NoSleep Horror Stories That'll Make Your Skin Crawl - r/NoSleep Ep 55

[Music] warning disturbing content viewer discretion is advised are / no sleep by reddit aliens episode 55 posted by user Sinha copy all the stories are used with authors permission 643 Sycamore Lane the most heart-wrenching aspect of my sister's death to me at least was that she died still in denial still fighting a losing battle to convince those around her of a truth that didn't exist Freya was only 30 when she died the victim of a rare but lethal side-effect of her eczema medication she had left behind her husband of only four years will and her five month old daughter Stella despite the struggle of her childhood and teenage years Freya had been doing well for herself since graduating from high school she went to college built a successful career in nursing married a man who adored her and proved to be a great mother to her daughter but never did she give up on the notion that had defined her since the tender age of nine the notion that our mother's death had been anything but accidental mum's death certificate would tell you she died of head trauma sustained from a fall down the stairs Freya would tell you she was pushed that was the thing about my sister she couldn't accept the senselessness of tragedy there was always someone to blame who could have pushed her I demanded there was no one else in the house with her I was 14 at the time five years Freya's senior and considered it my duty to make sure she understood the truth about mom's death I don't know Freya wailed her voice clogged with tears but someone pushed her I know it Imogen dad and I both hoped Frey would eventually come to her senses but she never did her belief that mom had been murdered sank into her skin and leaked into her bloodstream slowly poisoning her from the inside out the antidote could keep the effects at bay but there was no way to stop the toxins from spreading to her heart now as I stood in my childhood home a lump the size of a softball lodged in my throat I wondered why why my family at 35 years old I was alone my mother and sister were dead dad was still alive but the grief over losing his youngest daughter had rendered him near catatonic while I had a husband and children I still felt incredibly isolated especially inside the house where I'd grown up my parents had moved into 643 Sycamore Lane shortly after getting married and Freya and I had grown up there after my sister graduated from college and got her nursing job dad decided to downsize and move into a small bungalow leaving the house to Freya I myself had long since moved across the province but kept in regular touch with my family I loved Freya trying though she could be she was my sister and my anchor to the world without her I was an abandoned ship afloat in an ocean of tears and regrets crying softly to myself I took another step deeper into the house letting the front door swing shut behind me Will had gone to meet with the funeral director and Stella had been left in the care of my aunt Edith I would be staying here helping will with arrangements my husband and daughters would join me in a few days so that they could attend the funeral I paused at the foot of the stairs staring down at the spot where mum was found all those years ago she was still alive but comatose bleeding heavily from a bone deep gash in her scalp she was removed from life support three days later mum didn't fall Imogen some psycho pushed her shaking my sister's words out of my head I began to climb the stairs my hand in a white knuckled grip on the banister I didn't know where I was going or what I intended to do maybe I should go back to the car and retrieve my bags but I wasn't ready to settle in not yet Freya I called out and my voice bounced off the walls echoing loudly in my ears what the hell was I doing of course my sister wasn't here I began to shiver not having Freya in the house felt so wrong I know it sounds cliche but my sister really lit up any room she walked into sure she could be hot-tempered and belligerent but there was an irresistible energy and charisma about her she had a way of making you feel alive it was hard to believe someone like that could actually die especially so young deep down however I wasn't entirely surprised the poison in my sisters spirit was too deadly she fought hard but didn't have the physical capacity resisted any longer I was several paces down the hall before I realized I was heading in the direction of Freya and Will's room my heart flew up into my throat and began beating so frantically I felt dizzy but I forced myself to open the door and enter the bed had been made the curtains were drawn the floor was clear of any debris it seemed that will despite being in the throes of grief had made an effort to keep things clean which I had to respect I lingered in the doorway for a moment but didn't dare look to the right if I did I'd have to face the ensuite bathroom where my sister had collapsed and died the doorbell ringing stole my attention and I hurried back downstairs believing it to be a relative or one of phrase friends when I opened the door however nobody was there instead a massive bouquet of white roses sat on the stoop attached to the basket was a note I can't tell you how sorry I am about Freya she was an exceptional woman and am honored to have had her as my patient please accept my condolences sincerely dr. Kirby dr. Kirby Freya's dermatologist he was the one who prescribed the medicine that killed her white-hot rage filled my chest and I kicked the basket of flowers as hard as I could it tumbled back down the steps and the white roses spilled across the front yard my body trembled as I stepped back inside slamming the door the nerve of some people how dare he send [ __ ] flowers when it was him who killed Freya in the first place deep down I knew I was being irrational dr. Kirby wasn't responsible for Freya's death he had prescribed that medication believing it would help her and couldn't have known it would lead to her death after all the side effect Freya had suffered was rare most patients like her did just fine but rational thought doesn't stand up well to grief I stormed back upstairs and fled into phrase room flopping down on the neatly made bed rivulets of hot salty tears rolled down my face as I rolled onto my side grabbed a handful of sheet and held on for dear life I fell asleep pretending I was holding my sister's hand I am perched on the edge of frays bed rubbing my sister's back as she sobs uncontrollably into her pillow my own eyes burned with tears but I can't break down I have to be strong for her Freya honey I say you need to get some sleep okay no she sniffles I can't why not b-because the PP person who Kay killed mom is still out there I grit my teeth I hate feeling so frustrated with my grief-stricken sister but I can't help it Freya this is getting ridiculous you have to stop you know it was an accident keep repeating it to yourself mom tripped and fell mom tripped and fell she didn't fall Freya screeches she was pushed then tell me WH o pushed her my sister goes silent even the crying ceases for the moment I sit in the dark holding my breath waiting it was Freya begins then stops I don't ask her to continue because somehow I know she won't she doesn't know who it was because it never happened I sit with her until she falls asleep and I pray to a god I don't entirely believe in that Freya will find peace Imogen Imogen wake up my swollen eyelids lifted and I found myself staring up at a pale red eyed will and you fell asleep i sat up and brushed my untamable blonde curls out of my eyes [ __ ] I'm so sorry don't be I just got back and Edith is brining Stella home in a bit I nodded okay could you explain to me why there's a mess of white roses all over the lawn I needed something to take my anger out on and the flowers were an easy target I stood up and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror Jesus I looked like the love child of Voldemort and the Wicked Witch of the West [ __ ] I said again my bags are still in my car I'll be back in a second will not it as I walked by him not uttering a single word as I shut the bedroom door behind me I heard his muffled sobs I spent most of the following morning wandering 643 Sycamore Lane like a ghost I was reliving my childhood from my earliest memories as a toddler to the day I moved out at 19 there were signs of Freya everywhere and not just in her personal belongings or the distinctive citrusy smell of her perfume there were signs of her in the houses very structure an old scuff mark on the door that she'd thrown our she would in frustration Duchess penciled on to the wall charting her growth the glow-in-the-dark stars and planets pasted to the ceiling of her old bedroom this house was where she had lived and died it was where she had cried and grieved raged and despaired but it was also where she had loved laughed and dreamed that afternoon will went to visit his parents taking Stella with him once again I was alone in the house I was sitting on the living-room couch going through old photo albums when a realization hit me like a cannonball today was the 21st anniversary of mom's death Jesus how could I have forgotten what a strange and sad coincidence that my mother and sisters death dates were so close just days apart I knew exactly what Freya would have said where she's still alive twenty-one years and they still haven't caught him and me Jesus Freya when are you going to let it go I shut the album I'd been leafing through and leaned back against the couch feeling exhausted with grief I certainly didn't expect to hear a door slam shut for a second I assumed it was will coming home then footsteps began storming down the hallway upstairs you [ __ ] [ __ ] a man's angry voice boomed you told me you were leaving him what the [ __ ] I jumped up and ran into the kitchen for a knife then I crept to the bottom of the stairs the ceiling above me shaking as the intruder advanced wait a woman screamed please Jerry let me explain a figure appeared at the top of the stairs a broad shouldered man in a blueberry colored suit with slicked back black hair and a broad handsome face red and twisted in anger I recognized him immediately jeremy Shapiro the lawyer whom mum had worked for as a secretary what the hell was he doing here and why did he look so young Jeremy would be at least 70 now gray and wrinkled not suave and in prime shape then came a thought too bizarre to contemplate was I looking into the past Jerry a woman appeared behind him petite fine boned with wavy golden red hair her pale face beautiful and free of makeup please mom I dropped the knife my arms and legs turned to stone mom I yelled she didn't near me neither did mr. Shapiro even if they hadn't been busy fighting I doubt they would have acknowledged my presence they weren't real just mirages although whether they had been conjured up by my own insanity or some supernatural force I couldn't be sure Jarry mum sobbed please understand I love Albert I can't leave him you're lying [ __ ] Jean no Jerry I thought I was ready to leave my husband but I can't I can't turn my back on Albert or the girls mama i whirled around so did mom and mr. Shapiro Freya was standing in the doorway little nine-year-old Freya all wide green eyes and long honey colored hair she wore a striped pink t-shirt and matching jeans and carried a bulky red backpack on her shoulders mama what's going on Freya I gasped but but you you weren't I couldn't finish the sentence the shock and confusion had overwhelmed my system so profoundly that my brain was shutting down the powers of speech rational thought and logic had failed me all I could do was watch the scene unfold Freya honey mom turned to her youngest daughter with a quivering tear-filled smile it's okay go to Grandma's house okay but mama go honey it's going to be okay I promise I stared at my sister at her wired frightened eyes and trembling lips she was terrified and seemed caught between leaving the scene and running to Mom's aid it was like watching a boulder Teeter precariously at the edge of a cliff you heard your mother mr. Shapiro barked his voice so sharp it could have cut through solid rock get the [ __ ] out Freya gave a startled shriek before dropping her backpack and running away leaving a trail of Tears I reached out almost called for her to come back because I knew what was going to happen and I didn't want to witness it alone how dare you talk to my child like that mum hissed how dare you humiliate me like this mr. Shapiro yelled and swung at my mother his eyes bright murderous fury I closed my eyes and covered my ears but I still heard the succession of bangs thuds and cracks his mom tumbled down the stairs once she hit the bottom she began to moan softly and it was easily the most horrific sound I'd ever heard in my life oh my god mr. Shapiro gasped Jean Jean are you okay [ __ ] he thundered down the stairs and there was a rush of cold air as he ran past me and out the front door leaving a broken bleeding woman behind hours later dad would come home and find her the police would investigate and ride it off as an accident only freya knew the truth and no one listened to her I opened my eyes mum was gone Freya was gone but I could smell blood thick and coppery and I could feel mr. Shapiro's rage panic and malice as if i were at the bottom of the ocean with all that water crushing me as I slowly drowned it all made sense now Freya may not have seen mr. Shapiro push mum but she was a smart kid and had put two and two together when she insisted mums death wasn't an accident she wasn't speaking out of grief she wasn't a confused little girl who had lost her mother she was speaking the truth and nobody would listen Freya could have told Dad or me that it was mr. Shapiro but she hadn't and I was pretty sure I knew why she didn't want to damage mum's reputation by revealing her affair with her boss and she didn't want her to break dad's heart by telling him that his beloved wife had been unfaithful she loved them both too much but at the same time she wanted justice she wanted mr. Shapiro to pay so she told us what had happened she just couldn't bring herself to say who now Freya's death made perfect heartbreaking sense how could she have lived with such a burden how could she have kept the terror and guilt all inside how many times had she come close to revealing the truth only clam up out of love for our parents the poison had been deadlier than I thought the eczema medicine may have sped up the process but Freya was already dying the grief over mum the weight of her secret the despair and frustration at her cries going unanswered living in the same house where such a terrible thing had taken place it was all too much and worst of all when Freya died she was still the only one who knew what had really happened we were the ones in denial and we didn't even know it numb and broken my world imploding around me I began to cry and I whispered apologies to my mother for not seeking the truth to Freya for letting her suffer in silence to dad for the news that would inevitably shatter him and horrific though the experience had been I thank the ghosts of the past for revealing themselves to me this way Freya could rest in peace but what now a knock at the door brought me back to reality moving with all the speed and grace of a wind-up toy with a dying battery I opened it with a doll hello I was greeted by a mass of flowers tulips in shades of red yellow orange and pink bright obnoxious and with a sickly sweet fragrance that made me dizzy hey a gravelly voice rasped Imogen right I'm so sorry about Freya no it can't be I looked up from the flowers to see an older white-haired mr. Shapiro's smiling sadly at me [Music]

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Length: 16min 52sec (1012 seconds)

Published: Mon Mar 09 2020