The Nelson Experiment – Part 1

“You can’t be in here!” my boss screeches at me.

“I was just exploring,” I exclaimed. I didn’t know they were hiding such things.

“Go home, now!” my boss says. I, being a good intern, leaves very swiftly. I got in my car and got out of there as fast as I could, not looking behind me. There was a long road trip to where I was going. I don’t know what I saw, or why that is even there. Let me explain, I’m interning at a local research facility, they research human behavior and habits, they watch people closely, do social experiments, things of that nature, but what I saw, I never expected to see anything like that.

I’m sorry that I’m leaving you all on edge, but I don’t know if I can give out what I saw, I’m contemplating it right now. So many questions I have to ask, who do I even ask? I think I’m gonna go and contact a government official that I know. He would know, he would know what I should do.

I’ve been in this damn car for over an hour now, why does my mom live so far? Why am I even going to her house? I felt my instincts take over me. I felt like I had to go to her house and tell her what’s going on. I’ve got to confess, she thinks that I am learning to be a sound engineer, when it’s quite the opposite. Like I said, I’m interning at a research facility, she told me I shouldn’t, yet I did anyways. I’m sorry, but it’s time I confess to her.

My gut starts to twist and turn the closer I get to her house. She’s been calling and texting and I’ve just been blowing her off, telling her I’m busy with college. I feel so bad about all of this. As my wheels turn into her driveway, I get one last moment of anxiety, but I brush it off and put the car in park. I get out, walk up to her door, and knock. She opens the door and I am greeted by a huge smile and a hug.

“James! I am so happy to see you! What are you doing here so late at night, though?”

I took a huge breath and said, “Mom, I’ve got something to tell you, but before I say it, just know I am extremely sorry.”

She gasps and asks me, “Oh no, what’s going on James?” I start to feel nervous and anxious again, but I know I’ve got to tell her. Before I can take a word, she pulls me out from the cold and tells me to take a seat on the couch, so I do.

“Mom, I went to work at the research facility you told me not to work at. I know you’re gonna be mad at me, but I am sorry. I really think it’s the best for me.”

She has a surprised look on her face, but she finally says, “Well, honestly, I don’t want you there, I’ve heard about what they do,
but, if it’s what you want, go right ahead.” I’m leaving out the details of what I saw, I don’t want her worrying.

After that discussion, I finally asked, “Can I sleep here tonight?”

My mom, with a joyful face, says, “Of course you can! Why wouldn’t I let you?”

In a joyful tone, I say, “Thank you mom, I’ll have to leave in the morning, though.”

She says, “That’s fine, as long as you don’t leave before the sun comes up.” After a couple hours of me and her talking about random topics and playing some board games, I finally go to sleep on the couch.

I wake up in the middle of the night to headlights outside of my mom’s house. They’re aimed directly at the window, as if someone is parked in the driveway. I shrug it off and assume that it’s someone making a u-turn or something, and close my eyes. After four long minutes of having my eyes shut, the car finally leaves. I have no idea what that was about, but I’m going to find out in the morning. Something was off and I know it. I don’t know who would have been here this late at night, though. I’m hoping it was some person just sitting on their phone, maybe turning on their GPS, but I’ll find out when I wake up, I really need to go back to sleep. I set my alarm earlier than usual and I finally shut my eyes and fall back asleep.

I wake up around twenty minutes early and immediately rush to the camera system, it was a GMC Escalade, black in color, tinted windows and headlights, something was wrong. All of a sudden, four men in suits stepped out and started to circle the house, until they finally got back in the car and left. I’m really starting to worry.

I guess it’s time to tell you about what I saw. I really don’t want to tell you all, but it’s about time I do, for your sake and my sake. I was just exploring the whole building, when I stumbled across a room labeled “95824014. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY!” It confused me, it was kind of hidden back behind this weird curtain. To my astonishment, the card I was given as an intern, worked on this door. Seemed their security wasn’t the most well thought out stuff.

I finally entered the room, the first thing I saw was a boy, a very young boy. He was sitting inside of a cage, watching a TV. On the TV, horrific things, clips of different events, beheadings, 9/11 jumpers, terrible, monstrous things. The boy looked to be about 8 or 9. He had huge black circles under his eyes. He had blood all over himself, almost as if he had been eating something. The blood was not fresh, dried up, he had nothing but a pair of boxers on, he hadn’t noticed me yet. He finally noticed me and looked at me. The very second that my eyes connected with his, my vision went black. What I saw though is another story, his eyes, pitch black, his teeth looked as if they were sharpened, they were very pointy and yellow. He muttered out the word “help.” Then, my boss came in the room and grabbed me by my neck and slammed me on the ground outside of the room. He told me to go home and I ran as fast as I could. Here we are now.

I’m starting to think I should try and help this boy, I don’t know why. He would be the stereotypical definition of a demon. What if they were contacts? What the blood is fake, as well as the teeth? I hope so. He is a boy no matter what. He asked for help. He is clearly in pain. I’m still so unsure whether I should go back and try, but I think I am. I need to contact my friend first, though. My phone suddenly rings, it’s my friend Nelson, he works for the government.

  • I love creepy pasta’s

    please make part two soon lol, i can’t wait