GrUberfest '09 R.1 - Believe me now? (399 hits)
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Submitted by Forensic (View user info) at 2009-10-09 15:03:26 EDT
Everyone knows that the carelessly discarded sweater on the chair turns into a malevolent, soul eating creature in the half light.
Everyone knows that once the lights go out, the closet becomes a portal to hell and all manner of abhorrent entities arrive to carry you off.
Everyone knows that the eyes in the pictures on the wall watch every move you make, just waiting for your guard to fall so that you may be snatched up to take their place; conscious yet trapped forever.
And of course everyone knows that your older brother is consistently full of shit.
So why was it that Drake could never quite shake the feeling that maybe Justin was right? For as long as he could remember, Drake always had the feeling that something wasn't quite right. It really did appear that the sweater on the chair would breathe every so often as he lay curled up on his bed, the covers pulled up to his eyes that stayed peeled on the piece of clothing until exhaustion finally overtook him.
The closet? If his parents were to be believed, just because the light switch was flipped, didn't mean that unnatural things suddenly felt the need to take up residence in his closet. So why was it that sometimes, when he knew the closet door was indeed shut beyond any reasonable doubt, would it be standing wide open in the morning?
And yes, if the eyes in the pictures could actually see him, it definitely explained why he always felt he was being watched, even when he was alone.
Discovering marijuana was the best thing that happened to Drake. It allowed him to mellow out and sleep. It didn't however completely stop that persistent nagging feeling that his life hung in the balance and that one false move would bring some horrible creature to devour him. It just let him not give a shit. There were, of course, side effects. His marijuana buddies denied it though.
"Dude, pot doesn't work that way. Tweakers feel bugs on them and shit. Not us smokers."
He wasn't imagining it. Sometimes when he hit the bong before bed, he felt something touch him as he drifted off. It was disconcerting, but what was the alternative? Give up his only method for falling asleep? Fuck that! Maybe it was just how his body reacted to the THC.
Another great thing about pot was that it helped him deal with his family, particularly his brother Justin, who was still an asshole and tried fucking with his head at every opportunity. So when the holidays approached, he made sure he had plenty of weed before making the two state journey to his childhood home.
He was glad he slipped away and had a smoke behind the shed soon after arriving because Justin snuck up on him and grabbed his shoulders.
"RAWR!" he shouted, then laughed. "Hey, remember how you used to piss yourself when I did that?"
"Oh for fuck's sake, grow up."
"Just trying to keep you on your toes, bro. You don't want them to getcha, do you?"
He snorted at his brother to ensure that Justin would think that he had gotten over all his childhood fears. Silently, he wished to himself that it was the case, but honestly it was not. He could still feel the eyes wash over him.
Later that night once his parents slipped off to bed, he pried open the window in his old room and lit up a joint. As the tension from the day began slipping away, he set about preparing for bed.
Clothing properly put away and not thrown over chairs.
Closet door shut tight.
Pictures taken off the walls or turned face down.
With one more toke 'for the road,' Drake settled down into bed and let his eyes shut themselves on their own accord.
With the familiar hypnagogia came also the increasingly common feeling that something was touching him. Turning over, he purposely ignored it, not wanting to stop the approaching sleep. He continued to refuse acknowledgement even when the sensation became stronger and stronger. Finally when it began to feel too much like a hand on his ankle, he opened his eyes and sat up. Peering into the dark, he saw that once again, the closet door had opened and he felt a malevolent presence coming from the darker dark inside.
The 'hand' on his ankle gripped tighter.
"Oh shit. Oh fuck." he breathed.
As he began to frantically attempt scrambling out of bed, something yanked hard on his leg and began to quickly drag him off of the bed and towards the open closet.
As he screamed and clutched at passing objects, he became aware of another presence in the room just before his feet entered the closet.
"Believe me now? Bro."
User Reviews
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2009-10-14 16:03:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2009-10-14 12:21:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by ridiculous (user info) at 2009-10-14 11:52:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
If you could hear me then I would simply stand and applaud. Words don't even come close. Awesome.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2009-10-13 22:14:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-10-12 14:11:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Everyone knows that once the lights go out, the closet becomes a portal to hell and all manner of abhorrent entities arrive to carry you off."
EVERYONE knows this? I thought you and I were the only ones......
I love this story!
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-10-12 09:24:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I was just really drunk and for some reason it really pisses me off how everyone picks on him. I don't know why that annoys me, maybe because with every comment he makes it seems like he is bringing it on himself.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2009-10-12 09:07:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-10-10 12:36:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2009-10-10 03:40:16 WST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is kind of routine, but the telling overcomes the subject matter.
You are better than you think you are.
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And who the fuck do you think you are? Seriously go get a root. forensic is awesome. Get over you. No really that whole comment bullshit made me sick. Who are you? Who the fuck are you?
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He's Jack mother fucking McCallum. It's right in his user name. Duhhhh!
I didn't read this but for sake of not getting a torn a new asshole I'm just gonna rate it a 2.
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2009-10-10 13:44:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2009-10-10 13:38:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Heads up, babycakes. I gave it a +2. You want to play forensic's yappy lapdog and yell at someone, scroll down and yell at the guys who rated less than +2.
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Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-10-10 12:36:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2009-10-10 03:40:16 WST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is kind of routine, but the telling overcomes the subject matter.
You are better than you think you are.
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And who the fuck do you think you are? Seriously go get a root. forensic is awesome. Get over you. No really that whole comment bullshit made me sick. Who are you? Who the fuck are you?
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2009-10-10 09:25:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by peckerhead (user info) at 2009-10-09 19:11:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it. Good start.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2009-10-09 17:47:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I think I might plead the 'M. Night Shyamalan' and say that the story is whatever you want it to be.
Submitted by pandora (user info) at 2009-10-09 17:44:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That'd be so cool if Justin had one of his friends hide in the closet and do the ankle-grab.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-10-09 17:11:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2009-10-09 21:08:09 BST (#)
Ranking: 0
I hate you EI.
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oh thanks!!
Submitted by willartstorg (user info) at 2009-10-09 16:45:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Needs a higher rating.
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2009-10-09 16:31:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Needs a better ending.
Submitted by Flak (user info) at 2009-10-09 16:17:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
ok
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2009-10-09 16:12:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
And incidently, my brain was constipated. I'm serious, I was/am completely blocked. I mashed this out in a half an hour in desperation.
Feel free to rate accordingly. :/
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2009-10-09 16:08:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I hate you EI.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2009-10-09 15:40:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is kind of routine, but the telling overcomes the subject matter.
You are better than you think you are.
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2009-10-09 15:34:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
There's some great stuff coming out of this contest.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2009-10-09 15:14:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well done.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-10-09 15:10:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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