In an afternoon, after I arrived from my work at the office, I poured me a drink of wine and sat down at the computer. I developed a drinking problem every time I arrived home from work, this started ever since that Phone call on the first case. I took a sip and opened up my site that I learned to make from a friend. I should call him sometimes.
Not expecting much traffic in my Site as it was very specific and not mainstream; spreading the word was not my intention in the first place. There were scandalous that would go in and out, usually just posting some Gore or other degenerate pictures and texts they can come up with. I just delete them after they leave, but these events are quite rare. Why would they be interested in abusing someone who does not care? I won't give them the satisfaction.
I was browsing and deleting past unrelated posts from people in my site. Until I noticed I received a message from someone. People in the past have messaged me before and they would usually ask to send a picture of my nether regions. I just ignore, delete and move on with my day. But this one took my interest.
Hello
Wassup
How's it hanging?
I was browsing the internet, asking some to help until this one guy from a forum told me to contact you.
Hehe
Yeah…
Sorry if I am awkward right now, Things has gone a bit bad.
I don't know what's going on, what is happening to people, they think I'm crazy. I can't even take a piss anymore when there's a mirror in the bathroom. You might think I'm crazy as well. I think I'm going crazy as well. But I know for a fact it's not a hallucination.
It started when some fucker bit my leg and when I pushed him away he looked at me like he saw a ghost.
I didn't walk for a few months and got stuck on a wheelchair after the operation to fix my leg.
Cunt bit a tendon apart.
But the fucker still insisted he doesn't know anything.
We took an autopsy and everyone freaked out. And they now start to think I was lying about the incident.
WHY THE FUVK WPULD I LIE ABOUT MY TWNDON BEING BIT1?
But they questioned me further about it and I told them everything and yet they won't believe me.
Ya know
But that was almost 2 years ago, I was just a sophomore.
So anyways, where was I.
Oh yeah, I need your help.
I don't know what's going on and this is getting crazy.
Please help.
It intrigued me to a certain extent. Why the police can't solve this and why me of all people. I took a sip from my wine and typed away. He was not online from what I can see so I left him a message like a deranged journalist would: full of question.
Hello
Thank you for contacting me
Where do you live? This is important.
Can you further expand on what you just said?
What did your autopsy report say? Someone died? Why was it shocking?
And that person that bit you and tears through your tendon.
What was the last expression you see on his face?
I didn't receive any reply for a couple of days. To be fair, I didn't expect much as these was the first time someone contacted me in the chat without sending or asking me a picture of my testicles. It went to the back into my headed, faded into obscurity.
Until one day when I got home, I received a reply from him.
Sup dude, how's it hanging?
I've been good, nothing out of the ordinary.
To be honest I was just freaked out last time.
I didn't really expecedt a reply.
[Redacted for privacy]
And to you third question
The time stamp said that it passed a few hours after the next message.
Sorry bout that.
Mom told me to do my chores.
Where was I?
No one died. WTF you mean?
OOOOOOHHHH, I just checked it and I'm sorry.
I meant x-ray.
Examination?
Procduere?
Dunno man, I don't know this medical shit.
Oh yeah that whack doctor examined my leg.
I am pretty sure they mixed it up with some animal bite or something to frame me.
I bet that fucker who bit me was the one who paid them to swap it out.
It showed that a it was impossible for a human to have bite marks like that and as a matter of fact they told me it was identical to a shark bite.
I have never even been near a shark much less the ocean.
IT'S bullshit I tell you.
I now have multiple stitch marks in my leg.
Some Girls dig that I guess.
But it looked ugly when it was new and fresh.
Like a fucked up strawberry pie.
I don't like strawberry pie tbh, they taste worse than they look.
But now I look at it, they do have a weird v shape bite marks.
Nah, fucker probably had multiple sharp tooth.
Do you think he was a vampire?
I mean he bit me.
He must be that weird?
Right?
His last expression?
Why the fuck would I remember what someone's expression was when they bit me? Especially 2 years ago?
I was barely walking dragging my body away as I was screaming.
I forgot to mention, they let the guy go as he was not suspected of assault.
THE fUCKEr GOT OFF CLEAN!!!!
2 hours passed
Now that you mention it, before he bit me in that alleyway. He was grinning at me with wide eyes.
The fuck you looking at weirdo?
I told him nicely and politely.
As you know I am a very humble and nice person.
But like
He just kept on smiling and grinning.
It pissed me off
So I approached him
But then the cunt just suddenly jumped on me and bit me.
Story of my life
Thank god someone walking by saw me.
Later they found out he was just someone who was a driver for a truck.
FUCKER WHO BIT ME WORKEDA AT AS A DRIVER!
I can't blame him tho.
I am pretty hot and tasty.
BUR THAT DOENST MEAN YOU CAN BITE MY FUCKING TENDON OFF!
Talk about kinky much.
Fucker prolly needed a blowjob.
If I were to be honest, I enjoyed his humor. Such a shame he experienced that. So as always I left him some more questions and inquiries.
Thank you for responding. I would like to further discuss things with you.
Anything happened after that?
Anything particular you have been experiencing lately?
You said you needed help. What can I help you with?
Once again he fades into obscurity as I live my life, leaving a few messages once again for him to answer. I worried about him being annoyed on how much I asked. I never did talk to a lot of people in my youth. When I was in High school, I was insignificant. Spent my days holed up in the Library with the Librarian as my only friend. My peers would not even take their time to take notice to me.
I was a wallflower.
The way he spoke reminded me of my adolescent nephew. Trying to prove something when there is nothing to prove. Most of the time the child was lying or making excuses and on rare occasion they were telling the truth. And my hunch was telling me it was the latter. So I waited for his reply.
It did arrive 3 days later.
Yo, wassup.
How's it hanging.
You sound like you have a stick up your ass.
Chill dude, its just me.
I have been doing good these past days. Everything seems to be normal.
Yeah, I think I was just hallucinating or something.
Told my parents bout it and took me a doctor 2 days ago.
They gave me medication and shite.
Taste like shit, well then again they aint Jelly Gummies.
Which I have a bit of addiction on, I am eating one right now.
Anyways, after that?
I think I almost got my dick sucked by a slut in my class because I wasn't able to walk.
Jk
Well actually that happened but…
Ya know what I mean.
After 4 months I think, after everything cooled down a bit.
I was strolling downtown with my crutches to get something to eat. Pa and Ma were busy at work and didn't want to make something at home.
I cant make jack shit anyways.
I wanted to go to a Burger Joint near the church.
I swear to gawd that whenever I eat something and there was a mass nearby I felt like I was eating with Jesus at the Last Supper.
With all that songs and shit
I was heading there, yeah?
And I saw a girl I didn't recognize across the street eyeing me as I was walking awkwardly.
I nodded at her and she smiled at me.
Thought she was cute.
She then just continued smiling.
But, her smile.
I still remember it clearly.
Its not your mothers, girlfriends, friends or any peoples smiles.
It was crooked. Almost tearing her skin with how hard her smile was.
It was like De ja Voo all over again.
I was weirded out at first then she started walking towards me slowly crossing the street.
I freaked out and dindnt know what to do.
I didn't want another bite mark.
Then I heard a honking down the road.
I shouted at her to look where she was going.
But she was still going at it.
Slowly walking towards me.
I kept telling her to stop but the.
The truck was nearing.
Rapidly closing In
I schouted for her to stop.
THEN BANG!!!
That's what ya thought huh?
That she got hit by a truck then get a fucking carnage
But no
I suddenly found myself facing myself in the street.
In a split second I felt cold as I felt standing on the middle of the road
I was in her place.
The truck was right infront of me was about to hit me
I screamed.
But nothing happened
The moment the truck hit me I fell down on my back against the wall.
People nearby looked at me.
An old dude asked if I was alright.
I was back where I was before.
What ya think, [Redacted for privacy]?
Do you think that was alright?
Do you think that getting almost hit by a truck was alright?
DO YOU THINK THAT SOMETHING LIKFE THAT IS NORMAL?
But there was no truck, and no girl either.
I asked the old dude if the girl was alright but he told me there was no one there.
I picked up my crutches and headed home.
I didn't ate that day.
I was very hungry the next morning.
3 hours passed
Sorry bout that mom called me to eat dinner.
Do you think im crazy mah dude?
Do you think my head is going cookoo?
I left a message for the next morning.
I don't think you are crazy. I believe what you are saying.
I will write this down if you don't mind.
For precautionary measures if you will.
I can see that must have been a traumatic experience for you.
Anything happened after that?
The next morning.
Thank Gawd that youre not shitting me.
When I told my friends about it
They told me to keep off the drugs.
IM NOT A JUNKIE FFS!!!
You writing this down? Sure, whateves.
Who will believe this crap anyways.
I Just want to know what's happening with me.
Why all this shit is
Whats going on with me?
Im getting ahead again sorry
Re living that memory always bothered me.
Like I cant even trust myself anymore.
If I cant trust what I see and hear
Who can I rely on then?
My parents just told me to sleep it off.
I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO!
TRYING!
You know how hard it is to sleep when all you could think about is their smile!?
Now I am afraid whenever people would smile to me expecting some weird ass shit would happen next.
So yeah, I belive its more than a traumatic experience.
PTSD or whatever you call it.
I'm just lucky that these past weeks that nothing much has happened.
I need to calm down a bit.
30 min. later
Back.
Took a run.
Yeah something happened.
2 months later.
I was watching the team play.
Cant anymore cuz of this fucking injury.
Coach and my mates understood but I wanted to play too.
Im still pretty pissed about it.
I was watching them in the bleacher yeahh?
Samantha, this average looking girl approached me asking me how I was.
We talked a bit.
I was not interested at her at all.
I just don't like her.
Anyways, after that I suddenly saw the team just standing.
Not resting even.
Standing straight where they were when they were playing.
I asked Samantha if she can see it.
But then.
I shit you not.
She just looked at the field where everyone was standing idly.
And she looked at me with a blank stare and said
"Eagles fly when birds die"
This was weird, cuz our school mascot was not an eagle.
It was some wood speck something. Didn't care.
But the thing is, when I heard her say that.
I looked over to the team and noticed they were looking at us.
I looked behind me to check for something but there wasn't anything there at all.
Then I looked back at them and saw their helmets were off.
And so was their heads.
I was spooked at the time obviously.
I didn't think of it that much at the time what was happening.
It just stopped when Samantha asked what I was looking at.
I asked her what she meant when she said that.
She just looked at me with her eyebrow raised and told me that we have to go to class.
I remember that scene so clearly yet it never did affect me that much.
It was just weird for me.
Like a dream.
Somehow it disturbed me.
Not the scene itself but like it was
Oh nvm
I need to go, talk to you later mah dude.
The next day
I'm sorry to tell you this but I still don't know what's going on as well.
You're only the 3rd one that seems to have similar events.
You may continue if you want
Yo, wassup.
Thank God I found you online.
Oh, you don't have classes?
Nice to meet you btw.
You never really did say your name.
Yeah nah, no classes for today.
Faculty having a meeting.
More time for me I guess.
Oh yeah, my name is George.
Wassup.
How are you feeling recently?
Has anything particular happened in these past days?
Last week I guess.
But I calmed down a bit.
I see.
Btw, what did you mean by 3rd?
What happened to the first 2?
I am not clear of what is happening as of now.
But what is consistent as of now are people dying because they have seen people smiling.
First one to contact me was a friend of mine then his wife.
Oh?
What happened to them?
They past away unfortunately.
May they rest in peace.
They lived in your town if you believe it or not.
They're the reason why I started this site.
What happened to them was not normal at all.
My town?
Shiiiit, what's there name?
I might know them.
Do you know the murder of McKinley and the suicide of his wife?
You know those guys?
It was what everyone was talking about.
I heard that because of a murder that his wife killed herself a bit after.
Which was weird because before she killed herself she called me.
What did she say?
I shall not disclose this matter for now.
We are going off topic.
But what they saw was people smiling before they died.
Sheesh.
That's creep af mah dude.
5 min. later
Wait a minute.
I was thinking.
You said that they saw people smiling correct?
Indeed
That's why you asked me what's the expression of the dude that bit my leg.
I believe so.
This is fucking weird cuz that girl I told you about
The girl on the street and that truck?
She was smiling too.
But Samantha was not smiling at all.
I don't understand the situation also.
But the thing is, this next one might be connected as well?
Cuz after that weird ass shit happening in the field.
Maybe like a month after that.
It was the examination week and so everyone was studying and shit.
I was sitting in class head and arms on the table trying to sleep
Everyone was doing their thing and all
Doing what evs.
The teacher would let us do our thing if we didn't disturb other classes whenever they don't have anything to teach.
Everyone studying and shit right?
The room was full of noises and shit
Then it just went quite.
I thought maybe it was the principal coming to our room
I looked up
But the door didn't open at all.
I looked around and everyone was quite.
Stopped what they were doing and stared in front of them
So I freaked out and called them out yeah?
Then they just stared at me suddenly,
And people who are facing behind me turned only their head that it think would pop your head off.
Ya know those horror scenes where the possessed body turns their head unattuarlly , yeah like that.
So I freaked out yeah,
I run to the door but the door was locked.
HOW CAN SOMETHING BE LOCKED FROM THE INSIDE!?
I am still pissed at that logic.
When the opening attempt failed I looked back and everyone started floating.
Fucking freaky I know.
I looked at them and like they started moving to the walls.
You still there?
Yeah, I'm paying attention.
Good cuz if you thought was freaky.
What happened next is still horrifying.
So they started floating, then they drifted to the walls.
They body forcing themselves to the walls.
Then I started to hear cracking.
I thought it was the chairs, but no.
It was their bones.
Bones of almost 20 of my classmates cracking trying to force themselves in the wall.
What happened after?
I can see their faces.
They all just started smiling.
It was not regular smiles too.
I can visibly see their skin tearing up as they were smiling.
Then the door suddenly openend.
Fell on my back to the floor.
Then my ear was filled with the noise from the halls.
Everyone was looking at me.
I looked back inside and everyone on my class and the teacher was back where they were.
The teacher called me back to the classroom.
I went back to sleep forcing myself not to hear anything weird until the bell rang.
I went straight to home after that.
Spoke to no body and told no one until now.
I know for a fact that they won't believe what I just saw.
I see.
Have you ever considered that these might be hallucinations?
Resulting from that man biting your tendon?
Oh I do sometimes.
But the thing is, they can physically touch me.
I got hurt.
What did you mean by hurt?
Are you retarded?
Hurt, pain, a fucking piece of glass cut me in the arm.
Oh?
What happened?
I was about to take a piss a month ago.
In my own house even.
Its morning and I just woke up.
I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.
I was about to wash my face when I looked at the mirror I saw myself smiling.
I wasn't btw
Who has the mood to smile first thing in the morning.
I told the fucker in the mirror to fuck off.
Then the reflection's hand went through the mirror and grabbed my throat.
I can hear the mirror shattered.
Excuse me for a minute.
30 min. later
Are you still there George?
Are you doing ok?
Sorry about that.
I really hate reliving that memory.
I have to calm myself a bit.
I was kinda…
Well I was shaking.
You don't need to tell it if it disturbs you that much.
No.
I have to do this.
You don't have too.
I HAVE TO!!!
I have to confront my fears to get over them.
JUST LET ME BE!!1
I understand
Carry on then George.
Thank you.
When the guy in the mirror grabbed me by the neck,
His other hand grabbed for a piece of broken mirror.
And tried to slice open my throat.
Dear God
Yeah, luckily my parents heard it.
When they arrived the reflection arrived.
I fucking cried.
Last time I cried was 11 years ago.
When I have to put down my dog.
Sorry to hear that.
I apologize for making you relive that again.
Wait a minute.
I just realized something.
People die because they see other people smiling?
That's fucking stupid aint it?
I think it's a stupid concept as well.
I don't know if there are others, but seems so that its just you and two of my friends.
5 min. later
Am I going to die?
I don't know.
What will happen to me?
I don't know as well.
Will I be ok?
I'm sorry.
You know what, fuck you.
Fuck you and your website.
I'll handle this on my own.
Fuck off.
George?
Are you there?
That's the last thing I heard from him. I didn't know what happened to him after. I tried contacting him and her parents but its hard to find information with only their first name. I did find newspaper articles "Freak Attack Framed by Teenager" depicting similar events.
Deeper digging I found a missing report of a man with the name of George [Redacted for privacy]. I wish I could have gone deeper on this one. I wish it was not our George that went missing.
I hope he is ok.