Movements

Ever get that feeling that you are being watched? Or do you see things in the corner of your eye? I do, all the time. What makes it bad is that I know what causes the feelings. Let me start from the beginning.

It was early July when it all started. It was 11 a.m., and I had just gotten back from the bathroom. I had forgotten my phone next to the sink, so I went back for it. I found it on the showers floor. I was almost positive I hadn’t left it there.

I dismissed all of it as an illusion of lack of sleep. I went back to my bedroom and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I woke up the next morning. I had that feeling. I was being watched. I couldn’t find my phone either. That was until I spotted it in the middle of the shower, right where I found it the night before. After that I knew something had to be wrong.

The rest of the day was a mixture of both fear, paranoia, and anger. My phone kept leaving my pocket, only to be found in the shower once again. What was this?

Eventually I got tired of all of it. I thought of a plan. I would set up my phone recording the entire night in my room. I started to clear everything off my phone so I would have room for such a long recording.

When I went to bed I started recording from my phone. I put my phone in a place where the camera could see my entire room.

The next morning, I woke to find my phone unsurprisingly in the shower. To my relief it was still recording. Time to find out what was happening.

After watching nothing but me sleeping for 3 hours, I was about to give up, when it happened. Out of the corner of the lens something red moved by. Fast. Very fast. Then the entire video blurred. The next thing I knew, the video was just the shower ceiling. The rest of the footage was just that.

I went back to the red blur. I freeze framed it just right. What I saw was terrifying. It was a red humanoid with no arms. It had red skin, and appeared to have no mouth. It was looking directly at the camera with its bloodshot eyes.

This thing is still here. As time went on its “pranks” have been more and more violent. Last night I woke up with scratches on my legs. This morning I found a dead pig in my kitchen. I think it’s going to kill me soon. I don’t think I have much time. I can feel it looking at me as I’m typing this. I need help. Please send help. Its been a year since the recording and I have tried everything. I have moved, changed my name, and even dyed my hair and wear colored contacts. This thing is still after me. Please hel_!:$_$kabaiskshsksjsjos