Grasp - Keiland

On December 17th, 1994, bodies of the Dunne family were found in a fear-
induced coma in their home in Mayo, Ireland. The father was found under the
kitchen table frozen stiff as a rock in a paralysis with his eyes gaping open, the same
as the eldest child who was clutching to the bathroom curtains upstairs. Nearly 15
meters away from the house, the mother’s body was found in the same frozen state
with their newborn clutched in her arms, who was unaffected by the mysterious
trauma that had occurred that night. In 1996, that child was found paralyzed in a
Catholic convent with his eyes bulging in fear. The comas were clinically diagnosed
as lasting for an undeterminable amount of time, most likely permanently. The
cause remains unknown.

In loving Memory of Melanie K. Horowitz,
You will be missed.

My name is Julian Shaw. I was born on the 4th of June 1988, in the UK before I moved
out to Oregon and attended Lincoln High. Now, I’ve since moved to Toronto to
pursue my dreams competing as an Olympic swimmer after years of lifeguard duty
at kiddy pools. Nintendo, creamy macaroni, road trips; as the song goes, these are a
few of my favorite things. Also, I just started my first attempt as an amateur writer
with a novel inspired by my pet jellyfish. I’m telling you all this beforehand because I
like to let you, my readers, know exactly who’s talking to you.

Have you ever woken up with big red marks on your face from the pillow you slept
on, or along the side of your body? I don’t know about you, but I can’t sleep with any
more than my underwear. This happens to me all the time. However, a couple days
ago, I woke up with a red imprint on my chest, a mark that scared the living God out
of me when I looked in the mirror to brush my teeth that morning. With no other
impressions on my body, I noticed a large hand imprint right over my heart, except
this was most definitely no ordinary hand. It was almost twice the size of my own
when I measured mine against it, and had poke marks where pointed nails appear to
have grabbed along my collarbone. I didn’t look into it too much, and continued on
with my day. I can’t think for shit in the morning. At noon, I had swimming practice
at the pool with my team. Now, as I haven’t yet mentioned, on of my friends on the
team, Connor, hasn’t been coming in for practice for a while. When I walked out of
the showers with my towel that day, my team was standing around in a circle with
our coach. It turns out, Connor had been found paralyzed in his bed. He was taken
to the hospital to be monitored in a coma that could not be explained by anyone.
I did some research, and there are apparently countless cases of spontaneous
comas throughout the world in which perfectly healthy people simply freeze into
vegetables for no apparent reason and never wake up. I was disturbed to find out
later as I visited him in the hospital that they were not able to close his eyelids
because the muscles had kept them wired open. It’s tragic what happened to him,
and to so many people around the world who this inexplicably happens to.

March 22nd, 2011

Now, what I’m about to tell you can be frightening and difficult to wrap your brain
around, but I tell you in my best interest and for your future safety. I woke up the
next morning with another hand mark on my body, just as unsettling and vicious
as the first. Nothing particularly unusual happened that day, except for a message
on Facebook from my little sister Melanie. She’s not actually my little sister, but she
might as well be. I babysat her from ages 6 – 11 and have come to know her family
almost as my own. Opening my inbox, I see 2 untitled messages sent a couple nights
ago that make me realize how seldom I check my Facebook. Here’s a copy-and-paste
of the contents of these 2 messages:

March 21

im scared julian, please help me. everythings so quiet
ive been hearing things at night lately, and the past two nights i think something grabbed
me

i think its in my house right now. can you please come quickly, i don’ t know what to do. i
cant hear mom

March 21

Jlian don;f jlook ay iy . ifd you look ay it. it will gtet yiou

it;s in my roon m righy now. please hh

After reading them, I started to get a sinking feeling in my gut, remembering that
I’m 2 days late reading it. I tried calling Melanie’s house, but no one picked up. After
calling the police, I rushed down to see them myself, only to arrive at a parade of
ambulances and police cars. Melanie and her mother, who she lived with, were
both found paralyzed like cold grey statues with blank eyes. They were almost
completely dehydrated and had low vital signs. There was nothing that could be
done for either of them.

I stayed up pretty late that night trying to figure out what Melanie had been trying
to tell me. At first glance, the second message looked as if she had just gotten back
smashed out of her mind from her first party, but deciphering what I think she was
trying to type, I noticed the message was a warning. It said not look at it, and that
it would get me if I did look at it. It didn’t take long before I realized that whatever
it was, if it was in her room like she was saying, she would’ve had her eyes closed
to avoid looking at it, which explains the scrambled text. Melanie was trying to
warn me about something that was moments away from killing her. But, what I
found most disturbing was what she said earlier in the message, that she had felt
something grab her on the 2 nights preceding the incident.

March 23rd, 2011

This takes us to the present. Last night, it came for me. I thank God that I persevered
through that hell and am alive to tell you all. I got sleepy at around 2 in the morning
and went to bed after my obsession with Melanie’s message. Then, as I was sound
asleep, I heard something thumping around in my room. Remembering Melanie’s
final warning, I kept my eyes shut and pretended I was asleep. It was the most
dreadful sound you could imagine, like a great clacking noise every time it took a
step, and deep, vehement breaths. I heard it moving around in every direction of me,
on the walls, the ceiling, just inspecting the place. I distinctly remember hearing it
knock over my TV, which I found broken on the floor this morning. After maybe 20
minutes of shear terror, I heard it speak. It crawled up next to my ear and started
seething through its teeth, begging me to open my eyes. I resisted the urge as it
screamed louder, “Look at me!” Whatever this thing was, I got the distinct feeling
that it was not from this world. The very presence of it brings a grim and empty
feeling inside. It grasped my leg and squeezed, then clutched my chest and clawed
its hand down my body with a light scrape. Just before it left, it stopped in front of
me for a few minutes and beckoned me to look with terror. The smell was deathly,
as if it had come from a coal mine. I kept my eyes firmly shut, but I could both feel
and hear it just inches from my face.

I’m still not sure what to do tonight, but I remember it ranting on that it will stalk
me every night until the day I die. It is some kind of malicious being that as I’ve
come to realize appears on the 3rd night after it touches you and will freeze you
with fear if you so much as get even a glimpse of it. Whether you believe in the
supernatural or not, this thing is most definitely real. So, these are my parting words
to you. If you see its hand mark on you in the morning, you may rest the next night,
but on the night after you must remain asleep without opening your eyes even a
crack, for the life of you. You will hear it screaming and you will feel it tormenting
your body, but you mustn’t react. It is pure hell; a power beyond our realm.

There was one other curious thing it mentioned before leaving. It said that he stalks
the living one-by-one, and finds its next victim through someone the previous victim
knew. If you don’t know the victim, then you will be protected from this evil. It’s
trying to kill me because one of its victims knew Connor, and Connor knew Melanie,
and Melanie knows me. Now, I’ve told you about my story, and myself, and as it said
last night, that’s enough for someone like you to know me. The only way out is to let
at least 10 strangers know who you are, which is what I’m doing to you right now. I
am sincerely sorry, but I’m saving my own ass. Good luck.

All credit goes to Kieland.

3 comments:

  1. Caleb Olmore said...:

    Wow. nice job. Its really good. You should make another one. Really original.

  1. Miriam Lettau said...:

    really good! I wish there was a hogher rating above creepy but not terrifying. More like scary. Awesome, keep it up!

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