CHILLS
5.
So...over the last 7 months, I've been working for someone I responded to on Craigslist.
Well, I'll just explain everything.
This seems like an appropriate place to post this.
I was scouring the internet for some sort of paying gig, I didn't really care what.
Then I came across a post on Craigslist, I had just refreshed the page and there it was.
Someone was looking for a person to come by and feed their pets.
I assumed they were going out of town or something.
So I contacted them and left my number through email.
I got a response immediately in the form of a phone call.
The caller was a man, who explained to me that he was moving out of town, and his parents
had cats they wanted fed daily.
I gave the man my name so he could run me through a cursory background check, and in
about 20 minutes, I was hired.
I went there the next morning you to get all the instructions and whatnot, and
met the man I'd spoken to on the phone.
His name was Ben.
Ben explained to me that he would no longer be able to care for his parents cats, and
that his parents needed to focus on themselves, so I was being brought on to take care of
that.
The money would be left on the kitchen table at the end of every week, $200 a week (just
to feed some cats, I know right?).
In addition to that, money for more cat food would be left for me as needed.
Then he told me the first thing that I thought was strange.
I was to come at exactly 10:00am every day, and be gone by 10:10am.
And I was to never, under any circumstances, to interact with his parents.
He told me that when I'm in their home, they will be in their chairs in the living room,
watching television, and that I was not to disturb them, ever.
He asked if any of that would be a problem, to which I assured him it wouldn't.
He then showed me the area in which the cats eat (there were 4 cats), and where the food
was kept.
While not rude in the least, he was very adamant that I not explore further in the house, to
which I assured him wouldn't be a problem.
He ushered me outside and showed me where the spare key was in case the door was ever
locked, but he told me that was very unlikely to happen.
And with that, he expressed his hope that I could be trusted one last time, shook my
hand, and told me to be there at 10am every day starting tomorrow.
If I was ever unable to make it, call and leave a message on their home phone, to which
he gave me the number.
I shook my head and was on my way.
The next day came, and I went inside at exactly 10am.
I walked into the house, and immediately to my right were Ben's parents, sitting in
recliners, facing away from me, watching some kind of game show.
I announced my presence, which they ignored, and made my way to the kitchen.
I fed the cats bowls and left.
This exact same scenario played out countless times over the next few months.10am, unreturned
"hello", feed the cats, leave.
On Fridays, I would pick up the small stack of $20 bills from the kitchen table.
It was the easiest job I ever had.
Then came the inevitable: one day, I was running late.
I got to the house at 10:08.
I entered and apologized to Ben's parents for being late, to which I once again got
no response; they just kept sitting in their chairs watching their game show.I went to
the kitchen and fed the cats.
I looked at my phone, which read 10:11.
And walked down the hall towards the front door.
When I reached the living room, I jumped and gasped out of shock.
Ben's parents were now standing in the dark behind their chairs, completely still, staring
directly at me.
I apologized for running late and got out of there.
Though unnerved, I went back the next day on time, and everything was fine.
A few more months went by of nothing strange, and then came the last day I was there.
I got there at 10:03, but wasn't worried because I knew I could be out before 10:10.
The problem came when I was in the kitchen and I heard someone whisper the words "Help
me.".
It startled me, and I jumped, looking around for the source of the cry for help.
I saw no one around, but I heard it again, and then a third time.
I began looking around, before realizing I was running behind.
I looked at my phone and it was 10:10.
My heart sank to my stomach when I looked down the hallway and saw Ben's parents for
the first time in the light.
They were grossly emaciated and pale, looking completely malnourished, They were essentially
walking skeletons.
I apologized for taking so long and said I'd be on my way, but they just stood there, blocking
the way to the front door.
I said I would take the back door, which was located in the kitchen, but when I went to
open in, it required a key to open from the inside (seriously).
It was at this point that true panic set in.
I looked behind me, and the parents were now about a half a foot away from the entrance
to the kitchen, and I had nowhere else to go except what I presumed was a door to a
pantry.
The had blank stares across their faces, and their eyes looked as if the life had left
them a long time ago.
In a last ditch effort, I went to the door that I thought was the pantry, and found it
to lead to a staircase leading into a basement, with, of course, no light.
As soon as I opened the door there was a horrid stench that washed over the otherwise clean
air I was standing in.
I carefully went down the stairs and looked for a window, but they were all nailed shut.
I happened to look back up the stairs, and the parents were now standing next to each
other at the top of the stairs.
It was truly horrifying.
I pulled out my phone and called 9-1-1, not knowing what else to do, and when I explained
my situation, they said they would send a car out immediately, and to stay on the phone
while they connected me to the unit en route.
I ran into the dark basement using my phone as a light.
It didn't provide too much illumination since I was in the middle of a call, but it
was just enough.
There were racks of junk that lined the basement, separating it into almost aisles.
I went down down to check if any of the windows were possibly loose (like I'd be that lucky).
Then I turned around and shined the light in front of me, and I was inches away from
the parents' lifeless-looking faces.
I let out a scream and ran in the other direction, and tripped over something, sending my phone
flying from my hand.
Of course, it landed face down so I couldn't find it.
I ran back up the stairs and into the kitchen, looking back and seeing the parents standing
at the bottom of the stairs, with slight grins on their faces.
I ran down the hall to the front door and flung it open, screaming when I saw the cop
standing right in front of me.
He asked me if I was the one that called as I pushed past him to get outside, and told
him I was.
I looked in the window and saw the parents sitting in their chairs, watching their game
show.
I explained that these crazy old people had trapped me in their house and were chasing
me around.
The cop went in to talk to the parents and look around while I sat in the cop car.
He came back out about 5 minutes later and asked if I was sure someone was chasing me.
I said yes, I was absolutely sure.
That it was the two old people that lived there.
He informed me that the people that lived there, the people in the chairs, have been
dead for quite some time.
I asked what the smell in the basement was, and he said there was another body down there.
Backup showed up.
I gave them my statement and explained how I'd been coming there every day for months
and months to feed the cats.
I told them to call Ben, the homeowners' son.
I gave them the number, and it was disconnected.
I found out a few days later that the body in the basement was Ben.
What I don't get, is who's been paying me?
4.
My wife and I have had the same mattress since we have been married.
It is lumpy, dips horribly in the middle, and isn't large enough now that our daughter
sleeps on it with us.
I know, that's dangerous and not recommended at all.
But when you go six straight months without more than an hour of sleep at a time you eventually
cave in.
With that being said I am always on the look-out for a good deal on a king size mattress and
yesterday I found one.
$125 for a new set, and not a cheap one either.
Incredible, right?
I thought so too so I called the guy up and asked if it was still available (you know
how sometimes they advertise something really cheap because it doesn't exist).
To my surprise it was so I set up for my wife and daughter to go out and take a look at
5PM.
I would have rather just gone myself instead of dragging my cranky daughter all the way
into Downtown but my wife is pretty particular about the firmness of the mattress so I had
to make sure it was comfortable for her.
Brian, the guy selling the mattress, said to call when we were on our way so he would
know when to meet us at the storage site.
I called but it went to voicemail so I left one and also texted him to let him know we
are on our way.
The whole drive there my wife and I are chatting happily about how great it will be to finally
have a new mattress and have our own space in the bed once again.
My daughter likes to sleep at a bit of a diagonal so that her hands are touching mommies shoulder
and her feet are touching my leg.
It is very sweet and cute but also incredibly uncomfortable because I have to sleep on the
knife's edge of the bed in order to not crush anyone (dad's out there I am sure
you can relate).
Fortunately the traffic isn't too bad yet so we make it right on time.
I HATE being late to appointments.
It is just so unprofessional and inconsiderate, you know?
I get out of the car and unstrap my daughter so that she can enjoy the cool breeze and
point to all the new things she sees while we wait for Brian to arrive.
After about fifteen minutes I walk into the office of the storage facility and ask to
see if Brian maybe works there or if the receptionist knows anything about him.
She told me that he works for a home staging company for when people try to sell their
homes.
That is why we can buy the mattress so cheap!
It is unpackaged and set up so they can't resell it in a store.
She assured me he was a great guy and was probably just running late due to traffic.
I was glad I talked to her because I was still having a few doubts about why the mattress
was such a good deal but his line of work made a lot of sense.
My daughter and I walked around some more, singing songs and feeling the brick wall of
the building and the nylon threads of the American flag swaying in the breeze.
She is a very happy, sweet girl and loves to feel new things so I didn't notice how
much time had passed until my wife popped out of the car and asked what was going on.
Forty minutes had passed!
This guy was ridiculously late.
I handed off my daughter so that I could call him up and see what the deal was.
"This is Brian."
"Yea, hi, this is Steven.
We had a 5PM meeting to look at a mattress.
Where are you at, bud?"
"Oh yea ok I am thirty minutes away, I'll be there soon."
Now as you know I hate being late.
I also hate when others are late.
"Seriously?
It is 5:35PM and we agreed to 5PM, Brian.
Don't bother, we are leaving."
"I told you to call me when you were leaving so that I knew you were coming, this is the
first time you are calling me so now I am coming."
WHAT?!
"Look, Brian.
I called you when we left our house and I left you a voicemail.
I texted you to let you know we were on the highway.
We agreed to 5PM and you stood us up.
I dragged my daughter and wife out here for no reason and now we have to fight traffic
to get back home.
Thank you for wasting our time."
I hung up before he could get another word in.
I was furious.
Who sets a time to meet but then doesn't show up until the person calls?
Clearly this guy wasn't a real businessman.
He called me right back but I ignored it.
We needed dinner and showers, we had routines to follow or this baby was going to be up
all night.
He texted me right after trying to justify his reasoning, telling me I was foolish for
not wanting to wait around to save so much money on a $1000 mattress.
Obviously this guy didn't have kids.
I added his number to my spam list so that I wouldn't get any more calls or texts from
him and apologized to my wife for wasting our evening.
I work two jobs to make enough for the bills and we don't have much time together as
a family.
I feel like a bit of a failure but my wife always reassures me, thanking me for working
so hard.
Still, I can't shake the sadness I feel when I come home late and barely get to spend
any time with them so I was extra frustrated with Brian for wasting one of my only free
evenings.
Of course traffic was awful heading back out of downtown and there were two car accidents
because why not add insult to injury?
My daughter was starting to get fussy so I was singing all her favorite songs and making
silly faces to keep her occupied.
It took over an hour to get home but once we hit the driveway everything was forgotten
and we all smiled.
Home at last!
We went through our normal routine of dinner and bath time and instead of turning on the
television I just played with my daughter until she was ready for bed.
It was a nice change of pace.
I can't believe how big she is getting!
The alarm went off far too early for my liking but I got up and did my best to crawl out
of the dip in the bed without arousing anyone else.
Got dressed, packed a lunch, ate a quick breakfast and I was off to work.
The day was pretty uneventful which was nice because I couldn't keep my eyes open easily.
Normally I get a few calls from my wife during the day and at least one picture showing our
daughter doing something silly or new but I didn't get any of that today.
I knew they had a few plans to go to the petting zoo and story time at the library so I didn't
think much of it although I did miss my daily picture.
Wednesday is always a special day because it food pantry day (at first we were just
embarrassed but we try to make the best of it by guessing what dessert they will give
us)!
The generosity of people in our area is so amazing.
They donate all organic foods, even organic meat.
I usually make it home before my wife is done at the pantry so I tidy up the house and get
ready to go out and grab all of the bags full of food.
I kicked off my work boots and put my lunch bag away, cleaning up a few dishes in the
sink and washing down my daughters' high-chair tray.
As I headed into the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes I stopped dead in
my tracks.
There, in place of our small, lumpy bed was the king sized mattress on a simple bedframe.
It even had sheets on it, nice ones.
A few tears gathered at eat eye because I realized why my wife never called me today.
She was busy surprising me with a new bed!
She must have found Brian's ad on Craigslist and went up to meet him on her own while I
was at work.
What a wonderful woman she is!
On the bed was a small, white card.
I rushed over to it, flopping onto the bed and taking the card in my hand to read.
"Dear Steven, I hope you like the mattress.
Don't worry about payment, I already took what I needed.
-Brian" What the hell?!
I sprang up off of the bed and went to my phone, calling my wife.
No answer.
No problem, she is probably wrapping up at the food pantry or driving home.
She never answers when she is driving.
I waited fifteen more minutes before calling again.
She is never this late from coming home.
4:15 at the latest and it was already 4:30.
I called again, straight to voicemail.
I tried not to panic, tried to let my imagination run wild but I couldn't help it.
Was she in an accident?
Is she stuck in traffic?
Please answer!
After another twenty minutes and no response from her I drove over to the food pantry and
found the managing volunteer just before they closed up for the night.
"Hey Terry, was my wife here today?"
"Oh, hi Steven, no she never came today.
I was a bit surprised myself but I thought maybe you finally found a better job and didn't
need to come anymore."
I drove home much faster than the law or safety would dictate praying that her car would be
in the driveway, but it wasn't.
I tried calling one more time with no luck.
Sprinting around the house I searched for anything strange or missing.
That is when I noticed the picture frame on our nightstand.
The picture was torn down one side, leaving just me.
Tears started flowing down my face, coating my phone as I dialed 9-1-1.
Just a quick update/answer of various questions from the comments:
First, thank you all for your concern.
The local police and I are doing everything we can to try and locate my family.
I will let you know as soon as I hear anything positive or negative regarding the case.
Secondly, I understand that CL can be shady.
I have dealt many times with buying and selling without ever having an issue for many years.
Please understand I am in a difficult financial position right now which is why I even looked
around for a mattress on CL.
We go to a food pantry every week, so yes times are tough.
I can only do what I can do.
So far we are unsure of how Brian found our home or got in.
There was no signs of a forced entry and no record of anyone calling or texting my wife/her
calling or texting anyone over the course of the day outside of actual contacts saved
to her phone.
She received no e-mails either.
Our neighbors did not notice a moving truck or anything similar come by during the day
but obviously something had to have come by.
Still no idea about that either.
UPDATE 2 The police have put out my wife and daughters
picture to try and get the word out.
I went up to the storage facility to try and talk to the receptionist but it was a new
woman today.
She looked up storage units owned by a Brian and there was not a single unit.
Can you believe that?
Over 1400 units and not a single Brian.
I mean, it's a common name!
I feel like something is getting covered up so I'm coming back later to snoop around on
my own.
I also unblocked the number and tried to call but all I get is a disconnected number message.
The police are trying to track it to a house or business but they aren't telling me much,
which worries me more than anything else.
Oh and since so many have mentioned my family being in the mattress: the police took the
mattress as evidence.
They checked it inside and out for clues.
They are not inside it.
For those asking for some proof, since the police took most of it I only had a chance
to snap a pic of the note and torn picture 3.
Last year when I was moving from my apartment to my house, I dropped my box with my laptop
and it was damaged beyond repair.
I definitely didn't have the money for a new one, so I went on Craigslist to find a cheap
deal.
After hours of searching for one that was decent and affordable, I found a Windows 10
for only 25 bucks.
I was astonished, and emailed the owner right away in the hopes it hadn't been bought at
such a good deal.
I was in good luck because they miraculously hadn't sold it yet.
I was ecstatic, and when I went to pick it up, I asked the man why he was selling it
for so cheap, and he said his sister had recently passed away, and they were cleaning out her
house, so they were selling different things from here house.
It didn't creep me out too much that I was using a dead person's computer, but I felt
weird that they were giving up her belongings so quickly.
I brought the computer home and was so excited to use it I plugged it in right away and it
started loading after a minute.
It was crazy.
The computer was in perfect condition, not even a scratch, and was loading surprisingly
fast.
When it started up, the background popped up and it was a pitch black screen with 3
letters in white that read EMX.
I didn't know what it meant, but I supposed she had worked for an obscure company.
I wondered if she had cleared her files off the computer, and, being the nosy person that
I was, checked the "on this pc" tab for files.
I didn't find anything at all until I checked the documents tab.
There were just 3 items there.
The first item read: Case 322 experiment
I clicked the first item open and up came a summary of their little "experiment" of
"Case 322."
Case #322 Notes: Case suffers severe schizophrenia and
depression, and experienced frequent hallucinations and paralysis.
We will be experimenting with treatments for her unique and unusual case.
*It should be noted that the case is extremely violent, has been speculated at most violent
of all cases.
Constant murder/torture threats.
Surprising detail and graphic descriptions for someone at such a young age as her.
That was the end of that item.
I was horrified at the fact that it appeared they had given me a computer formerly used
for children's neurological experiments.
Being the curious person I was, though, I decided to keep reading on.
Biggest mistake of my life.
The second item read: Safety/concern?--forewarn
I opened the file and it appeared to be a list.
Safety concerns of Case 322 It should be noted that those chosen for experimentation
on Case 322 shall be of utmost high standard, and serious precautions must be taken.
Case 322 has been involved in the following acts:
1) The murder of her entire family.
2) The murder of 4 civilians during an escape from her home.
3) 2 bank robberies.
4) Over 200 death threats toward figures of authority, police, guards, doctors, therapists,
teachers, school staff, and others.
5) Writing a death note to a classmate.
6) Pulling out her own hair from her roots and eating it.
7) Pulling her teeth out and stabbing herself in the eye with it.
8) Over 20 suicide attempts including hanging, overdose of drugs, self inflicting shots with
a firearm, jumping off the top of a building, and stabbing herself.
9) Attacking a police officer and nearly killing them.
As expected, this is not a full list of offences, but are the most prominent.
When conducting experiments DO NOT leave case unattended and do not take eyes off of her.
Keep keys to experimentation room out of her parameters and make sure she is restrained
in straitjacket through the whole process.
Have guards on duty at ALL times of experimentation.
And that was the end of that file.
I then understood they weren't dealing with a normal messed up kid.
They were dealing with an serial killer.
A psychopath.
I was sick to my stomach at this point.
Why did this woman have such a private matter on an at-home computer?
How did her family not know about this?
Why was she dead?
The third file read: Experiment-documentation
Day 1: Case 322 fought and screamed until sedated.
She is surprisingly strong for her stature and for being of only age 14.
Experiments went well, not much progress.
Day 2: Case 322 stabbed a guard in the eye with a bobby pin.
Case is no longer allowed hair utilities.
Case is to have head shaved to prevent it being used as a noose or strangle/choking/suffocation
weapon.
After proper sedation we found a serious neurological phenomenom in her brain, most likely the cause
of her issues.
Day 3: Case 322 woke up from sedation during experiments and played asleep as she slowly
attempted to escape from restraint.
Patient sprung up in middle of experiment, tackled a doctor and broke their hipbone before
being restrained by guards.
Doctor to receive compensation.
Sedation will be amped up several milligrams and restraining methods are to be more advanced.
Day 4: 2 guards and a nurse were killed in a escape.
Building was put on lockdown.
Case was found hiding in a cleaning closet.
Day 5: Experiments are becoming increasingly more dangerous for the team.
We are debating the end of the experiment for safety reasons.
Case 322 is by far the most severely- and please excuse my improper tone- messed up
and psychotic case ever speculated by our team.
Day 6: Case 322 is no longer allowed fingernails.
Day 7: I know I am about to die.
But if I am going to die I am going to make sure these last few things are documented.
She killed the rest of the team.
I am hiding in my locked office, but she is close, I can hear her footsteps.
We never figured out how to treat this phenomenom.
This is rarely ever, possibly never said in this field, but this case is absolutely helpless.
There is no cure.
She is a lost cause.
She's picking the lock right now.
If my family ever finds this, I love you guys.
And Case 322 is out there somewhere.
She's in.
Goodbye world.
:(Ijopd jnidmk,ln bas hvasdsfd, . This is "Case 322."
Well, that's what they call me.
I killed this piece of trash, bleach blonde waste of life.
She's dead.
If her family is reading this, I enjoyed banging her head against the desk until she died.
I love watching the life drain from my victims.
And good luck ever finding me.
I'm dropping her laptop off at her house so they can't use it for evidence.
I know where she lives.
And I'll find you too.
And it ended.
I shut off the computer and went straight back to the man's house.
I asked him how his sister died.
He seemed taken aback by the question but answered saying she was murdered.
I gave him the computer and showed him the files.
We turned it into the police station and there has been an ongoing search ever since.
Everyone in the area is told to keep doors locked at all times.
Keep on the lookout for the girl.
She is out there, somewhere.
They still haven't found her.
I still have no clue what EMX is.
The only thing that really still keeps me paranoid is the ending.
"And I'll find you too."
Honestly, based off the description of how crazy she is, I can't tell you I don't believe
her.
2.
I live in a four bedroom apartment downtown, after graduating college, myself and a couple
of bros from Omega Pi Epsilon went halfsies on a cheap place.
There's me, David, although everyone calls me Tripp because I have a third nipple.
Ok, not really, but I do have a mole near my left nipple that the guys call my trip
nip.
There's Chad, who we call Captain Ahab because that dude is obsessed with bigger girls.
Preston, or Little League got his name because my man sleeps with a baseball bat in the sheets
with him, says it's for "home security" but all he's ever done with it is get super
drunk and hit beer cans off the roof.
Lastly there's Duke, who is known only as Squirts, unfortunately for you the history
of that name is classified Omega Pi Epsilon knowledge.
We just graduated pretty recently, and none of us really have savings or jobs that make
that much money.
Little League's dad has been bankrolling him for a while, but he refuses to chip in
any extra on the bills we split, so the budget is exteremly tight.
That being said, we've managed to turn our little shithole of an apartment into a nice(ish)
bachelor pad.
Captain Ahab's brother worked at a bar that closed so he hooked us up with several choice
neon beer signs.
I had a pong table that I bought from Spencer's a few years back, it doesn't light up anymore
but it still has a pretty cool neon design.
We have a few bean bag chairs that we got from the rec room at school when they changed
out the furniture.
The only thing we didn't have was a couch.
That's why I turned to craigslist.
I know, getting a couch off of craigslist is a little shady, but we're balling on
a budget.
I found a few couches for sale, but they were all ugly old lady couches, when I switched
over to the "free" page though I found something perfect.
A blue suede couch for free, only about a half hour away.
I called the number listed and confirmed that it was still available, the man I talked to
was super chill, even offered to bring it over to our place since he was planning on
taking it to the dump anyway.
About an hour later this big pickup pulled up, I could see the blue of the couch poking
out under the tarp.
The guy I spoke to on the phone introduced himself as Bill and helped me unload it into
our living room.
Nice guy.
I gave him a natty light for the road.
We've had the couch in the living room for a few weeks now.
It's pretty comfy and the blue kind of matches the blue tint of the biggest beer sign, which
is pretty sick.
I was sure that the next time I brought a chick home she would totally dig the atmosphere.
The only problem is that our living room has this funny smell to it now.
After investigating I realized the offensive odor was coming from the couch.
At first I thought that maybe it was just the smell of the previous owner's house but
it seemed to be getting stronger.
It's been cold outside though so we've been cranking the heat, I brushed it off as the
various smells of four bachelors sitting on it with their sweaty balls.
I'm pretty sure captain Ahab f*cked that big girl who's been hanging around on it too,
so that probably didn't help.
I've been febreezing it as much as possible, hoping that it would cover up the stank , and
it does for a few hours but then the smell comes back, stronger than before.
A few nights ago we had a party.
Tons of people.
Not as many chicks as I had originally hoped but there were a few hotties and a few sixes
who quickly turned into eights after several drinks.
I picked one who seemed mildly interested and partnered up with her for pong.
Bad call.
She couldn't chug, kept gagging, so the other team kept scoring on us and I got wasted after
a few rounds, although the jaeger bombs in the kitchen aftewards probably didn't help
much either.
I don't know if I scored with Amanda?
Ashley?
It started with an A, or an E. Erin?
Whatever, I'm inclined to believe that I did not however because I woke up face down on
the beanbag chair.
When I opened my eyes, hungover as shit, I rolled over to see Captain Ahab sprawled on
the couch, leg over the back.
It looked like even if I didn't get lucky Captain did, there was a huge dip in the couch.
I decided to grab a shower.
I stumbled to the bathroom and peeled off my "Omega Pi Epsilon Gets It On, Flip Cup
Champions 2015" t-shirt, shorts and boxers before jumping in and turning on the water.
I was the first one up so the water was still hot.
It was nice, really nice, so nice that I spent longer than necessary in there thinking about
Erin?
Emma?
(Eh whatever) that I (maybe?) hooked up with.
When I got out I grabbed a towel and dried off my hair before toweling my arms and legs
and wrapping it around my waist.
I brushed my teeth and gargled, spitting or the water I checked the mirror to see if I
looked hungover.
I did.
I grabbed a leftover drink from last night, I think it was mine, it was in my pimp chalice,
and took a big chug.
Don't judge, a little hair of the dog never hurts.
Then I headed out to the living room where Captain was sitting up groggily.
"Hey big fella."
I said softly, "Shut the f*ck up, Tripp."
He moaned holding his head.
"Eww dude, what the f*ck is that?"
I asked pointing at his arm, it was covered in splotchy red marks.
"what?" he muttered, holding his arm or to look.
I noticed it on his face as well.
"f*ck man, I don't know."
He grumbled before standing up.
"shower free?"
"yeah, go wash that stank off of you."
I laughed before downing the rest of my drink.
I figured that there must have been some detergent or something on the couch that caused the
rashes so I went over to it to see what I could do.
It looked like someone had spilled a drink or two on the cushions, either that or Captain
Ahab pissed himself.
Lifting up the cushions to see if the covers came off for washing I realized they were
heavy as hell, soaking wet.
I wondered what happened the night before, maybe we got a little crazier than I realized.
As I tossed the cushions on the ground the smell was overwhelming, worse than it had
ever been.
I looked underneath the cushions at the back of the couch and was overwhelmed with nausea.
Crawling underneath the cushions near the crack of the couch were a couple dozen maggots,
wriggling and squirming across the fabric.
Overcome with disgust and stomach filled with beer, redbull and jaeger I went to the bathroom
and vomited.
Pro-f*cking-fusely.
Nastiest shit I think I've ever seen.
I shouted at Captain through the shower curtain, downed a bottle of Gatorade (gotta keep up
those electrolytes, son) and threw a t-shirt on over my nose.
I put the cushions back on the couch and propped open the front door.
Captain threw on clothes and met me in the living room, together we lugged the stinkiness
out of our apartment and to the dumpster.
About halfway there we heard a thud and the couch got a lot lighter.
Looking down at the ground we saw what was smelling.
Laying on the parking lot pavement, sprawled almost at my feet was a goddamn human body.
We threw the couch down and booked it back inside.
I've called the police and they haven't managed to identify the body nor what it died from,
but they didn't say that it looked like a murder, more likely natural causes.
The post on Craigslist has been removed and I passed along a description of the guy who
brought over the couch and his phone number to the cops, although they say that it appears
to be disconnected.
After the police left, Captain threw up and and said he needed to lay down.
I'm kind of worried about the guy, because he's barely left his room the last few days
and the rashes seem to have gotten worse, blistering even.
He doesn't have health care either since his dad lost his job last month and Little League
refuses to help pay for him to go to the hospital.
Anybody know what he could have?
Before we get to number 1, if you've ever been curious as to what I look like in real
life, then follow me on Instagram @dylan_is_chillin_yt, with underscores instead of spaces.
I also have Twitter @YT_Chills where I post video updates.
I'd really appreciate it if you followed me and feel free to send me a DM if you have
a questions or suggestions.
If you'd like to see more of these videos in the future, then hit that subscribe button
because I upload a new scary video every Thursday.
1.When my friend told me that he hooked up with a random girl from Craigslist.
I thought he was insane, but I'm sure most geniuses sound crazy.
Even after he attributed his great night to luck, I still felt inclined to try it.
After a couple days of browsing and a couple drinks too many, I posted my first ad.
I gave out the details and some flexibility just to insure I get something tonight.
I started cleaning up and I checked the time.
"hey man, I posted my ad.
Just to be safe, what should I do?
I don't wanna give out my address and shit to some serial killer or something, lol" f*ck,
I hate cleaning.
I straighten up some more until I hear my phone vibrate.
"definitely call her so you can make sure it's a girl and you might be able to tell
if she's hot, lmao. let me know when she's on her way or whatever, I'll call you to make
sure everything is okay, cool?
Enjoy, bro."
Before replying, I decided to check my email to see if anyone replied.
The spam is easy to weed out thanks to me asking for a specific subject.
After 4 emails of "can you send pics and a number?"
I finally got the email I've been waiting for.
Pretty woman in her mid 30s cheating on her neglectful husband; potential sob story, but
I'm not the one to mediate things like this.
I called and we talked for a few so things weren't as awkward when she got here.
"she's on her way.
I'll see you tomorrow.
;)" I hurried to the kitchen and made some drinks and added some final spruces to my
place.
After 30 mins of terrible anticipation and increasing horiness, my phone vibrated.
"I'm outside what door were you?
(:" Opting for safety, I decided to just meet her outside and lead her in.
I did a quick double check in the mirror before heading out, but when I did, it made it all
worth it.
Who knew beautiful women like this looked for anonymous sex on the internet?
All negative thoughts left my mind when I grabbed her hand and they were quickly replaced
with dirtier and dirtier ones when I led her into my apartment.
I made some drinks while she sat on the couch.
We made some idle conversation, mainly about how often we do this and blah blah.
"Surprisingly, this isn't my first time doing this," she told me almost breaking down.
Instead of prying more, I just advanced the convo and asked her what all she likes to
do.
I managed to slip in that it was my first time doing this.
She kissed me and asked me for directions to the bedroom.
I got up and reached for her hand.
When I turned around, I noticed she was looking in her purse.
I guess she didn't notice me because she was looking for a while, but she smiled reassuringly
when I told her that I already had condoms.
We laid in bed and took each other's clothes off, but she suddenly got up and went to the
bathroom.
"Could you get me another drink please?" she called out from the bathroom.
"Same thing you were drinking?"
I walked out and laughed at craziness of the situation.
I don't know what compelled me to look through her purse, but I'm glad I did.
I walked back into the room right as she came out looking worried and asked if I could call
her cell phone.
Of course, I happily obliged and while she looked for that, she asked me if I could grab
her purse from the front room because she had a surprise for me.
"Hey, is this you calling me?
This isn't the same number you gave me," she laughed.
"Oh yeah, my friend told me to do that for Craigslist until we meet," I said as I grabbed
her purse.
"Really, why?"
"He said it's because you really, really shouldn't trust people you meet on the Craigslist,"
I replied as I locked the door.
Thanks for checking out this video.
Be sure to subscribe because I upload a new scary video every Thursday.
Or if you're still not convinced, here are some of my other videos that I think you'd
like.
Enjoy!
For more infomation >> CÁCH GIẢM CÂN NHANH CHỈ BẰNG MỘT BẮP NGÔ LUỘC MỖI SÁNG - Duration: 10:35. 
For more infomation >> The National for Thursday April 13, 2017 - Duration: 1:00:02. 
Không có nhận xét nào:
Đăng nhận xét