I Found An Old VCR And I Think It's Possessed: Here's My Evidence
Creepy

I Found An Old VCR And I Think It’s Possessed: Here’s My Evidence

Be careful of what you find on the street.

A humiliated expression appeared on Walt’s face as he looked down at the table and muttered “Well, that was unnecessary.”

“Wanna say that shit to my face, bitch?” This was Mr. Marshal himself speaking; a guy who was at least six inches taller than me and, as previously mentioned, a total douche. I turned to see him sitting a mere two tables over and, caught off guard by the sight of him, my tired mind could think of no other way to respond.

“You’re a douche?”

For some reason this made everyone laugh, which was almost as shocking as the look Brett was giving me. I turned back to find Walter still looking down and half-smirking as he shook his head. “You’re a dead man.”

The day was a bit of a blur after that, everything around me seemingly set to half-volume as I did my best to go through the motions. I went to the rest of my classes and filed away my syllabi in their respective folders and nodded when it seemed appropriate. The bus-ride home was spent listening to music on my phone and avoiding all the awkward stares. Once I was back at my house, I went straight to my room and promptly passed out…

Related

About the author
When Joel isn't writing creepy-ass short stories, he can be found scripting and acting in subversive comedy sketches on YouTube. You can follow Joel on Twitter or support him on Patreon, if you're into that. Follow Joel on Twitter or read more articles from Joel on Thought Catalog.

Learn more about Thought Catalog and our writers on our about page.