post-punk for postponed suicides
Amazing. Everyone should watch it.
Edward Norton and Feiruza Balk? Come on.
I guess since we’re getting close to Halloween I can tell ya’ll about something that happened to me when I was 16.
About four years go, I lived in Gilbert, AZ. My house was pretty nice, we had a pool, a big living room, just a big house really. Where we lived, I had the bedroom furthest from everyone else in the house. You literally had to walk down a corridor to reach my room which was on the opposite side from the rest of my family. This was alright with me cuz I had these giant windows -an I mean huuuuge- to the left of my bed that led outside and it was mad easy to sneak in n out whenever I wanted to cuz nobody could hear me. I would even watch movies full blast cuz it was so far it just didn’t disturb anybody.
I’m pretty sure it happened in the summer. I had gone to bed as per usual. Watched TV for a bit. Went online. Same shit different day. Eventually I shut off all my technology and just called it a fuckin night.
At around three am I woke up to the sound of a baby crying. Now from the sound of it, this kid musta been about 3 or 4. Like not old at all. And it’s comin from the middle of the road outside. So I get up thinkin like, “Oh shit some kid musta got out of his house and like…got lost or somethin.” It was just weird y’know. So I always keep my blinds closed cuz I’m paranoid of wakin up to someone watchin me sleeping. So I walk up to one of my giant ass windows and I open up a blind and take a peek at the street.
I can’t see shit. There’s nothin out there. Just a few light posts and some cacti. The crying goes on for a few more seconds and then stops. I figure this kid’s a little further away than I thought and I just can’t see him and his parents musta heard him or somethin so I crawl back into bed. I’m a lil worried about this kiddo out in the street but I’m also fuckin tired and he had stopped crying so I figured he was okay.
I close my eyes and pull up the covers and try to relax but I’m nervous and I don’t know why. All of a sudden the crying starts again except this time it’s not in the middle of the road. It’s walking. I can hear the sound of this kid but he ain’t crying as much as he’s almost like…wailing? Anyway, this kid sounds much closer now. Like it’s walking down the road toward my side of the neighborhood.
Well now I’m a lil freaked out.
Ain’t this shit ever happened to me and like what in the actual fuck because I can not be the only person hearing this and won’t some upstanding human citizen come outta their house and help this poor freaky kid.
So the crying/wailing shit subsides for a bit but now I’m on fuckin edge. I wanna look out the windows but I don’t wanna leave the safety of the bed. It literally sounds like this kid is out by my sidewalk.
Ain’t no way I’m sleeping anymore and I’m so far away from the windows, back to the wall, and there is no way I’m lookin out there right now because I am scared.
Sure enough not even ten seconds later I hear it. This time it’s right outside my fucking window. There is no mistaking this shit. It’s maybe four feet from my window, max.
I swipe the covers off my bed and get ready to bolt the fuck out and then something bangs fucking hard against my window and I hear this wailing scream super loud now and I leap off the bed and I RUN.
I don’t know if ya’ll have ever had to actually like RUN. Not run because you’re running and it’s like a race or a sport or shit like that. No. It’s “I’m about to fucking die from some demon ass creature outside and I don’t wanna go like this” kinda running.
So I bang down my parents door and of course I’m scared shitless and I’m stuttering. And I tell them what went down and my dad goes outside with a baseball bat an I’m standin at the front door like, “Dad be careful! Don’t go out there! Call the police there’s some shit out there dad forreal.” So he goes outside and checks and there’s nothing there. Like legit nothing.
My dad tells me it musta been a cat or something. A fucking cat. Says he didn’t hear the scream/crying outside at all. That shit was no fucking cat, I can tell you that right now. And it sure as hell wasn’t no kid either. I have no idea what that was and it still freaks me the fuck out to think about it to this day.
I don’t give a fuck I slept in my parents bed that night.
This is wolftea
Don’t dooooo it.
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