I don’t know why I want to share this old abandoned house story with you right now, but I just feel like it. It’s definitely not because I’ll ever forget about all these events. So, my story is about what helped me to become a professional photographer who I am now. It happened 2 years ago when I’d just finished the high school:
This is the story of the Rain Man. You may think that he’s just some creepypasta demon, but, if he comes after you, don’t be amazed. He is very real.
Many people have asked me to tell the Sea God short story and everything about the curse. So here it is:
”So, how’s it been, Susan?”
”Something of this, something of that, you know life is life.”
”I see, you don’t want to talk about it…”
”It’s not like I don’t want to… Just ask something more specific.”
”What did you do after you left town with Jimmy and where is he? What is he doing?”
How can I start this letter?
My name is Walter Cole. I lived at 25 Maple Avenue, Greenwood town, Maine. I’m not a native American, I moved here from Europe.
Firstly, if you ever read this, go straight to the police. Of course, I know they won’t believe all this right away, but hopefully, they will start an investigation to reveal the truth. Down below, I tried to describe all that has happened to me as well as I could. It’s a horrid and terrible story.
Today I was sorting my old things when a small note with a newspaper cut fell out from the heap of old papers and documents. I immediately recognized it. Now I’m sitting in my dark attic and can’t figure out what really happened back then. Maybe you can help me? But at first, I have to tell you about all this mess which happened ten years ago.
It was time to go to the supermarket. Thomas loathed going there with all his heart. He didn’t want to meet familiar people. He was chubby and was ashamed of himself. During his school years, he had been a typical object of humiliation. Unfortunately, now, when he was a grown up, nothing really had changed. Maybe people weren’t humiliating him physically but talked and mumbled behind his back without hesitation. In truth, this often didn’t even happen behind his back. The most impudent ones freely ridiculed him right in his face. That was the reason why Thomas didn’t like supermarket so much. There he could only become a subject of humiliation.
Through foggy school bus windows, students every morning looked upon their study place. In their eyes, Riverside High School turned out to be quite common and boring. For someone, it related to happy events, but for others, school was the most hated place on Earth. Millions of students around the world had the same attitude to schools as the Riverside High School pupils.
It all started when one evening I went onto YouTube to watch my neighbor’s latest video. We weren’t close friends, but friendly enough for me to follow his activities on YouTube. I was one of his 255 subscribers. He had chosen a rather unusual topic for his latest video. It was about various satanic symbols and their use. The video seemed quite interesting to me, and I watched it till the end. It wasn’t lacking attention from others too because when I came it already had reached 50 000 views. I could bet that my neighbor was going insane from joy at that moment. Then I decided to look at the comments.