''A Demon Saved my Life... I’m Scared what Happens Next'' | 2ND ANNIVERSARY ON YOUTUBE!

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November 27 2015 2 years ago to the day I clicked open the microphone on my phone and record it I'm pretty hopeful two and a half minute narration well we all have to start somewhere Here I am exactly two years later and 300 videos later still going strong so glad that 35 thousand of you have decided to stick with me so tonight's video as a celebration of you all the reason I keep doing this I have to say it don't I sit back and relax with your favorite drink and listen [Music] you know you've hit rock bottom when you seek refuge in a gas station bathroom to cry this is what I realized as I stared at my puffy face in the grimy mirror of an out-of-order restroom in the middle of nowhere the closest thing to luck I'd enjoyed in a while was a conveniently unlocked door the Percy was a relief despite the disrepair that place had fallen into the cloying oily stink permeated the air like moldering flowers combined with something unidentifiable but undoubtedly malevolent it stung my bloodshot eyes and burned my sinuses the place felt dirty not just on a physical level as if the filth penetrated your mind coating your consciousness in the same layer of greasy filth but covered every inch of the vile den I felt as if the furnace was seeping into the cracks of my broken heart corrupting my mind body and soul I wondered if my husband had been right to cheat on me if I wasn't good enough for or if I deserve to walk in on him in bed with his subordinate after returning home early I blame myself for his infidelity I didn't know exactly when the love of my life had betrayed me for that blonde but I knew that if he didn't love me I had no reason to go we'd met in high school and since then he had been my light he was the reason I got up in the morning the reason for my continued existence I felt as if as if without him I would simply cease to function you hideous fat cow I spat have a tarnished mirror my reflection look ruddy and distorted in the warp glass I glared at it gripped by hatred unable to turn away the creak of the heavy door broke my trance and I whipped around before me stood a pale bony teenage girl her dark auburn hair appear to be going gray at the roots she wore threadbare hiking clothes she looked up at me through a curtain of hair her eyes looked as if they'd once been blue but like her hair we're descending into a pale silver gray they appeared apologetic as if she had wronged me in some way sorry about this she said her voice diminutive and meek sorry for what I asked perplexed there was something odd almost eerie about her voice it sounded Hollow and defeated by beneath that there was an air of desperation and hunger I'm so very so very oh so very very sorry she whimpered tears were now flowing down her pale cheeks I have to what do you have to do honey I asked my mothering instinct kicking in despite my own weakness she seemed vulnerable and scared nothing but a poor little girl lost in a big world at least Tommy what's wrong you wouldn't believe me she said matter-of-factly it's just too strange from rational beliefs had I mentioned of the strange a chill ran down my spine I was on cranberry Island Nova Scotia the island on which the town of cranberry falls dwell cranberry Falls were notorious for the ghost stories and folklore death and many claims of witness bizarre and terrifying things on the orphan island I'll give you the benefit of the doubt I said dread washing over me there are a lot of strange things on this island the girl laughed a dry-erase be sad lady she said smiling painfully oh you have no idea so I said apprehensively do you want to talk about it she narrowed her eyes sure she said why not it was visiting cranberry Falls in order to debunk some of the urban myths that surround this place she paused letting out a bark of sarcastic laughter shows you how much I gnarly she chuckled under her breath before continuing you know the dead spot she asked raising a gray eyebrow it was clearly a rhetorical question everybody knew about the dead spots and everyone avoided it people who didn't avoid it came back different so anyways she said I was a tourist here and I wanted to see if this dead spot was real so I decided to investigate the area people told me not to go but being the moron I was I ignored their warnings and checked it out I was enthralled curious to know more about the mystery my hometown and held to his chest for so long what was it like I asked trying to mask the curiosity that dripped from my every syllable her face darkened her eyes glazing over as if she were in a trance she spoke in a low intensive oiz it was a warm summer day and the wild was wonderful I stood upon the grassy Ridge overlooking that wretched stain on this earth and I was curious the old sayings wrong curiosity didn't kill me it damn me to a fate worse than any dad she looked at me her dead eyes brimming with tears I walked right up to the edge of the circle it was just a lie its stretched up to the clouds there was a perfect circle of inky Thunder heads in a perfectly blue sky directly above it I crossed that line and it was the worst mistake I've ever made what happened I asked in terror turning my blood to ice and my voice dropping to a soft whisper she stared me directly in the eye her face twisted in a mask of grief and pain I changed she said the second I stepped over the line of death I knew I was trapped I turned to see the more cadaverous great trees the dead forests stretched it turn aliy behind me as if there had never been anything else the air held a cloying oily stench like death and my hug blossoms there was no temperature there was no wind to rattle through the dead vows to carry that awful smell she took a shaky breath I don't know how I came to be the way I am but I know that it happened once the Sun set I tried to break her frosty gaze but I was physically unable to do it as if my eyes were magnetically drawn to hers my breathing came in shaky gasps as my lips form the words independently of my free will what are you i whimpered softly I am what comes from that place she said the crimson light of the Setting Sun bathe the trees in a wash of red the sunset tasting like blood as if the light had a flavor shadows danced across my peripheries in key shapes of a Vermillion backdrop they clawed at the corners of my vision whispering and hissing with mocking laughter I cried and cried and they laughed and laughed with every passing second they true larger and closer and then darkness she paused inky tears pouring from her eyes I am one of the things that haunt this place the flesh-eating immortals who cannot die nor control their hunger I am one of the monsters that dwell in Cranberry Falls my blood turn to ice as pure fear gripped me I'd feared these creatures since childhood and now there was one standing a metre before me a lump formed in my throat threatening to suffocate me I stared into a bleak grey irises and I knew I would never be seen again and that's when I realized that I was fine with that I had nothing left to live for anyway so why shouldn't I let her eat my flesh maybe I could be useful for once in my life oh go ahead and kill me I said flatly I deserve to die the girl looked taken aback why do you think that she asked the hint of genuine empathy hiding under her words I have nothing left I said my voice catching and devolving into Psalms I fell to my knees on the filthy floor a deluge of tears flowing from my eyes the girl cramped down beside me her face a mask of concern why she asked because I'm unlovable I solved it's my fault my husband cheated on me I couldn't even keep the love of my life from hating me I'm worthless the girl stroked my hair it isn't your fault she said warmly he's the one who cheated on you my predicament is my fault yours isn't but why I cried why would he cheat if there was nothing wrong with me maybe because he's a scumbag the girl said with a hint of sarcasm maybe because he doesn't appreciate you you loved that man to death and he stabs you in the back what did you do huh hmm she had a point I could tell she was far wiser than I seriously honey she said sarcastically you're talking to me about mistakes last I checked you aren't the one who literally damned herself to an eternity of cannibalism in under five minutes she laughed bitterly and I managed to smile speaking of flesh-eating would you like some help dealing with your hobbies mysteries the wicked sort of Glee spread through me the thought of that girl getting eaten by my newfound friend before I had a chance to think it through I responded with a brisk yes now that his secretary is gone my husband has realized the error in his ways and begged me to take him back I rejected him and now I am enjoying life as a single lady or rather I was the strangest thing happened to me last night I need some help or advice or something guys I'm scared I was walking home last night as I always do I remember it being abnormally cold for a spring evening my breath rose from my lips creating a dense mist in the biting winter nights the darkness ahead had the appearance of a solid wall the dim yellow glow of the lone tree line behind me was fading quickly as I traversed the desolate country road the silence matched the darkness in his utter and total 'ti the combined effect was oppressive to say the least it felt as if the air was being pressed from my lungs I'd turned a corner stepping out of the light is protective hailer the air grew colder as if any warmth had retreated with other lines my feet knew exactly where to go despite the doll I'd walked this road so many times that the way had been etched into my muscle memory my mind wandered to a time before my family had abandoned our comfortable city life in favor of the small town of cranberry Falls Nova Scotia the town a place that was shrouded in myth had its fair share of urban legends from the ghost of a young girl called cadence valor haunting the campground at the edge of town to a supposed beast that stalked the woods after death yes this place was filled to the brim with superstitions and campfire tales I had lived there for years and never encountered any of the beasts that supposedly haunted the quaint maritime village but I knew many people who claim to have been haunted by one monstrosity or another I knew that at least some of the stories were true of course I had recently encountered one of the legendary beings and she had turned my life but still the thought of such stories began to make me nervous I tried to banish such fabrications from my mind but they refused to go subdued red began to gnaw at my mind feasting upon my sensibility like a pack of wolves devouring a fresh kill I had a twig sir and though I was sure it was but a product of my anxiety I broke into a sprint the faster I ran the more my mind filled the silence with a ghastly noises was that breathing did something just growl at me these and many other related questions played my mind as I accelerated down the desolate path suddenly I recognize that cloying oily smell from the bathroom and I tensed up were there other beings like my friend what if one of them was following me I ran faster knowing I would soon be in the relative safety of my house the smell stayed faint seemingly less strong than the stink of the girl but still there my pulse quickened as I sprinted faster anxiety and adrenaline turning my blood to fire as my legs pumped furiously I tripped over something large falling face-first on the hard gravel road my nose connected with a dirt and a hot coppery fluid gushed down my face filling my mouth and soaking into my shirt I couldn't see what I'd stumbled over so I crawled on my hands and knees trying to identify the object in question my numb fingers clawed at the ground but my frantic search yielded nothing as if the thing I'd tripped on had suddenly disappear I stood up blind and disorient the fall had broken my habitual pattern and I had no clue where to go my sense of direction had completely abandoned me I reached into my pockets pulling out a book of matches I hadn't needed it before but I'm glad that I still had it I drew one of the three matches instructions it sparked to life temporarily blinding with a brilliant orange lines my eyes adjusted and I realized that I was a mere two minutes away from my house I sighed and began to approach my home when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye there crouching by the side of the road was a dark shape I froze I had never felt fear like that before I hadn't even been that scared when I met a monster in an abandoned public bathroom there is no fear like the fear of the unknown and that is exactly what I felt as I watched the shadow slowly approached it drew closer making my blood colder with each shuffling step it raised its head revealing two steely blue orbs that stared from its shadowed features the eyes were like the Arctic sea cold and unforgiving I felt needles of ice pierce my flesh as I drowned in their frigid depths I felt the cold water fill my lungs and burn my insides as I struggled hopelessly against the numbing currents my vision began to fade is a thing drew me closer and closer it was less than a meter away you've had a stab of hot pain from my finger and my light went out the next thing I knew I was running towards the welcoming glow of my porch lights my lungs burning my limbs feeling like they were filled with land I heard a shriek a call from directly behind me I picked up speed barreling through the door unlocking it behind me I passed out on the floor in the entryway the first thing I felt when I regained consciousness was the pain my limbs felt as if they'd been pumped full of white-hot by it I opened my eyes and blinding white light greeted my weary nerves it took me a while to gain the willpower to get up off the ground and stumbles my bed where I once again met with a blissful dark of unconsciousness I woke up this afternoon with a new view on the events I've described I figured that they were but a stress-induced hallucination after all I am recently divorced I got up stretched and made my way downstairs for some breakfast I was pouring myself some Siri what I realized that I would have to get milk from the downstairs fridge I keep meat and dairy in a fridge in the basement my mother did it when I was young and I guess old habits die hard a familiar smell greeted me as I descended the creaking staircase I froze seeing that one of my windows had been neatly removed from its frame the dull chuckle sounded from the corner of the dark room I bolted how the stairs locked and barred the door I'm sitting at my computer typing this the thing in the basement is talking to me it speaks in my neighbours voice it says it just wants to talk to ask some questions it's even asked me for the Wi-Fi password but I ignore it I'd locked all of my doors and windows I'm terrified I don't want to leave the house for fear of being attacked there is no dial tone on the phone I think it's cut the lines help me what should I do [Music] well that really was a weird one for my second anniversary wasn't it did have an unreliable narrator there I'm not quite sure what she was seeing at any point in time can we trust her memories does she know what she's talking about is she just gone mad hmm very strange tale this one comments below the video please and I'll be happy to chat with you about it [Music] [Applause] thank you so much for choosing to spend your time listening to me now if you enjoyed the doctor creeping experience then come find me on Facebook come chat with me on Twitter listen to the background music and downloaded if you like on soundcloud drop by the store pick up a t-shirt and importantly if you've got a story you'd like me to read send it to dr. creepiness voles subreddit I set up so that I could read your stories yeah looking forward to seeing you all again real soon so come check me out okay you

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Published: Mon Nov 27 2017

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