He wrote about a “scary guy with the face mask”.
A roommate I had in college was a strange guy. This guy came from the other side of the country (I’m US). He went out at all hours of the night, never showed up for class, slept during the day, and drank more energy drinks than is healthy. His parents were worried about him, apparently, and hired a PI to trail him.
“They kept talking about whether or not they should kill me or let me go. I convinced them to drop me off as long as I promised not to say anything to the cops.”
“There were fingernail scratches on the insides of the doors. The old tenants used to lock their toddlers in the closets for days.”
“Her face comes into focus. Half of it is cover in burn marks and blisters, and the other half is charred. The final detail come into view. This part with haunt my thoughts forever. Her eyes, dear god her eyes. They were black. Black as night. “
An elderly woman calls 911 to report a creeper who knocked on her door, and proceeded to skulk around her home. Unfortunately, 911 doesn’t get there in time.
Just hours after he posted it, he was shot dead.
They were like zombies, but instead of eating her flesh, they’d walk up and say something dumb to her.
One that has haunted me for years and has been the cause of many restless nights.
I sit beside her grave during my lunch break every damn day. It freaked me out at first, but I got used to it. It even started to feel normal. Like I was where I was meant to be.