I am writing this for anyone who finds me dead. It all started on Halloween
of 1996. I was working as a cashier. It was a quiet night and I was stocking
shelves. A tall, rugged, malnourished man had walked in. I had gone behind the
register and the man just stood there, he just stared at the ceiling. I assumed he had
some sort of mental illness, but I didn’t judge. He stood there for about 5 minutes
before turning his body and started walking towards me.
I greeted the man, asking if I could help him with anything but he stood
there, staring at the ceiling. As he was standing there I was able to get a better look
at him. His scleras were a bright yellow as if he had jaundice, his clothing ripped to
shreds, his skin very saggy and pale. Suddenly, he started screaming at the top of
his lungs. I leaped back, not knowing what to do. His eyes started slowly looking
at me, and then this large, gut wrenching smile grew on his face, showing his
green, rotted teeth. I almost vomited from the sight and smell that came off of him.
He had turned around and left the store.
Finally, It was 4:00am, my shift came to an end. I had gotten home and set
my stuff down, my phone began to ring. I answered and there was silence, then I
heard the same man’s scream on the other end. I slammed the phone to the
receiver. I felt my heart beating out of my chest, I didn’t know what to do. I sat on
the couch and fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of scratching in my walls. I had
begun looking around. I saw a small hole in my wall, when I looked in, I saw a
large, yellow eye looking back at me. I screamed, running out of my house. I had
called the police.
The police searched my house, they told me that there wasn’t anything in
there except for the hole which was most likely a rodent. I knew it wasn’t but they
offered to take me to an asylum for a mental check and to stay there. Now it’s 2001
and I’m still in the hospital. Sometimes I swear I can still hear the man’s scream.
Thomas Wylie, Mascenic Regional High School senior