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6/30/2025, 6:24:40 AM
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> be me again
> it’s been almost a year since Devil’s Gut
> still live in the same nowhere town
> tried to forget what happened
> never told anyone but grandma
> nobody would believe me anyway
> we don’t talk about it anymore
> railroad spike stays on my nightstand
> weird stuff still happens sometimes though
> wake up with dirt under my fingernails
> once found leaves in my bed that weren’t from any tree nearby
> sometimes I *hear* that baby crying again
> even in broad daylight
> once heard it while I was at the gas station
> thought I was going insane
> then I saw a deer watching me from across the road
> just standing there
> completely still
> eyes still human
> even blinked
> one night, mid-September
> get a call around 11PM
> caller ID just says "UNKNOWN"
> don't answer it
> they leave a voicemail
> just the crying again
> then static
> then my name whispered in that same garbled voice from the shack
> chills.exe
> delete the message, turn off phone
> not even 10 minutes later
> get a knock on my window
> not the door
> the window next to my bed
> flashlight’s already in hand
> go to peek through blinds
> see *me* standing outside
> same hoodie, same face, even holding my flashlight
> except the smile is way too wide
> jaw is loose, unhinged
> eyes too big, like stretched
it lifts the flashlight up and shines it at the window
> but it’s not a flashlight beam
> it’s just complete *darkness* pouring out
> like it was *replacing* the light around it
> back away and grab the spike
> by the time I look back, it’s gone
> window has a smear on it
> like a handprint, but longer fingers, six of them
> tell grandma the next morning
> she just sighs and says, “I think it remembers you.”
3/?
> be me again
> it’s been almost a year since Devil’s Gut
> still live in the same nowhere town
> tried to forget what happened
> never told anyone but grandma
> nobody would believe me anyway
> we don’t talk about it anymore
> railroad spike stays on my nightstand
> weird stuff still happens sometimes though
> wake up with dirt under my fingernails
> once found leaves in my bed that weren’t from any tree nearby
> sometimes I *hear* that baby crying again
> even in broad daylight
> once heard it while I was at the gas station
> thought I was going insane
> then I saw a deer watching me from across the road
> just standing there
> completely still
> eyes still human
> even blinked
> one night, mid-September
> get a call around 11PM
> caller ID just says "UNKNOWN"
> don't answer it
> they leave a voicemail
> just the crying again
> then static
> then my name whispered in that same garbled voice from the shack
> chills.exe
> delete the message, turn off phone
> not even 10 minutes later
> get a knock on my window
> not the door
> the window next to my bed
> flashlight’s already in hand
> go to peek through blinds
> see *me* standing outside
> same hoodie, same face, even holding my flashlight
> except the smile is way too wide
> jaw is loose, unhinged
> eyes too big, like stretched
it lifts the flashlight up and shines it at the window
> but it’s not a flashlight beam
> it’s just complete *darkness* pouring out
> like it was *replacing* the light around it
> back away and grab the spike
> by the time I look back, it’s gone
> window has a smear on it
> like a handprint, but longer fingers, six of them
> tell grandma the next morning
> she just sighs and says, “I think it remembers you.”
3/?
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