Hendricks Ad
It was a normal day. I was having a pretty good day, I had finally got a license to be armed with scissors and Apples to Apples boxes whenever I needed to. Never know when you'll need to defend yourself from muggers. Or mug someone.
So, to celebrate, I listened to some nice System of a Down on my favorite music app, Spotify. As I listened to Spotify, I was busy hacking into government files to see what I could find and then afterwards I would destroy ever laptop in existence. But I forgot to do one thing.
Pause the song before it ended.
You may not know this, but if you don't pause a song on Spotify before it ends, it could end in disastrous results.
As I was rocking out to Radio/Video, the song ended but I wasn't quick enough when I heard the most horrendous noise. It sounded like all of the souls in Heaven and Hell screaming simultaneously. It had what sounded like strums of a guitar but it was so mind-numbingly disgusting it would be a disgrace to even compare it to the beautiful instrument that is a guitar. It made my ears bleed and they started to melt off my head. Before I could take my earbuds out, this... Hellish voice murmured in my ear. It sounded like a woman. But I knew it wasn't, it was a demon. Then, the voice changed into a masculine one. He went on and on about something but I couldn't make it out, the awful noise from the beginning was overshadowing the voice. Then it sounded like another feminine voice. She made this DISGUSTING noise whenever she made an 'S' sound. Like 'sssss'. It was ear-piercing and I could feel my eyes retreating back into my skull, and my teeth being sucked down into my windpipe from cringing so hard. Before my skeleton could pop out, another, older male voice spoke to me and all I could make out was "has my back." Has your back? The poor old man's spine must have been ripped from his body by the demons! I could then hear children voices that sounded straight out of The Shining. Were they the ones responsible for the poor man's suffering?
I knew at once this hellish piece of audio emitting from my earbuds was evil. Pure, unrestrained, feral, sadistic evil. Straight out of the deepest pit of Hell. I'm so glad I made it out alive, but even then that may be worse than death, I can still hear the ringing of the horrid 'music' from the first act in my sleep. As I was finally put out of my trance, right before the audio ended, I swift as lightning clicked on my Spotify tag to find an explanation, ANY explanation.
It was a picture of a woman with dark hair and an indigo (or purple) shirt in front of a white-and-green logo. The words read:
"Hendricks Regional Health".
Written by Kattozilla
Content is available under CC BY-SA
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