The 4chan Post

I'm a 15-year old guy, who lives in USA, Texas. Some days ago, I was grounded for having bad grades at school and for punching a boy in the school corridor. My parents locked me inside the basement with only a bed, a chair, a table and a bit of a chocolate bar.

Now, my parents didn't know that I had my laptop under the basement's bed. But, the laptop had almost no battery. It had only few minutes of usage left and I didn't have anything to charge it. I turned on the laptop and connected to my neighbor's Wi-Fi, which is, luckily, unprotected. I turned on the Safari browser, and navigated into 4chan. It was just somebody posted an image which instantly shocked me, but I had almost no time to react, because the lights went out just a second after. And so did the laptop's battery. I had nothing to light up the room. It was pitch black and I could see nothing.

I turned on my cellphone and tried calling my parents but there was no signal. I used the cellphone's screen light to illuminate my way to the basement's trapdoor but it just wouldn't budge. I was desperate and started to scream for help. Nobody would attend. I made my way back to my bed and laid on it on my back. I stared at the roof, thinking of what should I do the next day, but, suddenly, I saw before my eyes, the image posted on 4chan. It was a cartoonish ghost, colored dank-purple, black and eyeless. I jumped and laid on my belly so I wouldn't imagine any more things on the roof and I thought I was being driven insane.

I rested for three minutes, and then, my cellphone rang. I finally had some hope I'd escape this stinky, dark basement. I picked up the cellphone, I said "Hello" and then, the person on the other side didn't say anything. It was just mute. I started crying and called back the person who rang me. Nobody picked up the phone. God, that started creeping me out and thought that were some kind of conspiracy. When I was about to go back to the phone's main screen, that ghost popped up again, and this time, I saw it floating on the wall and felt like it was talking to me.

I started scratching the wall in despair and the ghost was just approaching me, hence I didn't believe in ghosts. Scratching the wall was no use, I was cornered, the ghost was about to touch me with his cold hands, but as soon as he did, I froze in fright, and I passed out.

When I woke up, I was on my bedroom, laid on the bed and I thought that was all just a dream. It was nighttime and I had an urge to go to the bathroom. I opened the door, and it just shut behind me like that. I opened the toilet's lid when I head a screech coming from the roof. I was still frightened because of the dream and I tried opening the door, but it just wouldn't budge. It looked like some kind of nightmare. Coming through the roof, it was the ghost again. He told me to leave the house and he'd leave me alone, and I did so. I left the house but my parents wouldn't believe me. I decided to visit my parents after three days of living in my grandma's house. When I arrived at my house, it was surrounded by police cars, with "crime scene" strips all around it. I shouted "What is going on here?!" and then one of the officers said there was a murder and nobody knows who or what did it. I first thought it was the ghost. I bumped into the officers and sprung into the house, and then as soon as I got inside, the door slammed behind me and locked by itself. Then, I heard voices coming from the walls.

"Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you back?" – the voice said.

"This isn't your house. Leave me and my family alone!" - I said.

"That's what you think. This house is now mine. Leave now or suffer. You have 6 seconds to do so." – the voice said.

The lights went out and I couldn't find the exit, and then I found out the time had ran out, the ghost tried to possess me. I wasn't possessed but that was just lucky and I may not survive another of the ghost's attempt of possessing me, so I'm writing this in a hurry so anybody else who finds this paper knows exactly what happened. My fingers scream in pain of so much writing, the pencil has started making a whirring sound and the ghost may hear the noise and track me dow-

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