Don't say I didn't warn you
I found this recording in the house I moved into a few months ago, the tape it was on had fallen between the floorboards of where the bed used to be when I got here.I must say what was on it has frightened me so much I''m considering catching a bus out of here and never coming back.
Wasn't going to post this but I didn't feel right not telling this poor girl's story.
I never gave much thought about my death. I never thought something like would happen to me.
I'm recording this from the small gap under my bed. I can hear him.
He'd downstairs right now.
Hm, maybe I should back up quickly let you know what's going on.I like in New York, so I'm pretty used to random strangers saying weird things to me. There's so many people living here that you're unlikely to ever see the same weirdo twice.
Not this time though. The first time I noticed him he was in my usual morning coffee stop before work. I get there at around 8.45 every weekday morning, I often see a few work time regulars there like me but this guy he just didn't fit in.
He was sullen looking, he looked homeless if I'm honest. He was dirty and old looking. But he was just sat there with a cup of coffee so I paid little attention.
The next time I saw him, I was at work looking out of my office window at the bus stop in front of the building. And there he was.He must have been stood there over an hour without getting on a single bus, then a client rang me distracting me and when I looked back he was gone.
Now the third time I saw him I was done with the whole thing.I was just leaving work when I decided to do something unusual for me. I normally stick to the same routine. I get up go to Java's, go to work then catch the bus home.
That day I just felt like doing something different, I decided to take a walk around see where it led me. I wasn't stupid I wouldn't go anywhere I didn't know, New York's a big big place and I don't want to get lost.
Anyway I ended up finding a library not too far from the bus stop, As I was sitting down reading I saw him again. He was sat at the table directly in front of me. He was grinning.
Having had enough I marched up to him and demanded he tell me why he was following me.
In a dull husky voice he said `I'm going to kill you in 3 days, I'm going to follow you home. I'm going to find where you're hiding and I will rip you limb from limb but hey at least I'm warning you'
He smile grew larger than ever. I stood there dumbfounded. What do you do when someone says something like that.
I walked away as fast as I could and went home. I was too tired to deal with this. The next morning I called in sick from work, I did the same the day after.
So today's the day, huh? What the weird old guy said didn't seem that bad anymore he was probably just a crazy hobo who wanted to scare me, yeah that's it. I thought.
That day I saw him as I was on the bus, we drove past him and for a second our eyes met and he smiled. I decided to skip coffee today in hope of avoiding him but nevertheless when I got to work he was there looking at me from outside the window.
I knew I should have told someone, maybe called a friend or stayed at my parents house that night. I should have done something.
I figured that if I just went straight home after work made sure everything was locked and just huddled up in my room for the night that it would all be okay.
I was so stupid and wrong, I don't know how he got in I made sure twice everything was locked.
I think he's done looking downstairs I can hear him coming up the stairs.
He's talking I can hear him perfectly as if he's right next to me.
'Hiding won't do you any good, hun. I told you I'd find you'
Just then I felt a very cold hand grab my ankle as I let out a blood curdling scream.
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