At first play, I was terribly confused. The 10-second video was just a plain shot of by closet door.
“What the hell?”
I quickly realized the problem. My sound was off. I turned up the volume and restarted the video.
A gut-wrenching, hideous sound filled the frigid air of my bedroom. It sounded like the squealing catfights that used to wake me up in the middle of the night back in my apartment in LA during the dripping hot summer nights when I had to sleep with the window open. Making the soundtrack even worse, was the accompanying sounds of pounding and scratching upon the inside of the closest.
The video came to an end after 10 seconds. I sat numb on the foot of my bed with the laptop lying across my thighs and the trickle of sunlight that had been giving my bedroom a cool blue glow dying all around me.
I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do. My mind was reeling. Fear, suspicions, helpless accusations… It was as if they were all fighting each other at once like some kind of mental Royal Rumble.
I slowly worked my way through the traffic jam of thoughts in my head to remind myself that what I had watched was actually just the preview of another video. I still had to find the full fucking length version.
It wasn’t easy, but I was able to locate the video after searching through a maze of horrific porn sites.
The length of the full video was little over a minute. Looking back now, I don’t know how I made it through the whole thing.
The video started with the seminal image of my closet door being pounded and scratched upon to the tune of stomach-turning shrieks and wails. After the initial 10 seconds I had already watched, the camera panned back and you could see a heavy padlock wedged in the handle of the closet, keeping it shut despite the best efforts of the person who was inside.