is no longer the person i grew up with. My sister was long gone. By now the thing that lived in that house, lived within her too. it took her while she slept, crawling in from the dark.
I can feel it now as I write this to you. I can feel it close, its hot breath on my neck.
My sister welcomed it in, through the cracks and the scars- through the wound that would never heal. Although the fall from the 5th floor of our apartment building killed her well and truly, I am not convinced that such a thing would kill this creature.
I can hear it sometimes, in the dark, pacing from foot to foot. It does not seem interested in me.
Not yet.
But it is only a matter of time till it takes me. I do not know when, but I am sure that it will be soon. Although I am not certain of the amount of time I have left here, there is one thing I am certain of- I shall not see the light of day again, not as i see it now, untainted and pure.
My sister died three years ago on the 30th November 1966. I remember the horrible cracking sound as her head hit the pavement below and the spreading pool of blood that followed so quickly after. To be honest I thought I would have followed sooner, but now I can feel the time aproaching. The gravity tugging at my chest, calling at me, "Come on. Jump. Just jump."
Not long now.
I guess I am trying to explain to you the events that will either follow or will have past you reading this letter. And when you find me, dont think of my suffering, just think and know that i was ready. Ready for death. Ready for my time.
And when you do find me, you should be ready too. You will see it come. Creeping in while you sleep.
The thing from the rot.
YOU ARE READING
From The Rot.
HorrorThere's a thing in the apartment. It took her sister. Crawling out from the rot.
