Weird Stories

>>17915517
Cont.

I don't know what I saw, but i'll describe it as best as I can. It was tall, with milky, bluish-white skin. As I stared on, it pushed the door open and stepped into the room proper. I moved backwards, trying to make some distance, but I just ended up sitting on my bed again somehow, with the thing standing in the middle of my room. It must've been about eight feet tall, almost skeletal; all arms and legs, super lanky. The legs were digitrade, but I didn't write down what the feet looked like. Don't remember, either. The thing's hands though; I don't think I'll forget those. Four fingers and a thumb. The fingers were long and slender, the thumb starting in the center of the wrist, moving straight up between the middle two fingers. The torso was small, almost featureless except for a roughly triangular chest(?); but the head and eyes were what really made an impression. A nearly featureless face, high cheekbones, floor-length straight black hair, and two eyes. The eyes were black, perfectly spherical, embedded in two slits in her face. I don't know if it even had a gender, or if it was real at all, but it just felt like a 'she.' I was sitting on my bed, just staring at it as it approached. Looking at me, the thing cocked its head and looked over me before awkwardly sitting down next to me- like it was mimicking my actions. It never broke eye contact. It had no pupils, but I knew it was looking at me. I looked at her, and she looked at me, and then I started talking. I emptied everything- I don't know why. I told her all about my parents, my friends. everything that had led up to that moment. After what must've been twenty minutes of me talking, it looked at me and reached out- offering a hand. Not thinking, I wrapped my hand around hers. Her skin was soft and cool, the temperature of concrete under a bridge. Sitting there, our hands shifted, moved slightly until our fingers were more or less intertwined. We sat there in perfect silence.

To be Cont.

>>17915536
Cont.

We just sat there, I was a little tense, but she seemed as calm as possible. Out of nowhere, my head started to ache. It was small at first, but within minutes I felt like a drill was entering my skull. Standing up slowly, I gave her hand a squeeze before releasing it and going to the bathroom. Splashing some water on my face and popping some asprin, I returned to my room to find her gone. I searched the house wildly, but found no sign of her, finally returning to my bed. The sheets were warm where I'd been sitting, but there was no mark of the things' presence. Looking at the clock, I blinked a few times, stunned that it was now about 4:00am. Shaking my head, I just went to bed. I woke up at 5:00pm that afternoon. Sitting up, I looked around- wondering if it was just a dream. Looking down, I found something: a single hair. Jet black, incredibly long. Much too long for it to be any human's. Smiling, I wrapped it around my fingertip, then set it on my headboard before booting up skyrim.

Since then I've sold the pistol, and haven't had any thoughts about killing myself. I'm not religious, but I think that's the closest thing to an angel there is in this wide, wacky universe. I don't care if you believe me. I don't care if nobody reads this. But I'm glad I got it off my chest. Seeya guys.

Why are you posting it now?

>>17915568
Found the journal while moving, just recently got to the part it's in.

As to why I didn't post it just after it happened, I didn't really know this site was a thing.

>>17915573
I see, did you completely forget or what