![]() ![]() This, coupled with the fact that, due to the nature of our house, there was a fairly large crawlspace underneath, filled my mind with imaginary monsters and inescapable scenarios which would consume my thoughts when I was awoken by the footsteps. There were a lot of woods surrounding the neighborhood that I would play in and explore during the day, but at night-as things often do to a kid-they took on a more sinister feeling. We lived in the kind of house you see being transported in two pieces on the interstate, but my mom took good care of it. As a kid, the muffled, rhythmic beats sounded like soft footsteps on a carpeted floor, so as a kid, almost every night-just as I was about to drift off to sleep-I would hear these footsteps and I would be ripped back to consciousness, terrified.įor my entire childhood I lived with my mother in a fairly nice neighborhood that was in a transitional phase-people of lower economic means were gradually moving in, and my mother and I were two of these people. In a quiet room, if you press your ear against a pillow, you can hear your heartbeat. I've never had to tell this story with enough detail to actually explain it all the way, but it is true and it happened when I was about six years old. The stories have garnered a considerable fanbase since their original postings on r/nosleep, even prompting the author to adapt them into a full-length novel, named Penpal what follows, though, are the original postings from reddit. This is a long read-so long, in fact, that each part was originally posted as a standalone story (so it's really more like a series of six stories). ![]() Written by reddit user 1000Vultures on r/nosleep. ![]()
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