Okay, /x/, I need your help with this. This is not copypasta, this is a long read, but I feel like my safety or well-being could very well depend on this. This is videogame related, specifically Majora’s Mask, and this is the creepiest shit that has ever happened to me in my entire life.
A few months ago a friend of mine, who is an up-and-coming nature photographer, decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. She wasn’t afraid of being alone, as she had camped by herself many times before. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip, but when she went and got them developed she saw four pictures that unsettled her, these four pictures were taken from inside the tent, of her, asleep in the middle of the night.
oooh that smell
I just smelled it again while sitting here at my desk. Every window in the house is open right now, so I can’t not account for the possibility that the smell wafted in from outside.
But I smelled it while sitting at my desk which is right next to the door to my bedroom. I thought it was coming from the opposite corner of my room, so I went over to that corner, but the smell disappeared, only to reappear when I got back to my desk. I followed it out into the hallway, past the bathroom and to window that’s at the top of the staircase. It disappeared once more and I couldn’t find it again.
I checked the bathroom, to see if it was maybe a new air freshener my mom bought, but there were no traces of it in there.
I’m gonna check in there again later to see if I can pick it up again, just in case I had gotten olfactory fatigue by the time I went into the bathroom.
Footsteps
Liz was doing her homework at the dining-room table. Her younger sister Sarah was asleep upstairs. Their mother was out, but she was expected back any minute.
When the front door opened and shut, Liz called, “Hello, Mama!” But her mother didn’t answer. And the footsteps Liz heard were heavier, like a man’s.“Who’s there?” she called. No one replied. She heard whoever it was walk through the living room, then up the stairs to the second floor. The footsteps moved from one bedroom to another.
Again Liz called, “Who’s there?” The footsteps stopped. Then she thought, “Oh, my God! Sarah is in her bedroom.” She ran upstairs to Sarah’s room. Only Sarah was there, and she was asleep. Liz looked in the other rooms, but found no one. She went back down to the dining room, scared out of her wits.
Soon she heard footsteps again. They were coming down the stairs, into the living room. Now they went into the kitchen. Then the door between the kitchen and dining room slowly began to open…
“Get out!” Liz screamed. The door slowly closed. The footsteps moved out of the kitchen, through the living room, toward the front door. The door opened and shut.Liz ran to the window to see who it was. No one was in sight. Nor were there any footprints in the fresh snow that had been falling.
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