Reddit Collection (Fresh-Short #9) by DeYtH Banger (ebook reader with highlight function .txt) 📕

self taught and had only 3 years of actual on the job programming experience. My wife and I had only been married for three years and had just received our second child less than a year before the move. I decided it would be best for me to move up and find us a place to live by myself first and then send for them.

 

I moved into a one bedroom apartment in Riley Towers. I thought it was funny that I had moved from Alabama and was now living on Alabama Street in the middle of downtown Indianapolis. My apartment was a very cozy apartment on the 13th floor in one of the smaller sections of the apartment complex. There were two large towers and connected to one of them was a much wider complex that wasn't as tall. I lived in there. For the most part, things were very beautiful. But beauty isn't the thing that I remember the most.

 

There were no washer/dryer connections in the apartment, but there was a very large laundry mat in the basement of the towers. The basement also was used as extra storage for the residents. When you exited the elevators you would get an instant chill up your spine that something wasn't right here. I tried to get my laundry done as quickly as possible but having never lived in a big city before, I was nervous to leave my clothes in the machines and leave to go back upstairs; so I would sit and wait.

 

The room where the laundry machines was fairly large and at the end of the long room was an opening to the storage. There was no door, just a large hole big enough for a set of double doors. It was very dark and very menacing looking. I knew when my wife and children arrived in a few months that we would most likely just move into one of the larger apartments and we would need one of these storage rooms so I decided to walk into the room one day to check them out. It was a large room that had a warehouse feeling to it. The ground was a solid cement base and the storage areas were large cages made out of fence like materials, only heavier and not as easy to break into. With the clanking of the machines in the other room, the dim lighting, and all the possessions it reminded me of a scene out of "Hellraiser", but without the blood.

 

Walking through the area, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I felt something brush against me from behind. I turned around to see a water pipe running up through the middle of the floor. It wasn't uncommon and really wasn't out of place, but it wasn't close enough for me to have brushed against it. There was nothing else near, however. I walked closer to the pipe and noticed that it was dripping water from a small spigot sticking out. It wasn't a slow drip, but rather the type of fast dripping that occurs when a child can't turn the water off. I reached for the spigot to turn the water off only to have the chill come up my spine again and heard someone with a real deep voice say, "Don't turn that off."

 

Frightened, I turned around to see what appeared to be an older man clothed in rags. He appeared to be homeless and this struck me as odd considering you had to go through security check points to get into the building.

 

"Don't ever turn it off.... never," he said in a stern way. His face was wrinkled up, but I don't remember much about him. The shock of being turned around to the sound of someone that wasn't there had me in a state of fear and almost laughing as I replied, "You almost gave me a heart attack". I had bent over grabbing my heart in a mocking sort of way. When I looked up the man wasn't there but I heard him walking towards the elevator. I ran to catch him to see what he meant but he was on the elevator and gone before I could catch him.

 

Three months later, I moved my wife and kids up and we lived in a two bedroom apartment. I told her the story of the old man and how living on the 13th floor had creeped me out (we were now on the fourth floor). She laughed at how silly it all sounded coming from me, someone that isn't superstitious or even believed in any type of ghosts but yet I was still nervous about small, dark places.

 

One evening she went to wash our clothes. I had given the children a bath and put them to bed while she was busy doing the laundry. After watching some television I began to get nervous that my wife hadn't returned. I waited around a bit longer and when I could no longer hold out I decided to scoop the children up and put them into their stroller so we could go down to the basement and check on their mother.

 

I will never forget something that I originally passed off as a mistake of mine. When I went to my bedroom to get the stroller, I heard the water on in the kids' bathroom. It wasn't a full stream and it wasn't dripping, it was a very light stream like the kind you would use to fill up a water pistol. Before getting the stroller I turned off the water figuring I hadn't turned the knobs all the way after bathing the kids.

 

I went down into the basement to see no one in the laundry. The machines were silent but sure enough a few of them contained our clothes. I gazed at the large, empty doorway leading to the storage area. I parked the stroller where I could see the kids and peaked inside of the room. There was no one around, no sounds, dead silence. It was then I noticed the pipe that had scared me previously. I noticed the water was off and near the puddle was a shoe print. Upon closer inspection, it was a small, petite shoe size.

 

Before I could get any closer, one of my children began to scream a shrill like someone had just hit one of them. I turned to see no one near by and rushed over to see what was the matter. Still no one, but my daughter was reaching into the air and screaming louder than I had ever heard before. I rushed the stroller back to the elevator and hurried over to the concierge desk and tried to explain what had happened.

 

No video from the security cameras showed anyone entering or leaving the building during the time I had been waiting with the exception of a few people coming home late from work. The police were called.

 

I had no family and had not made any friends yet and so I had no one to watch the children and go out to look for her. The police and the concierge promised they were going to scour the apartment complex and find her. There were no other ways out of the apartment complex that weren't visible on the security cameras and they felt confident she was still in the building.

 

Somehow I managed to return to my apartment with my children. My hands shook as I opened my door not knowing how I would sleep that night without my wife being found. I closed the door and turned to take my children to their beds when I heard it again. The sound of the bath water running ever so gently and the low wailing moans of a young lady being tortured.

 

My wife was never found. My children had to go and live with her sister. For 11 years I have not been able to sleep in a bedroom near a bathroom, because every night around 11pm the water turns on and the low moaning sounds commence. You can try to ignore the sounds, but you can't ignore the figure of your once beautiful wife standing at the foot of your bed soaked in water and blood with her face hanging from her skull.

Don't ever turn the water off.... never.

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The cornfield

 by dum-di-dum

 

 

Some people say revenge is a dish best served cold, some people say revenge is only to be taken on those that truely deserve it, I say avoid it, avoid it at all costs.

 

Short back story { I lived in the middle of nowhere and had a half hour walk to school every day passed loads of fields and down some long windy lanes. I was bullied badly by a girl called Sarah in school and one day when we were 12 we both got given detention for fighting after she humiliated me in front of the whole class. }

By the time we'd left detention and started our walk home the sun had already started setting and the dark was closing in. We walked in silence except for the odd mumble of disapproval from Sarah, bitching at me for getting her detention. Already pissed off from the years of bullying, ready to crack from the fight earlier that day it didn't take much of her moaning to send me over the edge. As I noticed that we were walking past an old cornfield a plan formulated so quickly in my mind that I blurted out before I could stop myself, "did you see that?"

 

 

"shut up freak, don't talk to me."

"No seriously Sarah, look."

She turned slowly to look at what I was pointing at, the cornfield was still, and she scoffed,

"there's nothing there, shut up and keep walking or I'm going without you,"

Just as she turned away a small gust of wind moved the corn so it looked as if someone was moving through the field. "look, there's someone there."

I knew she was starting to get pissed off with me,

 

 

"So what, it's probably just the farmer"

"At this time of night, I don't think so. I think we should go and have a look."

Sarah was getting exacerbated. She wanted to leave and I was losing her I could tell. I decided now was time to reel her in. "Fine you leave, but I'm going in to check and see what's going on. I understand if you're too scared..." I started to walk off, I