I was always someone serious and very skeptical, loyal to science; I believed that the thoughts of popular culture were quite backward and illogical, although it pains me to say it, my girlfriend was just another of the crowd.
She was afraid of almost all scary things but the most terrifying thing for her were the shadows, which I never knew why, I was super stupid but I still loved her very much until she died; It was my world and without her everything went to waste, the autopsy revealed that she suffered cardiac arrest while she was sleeping.
I will never forget her and I promised not to until one day they recommended that I play the Ouija board to be able to contact her. It sounds very risky and stupid since I would never have done it but just for this occasion I decided to put aside my pride.
I prepared everything as the instructions said and I got ready to play the Ouija board. I sat in the chair in front of the board that was lying on the table with my fingers quite tense on the pointer; I waited a while to be able to concentrate better when a cold breeze passed by my neck and the atmosphere became heavy since I had never felt this before.
-Jessie Andersen, Jessie Andersen, I want to communicate with Jessie Andersen -I said in an almost nervous tone, it didn't take long when the pointer was heading to the word 'hello', I became tense and I could feel how the temperature dropped further and more -you are my Jessie
-yes -the pointer indicated this word although I was not very sure if it was my ex-girlfriend who was answering me from beyond or some other evil entity was trying to deceive me, so it occurred to me to ask her something that only the two of us knew.
"Tell me what I am still today," I said.
-You are still arrogant.
I was stunned to find out that I was actually talking to my Jessie even though she was dead, after a couple of hours I decided to log off with a strange feeling in my stomach like what I did was wrong.
Despite that, the atmosphere became the same as before playing the Ouija board, I wanted to go to sleep but I had a feeling that someone was behind me, a breath touched my neck, it was calm and heavy at the same time, a cold ran down my back and It made the hairs of my arms bristle; I didn't want to turn around to see whatever was there and I tried to pretend to be asleep but it didn't work.
Throughout the room I heard footsteps as if that thing was running around, when I opened my eyes I jumped in fear when I saw the face of a rather rotten young woman, I tried to control myself and remember that that was the face of dead Jessie.
"You idiot, you shouldn't have done that," the woman said.
"Why, I see that it worked," I replied.
-They are here and it won't take long for him to appear. With that said, he disappeared, leaving me wondering who Jessie was talking about and I honestly don't know; maybe it was a dream.
When I got up the next morning I wanted to go to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and boy did I look finished; I had very noticeable dark circles under my eyes as if I had been awake all night and I felt very sick and even felt like my bones were hurting.
After scrubbing my face with the cold water from the sink, I looked at myself again and then I saw him, a black shadow watching me under the lintel of the bathroom door. I was so startled that I threw a bar of soap at him. This in turn bounced against the wall of the corridor but when I looked at the soap I got distracted and the shadow was no longer there so I thought it was just my imagination, the day continued normally except that inside the house the temperature was quite low and it was strange since it was warmer outside.
Maybe I have the flu so I decided to go to sleep a couple of hours later, in my dream I was actually in my room, everything was going normally until I heard a very strange noise; I got up to go to the kitchen as I went down the stairs I could notice how my shadow was getting longer and longer, reaching the ceiling.
I did not pay much attention to it, believing that it was some illusion of my eyes trying to adapt to the darkness, I then looked in front of me, fear took over me as I saw how a person completely in black devoured a man without features. facial expressions and you could see his guts coming out of his belly, he was in a puddle of black blood.
The person was totally focused on eating the flesh of the poor humanoid, he could still hear the repulsive sound of his teeth chewing the flesh of the subject; A stench of death filled my kitchen and I just tried to get out of there without the patient noticing that I was watching him eat, I stepped on some of the blood and slipped and fell to the floor; It was a big mistake, the person turned to look at me and now I was scared shitless, it turns out that he was not a human and he looked at me with those horrible green reptilian eyes.
His smile was stained with black blood and I could see that they were all fangs, which gave him a more chilling appearance
He looked at the corpse again and rummaged through it with his hand looking for something, managing to remove an organ and offering it to me. For my part, I looked at him with disgust and I ran down the stairs, locking myself in my room to call the police when I heard that man's footsteps. Being on the stairs, I gathered my courage, taking the gun to kill him if the bastard dared to attack me. The door burst open and I shot twice, terrified, and screamed in panic, but there was no one; I was quite disconcerted and my heart was beating at a thousand per hour until he entered as if nothing had happened, and I shot him three times in his head, but the bastard was still standing and without any scratches, which caused me even more fear.
"How the hell are you trying to kill something that died a long time ago," the being finally said.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU" I shouted in panic.
"They all say the same thing," he added. Now I could see him clearly, he was a young man of about 20 years old, more than 1.75 meters tall, his green reptilian eyes and his sadistic smile still remained, his cheeks had freckles and a red beard on his jaw since he had red hair, His skin was gray in color. He was wearing a purple sweatshirt as well as a black bandana around his neck, he was also wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans, and on his hip was a belt with a machete sheath and this weapon inside it.
"I am Julien the gloomy, I am the fear before you go to sleep, no one has seen fear and therefore what cannot be seen is eternal," said the young man while he stabbed me with his machete, then I woke up but I couldn't move, It was useless to try to do it over and over again, what I could move were my eyes that saw a corner of my room. It was there where I saw it, a person made of shadow devouring another from the abdomen; Then the being turned to see me and smiled psychotically, he got up from the ground raising his machete about to kill me. I am paralyzed and desperate to try to move being a victim of fear, I tried to scream but I couldn't say any words, Julien begins to become darker and a black aura comes out of his right arm, it breaks my foot, I begin to cry because of the unbearable pain and the same black aura begins to break the rest of my limbs so I was finally able to scream in pain.
"Don't worry, you can wake up from this stupid dream," he said, opening my abdomen with his machete, which caused me to bleed too much and I cried and screamed from the pain and desperation of knowing that I would soon die at the hands of this demon, maybe it was another dream like He said it and was trying to wake me up
- you might wonder why I do this, I... I hate shadow beings, when you look out of the corner of your eye at things that shouldn't be there, those are shadow people, basically demons.
"You eat them," I said, still in pain.
"Correct," he continued, "I'm not one of them, but I can have their skills."
-why are you going to kill me? "I kill humans who deserve it," he said, "brats who play things that attract people, shadow casts, bugs stick to their souls and reproduce through fear. DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THAT WITH THE OUIJA YOU WERE GOING TO BE ABLE TO TALK TO YOUR DEAD GIRLFRIEND, GOD YOU ARE PATHETIC AHAHAHAHA-Julien shouted
"How the hell do you know this?" I asked while vomiting blood.
-Yes, she died of a heart attack but you really want to know why she was
"God no," I thought when I knew what she was referring to
. "I killed her," he said without any hint of remorse, this son of a bitch was going to die for what he did to my Jessie. -DAMN SICK
-As I told you, I kill those beings that stick to the soul and she played many pagan things; whether they were silly games or not, the ladder game, bloody mary, the ouija and spiritualist sessions, it was chaos fighting so many of these demons at the same time but your friend of mine, you fell into the trap - Julien explained - I also had than to kill the summoners of any astral being or demonic entity and that includes children
"DAMN BITCH, THAT WAS MY JESSIE" I screamed.
"Yeah, no hard feelings, friend, I'm just the one who cleans and also the one who works under the command of death," he said, stabbing my neck with the machete, finally killing me.