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I wanted to bust the myths of all those nefarious stories that circulated horror sites and creepypasta threads. And at first, they all turned out to be just that– stories. Stories that people made up, believed and shared in an attempt to rile fear in those who come across them. All that changed when I came across a single image file titled “”. I was bored, at home on a weeknight, doing what I usually do before knocking out…. browsing 4chan’s x subcategory. As I sifted through the same old, tired threads I had already seen countless times, I finally stumbled across something new. The caption simply read “Can’t sleep” with several replies beneath it. I assumed the replies were made by the thread’s OP because every single one had the same concise nature as the one before it. They were all short and cryptic statements such as “So sorry” and “No more”. I assume the average person would have been unsettled by this display of, what I was sure to be, staged psychosis. 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I left 4chan and began checking my various social media pages and eventually felt the familiar wave fatigue hit my exhausted body. I exited out of my browser and was about to shut my Macbook when I saw something. In the dock, I had my downloads, which should simply been displayed as a simple folder icon to indicate that it’s empty. It wasn’t. It was showing that an image had been downloaded… “Weird”, I thought as I dragged it to the trash. I didn’t remember downloading it. I guess I was more tired than I thought. I right clicked the trash icon and tapped on the option to empty it. The operation can’t be completed because the item “” is in use. I stared at my screen. I was pretty sure it was not in use. But still, I double checked. Any program that could open a JPG was closed and I even checked the ‘force quit’ menu in order to make sure of it. I began to get concerned. What if this was some type of spyware or virus? Is that even possible with a JPG? I highlighted it and the the preview popped up on the right. The image was still small, but it seemed to have gotten bigger than when I first saw it. Now I could make out what it was. It was a photo… of an old lady. Now, this might sound ridiculous but it creeped me out. It wasn’t a witch or a demon lady, or anything like that. It was just an old woman, albeit old is an understatement. She was incredibly old. And her eyes were staring right at me. I clicked away and closed my laptop. Brushing off the feeling of unease, I went to bed. That night is when it started. Subtle at first, but enough to let me know something was wrong. I awoke before my alarm had gone off. I wasn’t sure what time it was because, well, I couldn’t open my eyes. I had to really think if I was actually awake but after a minute I realized I was. My mind was completely lucid and I was aware of my current physical state. It was not only my eyes that I had lost control of... it was my entire body. I tried rolling over, moving my legs, even my fingers but nothing would work. Now, I was aware of sleep paralysis and its symptoms, but still, I was scared. It was my first time experiencing it. For anyone who’s had sleep paralysis, you know how it is. To feel completely helpless and vulnerable… unsure of how long the spell would last before your body can finally snap out of it. The worst part was not the paralysis itself. You see, all my senses were working just fine, including my hearing. I knew because I began to hear things– very light footsteps creaking around my wood floor. At first I thought it was one of my parents or siblings had let themselves into the apartment, and I was hoping they would wake me up. But after some time, I realized whatever was making the sound was simply walking around me. At one point it was standing right beside me. I never heard the entity speak, or even breath. But I sensed it right beside my bed. Next thing I know I was up. I couldn’t recall exactly when the paralysis wore off. I couldn’t even recall sitting up. Regardless, I was glad it was all over and was able to shake it off rather quickly. I got out of bed and began my morning routine… change, eat breakfast, brush my teeth and check my email. I sat down at my desk and flipped my laptop open… and yelped. My wallpaper had been changed… to the photo of the old woman. Somehow, got set as my background. Somehow, it had gotten even bigger than before. I shuttered and quickly accessed my settings in order to remove it. Switching it back to a generic stock photo, I immediately turned my attention to the trash icon. It showed that it had something in it, and upon checking I found that it was just as I had left it the night before. Just one item: Again, it wouldn’t let me empty the trash, saying the file was in use. I got fed up at that point and decided I would restart the laptop in order to make sure everything was closed. No matter how many times I tried, it would not let me fully delete the file. I looked at the time and realized I’d be late for work if I sat there any longer. I decided I’d leave it. I wasn’t sure how the wallpaper got changed, but if this file was some type of malware, I figured changing the wallpaper to freak the user out was a pretty lame and harmless effect. I planned to download some sweeper software to remove it when I got home but just to be safe, I shut it down as a pose to just leaving it on sleep mode. After work, I went to the gym and ran some errands, so I arrived home pretty late. After a quick dinner, I got a text from my boss. He told me he had a prospective new freelance client who needed some quick design work done and that they would pay big if they could get it in the next couple hours. I didn’t have to think twice. The job he described seemed easy and I headed to my desk, forgetting about the issues I had faced that morning. I popped open my laptop, and within a second was backed up to my wall, screaming. The wallpaper had changed again, but this time, so had the photo of the woman. It was still the same woman, but her face… it was different. Her deadpan expression was replaced with one of pure hatred and anger. Even worse, her eyes looked they were bleeding. I composed myself and took a closer look at the horrific photo. It wasn’t blood coming from her eyes. Whatever it was looked too dark to be blood. It was black mascara running down her cheeks, as if she’d been sobbing. I quickly went ahead and changed it. I was not surprised to see I still couldn’t delete the photo. Still somewhat shaken, I once again convinced myself it was just a prank caused by a malicious file. I quickly finished and submitted the projects I was assigned, and made my way to Google in order to find a reliable anti-virus application. I found one with a lot of high ratings and recommendations and promptly installed it. I let the scanning process take place and after a couple minutes, it displayed a small list of suspicious files. Some I recognized as third party installations from the torrent sites I browsed and didn’t think much of, but sure enough, among the list was “”. I was still surprised someone was able to make such a persistent form of malware in an image format like JPG. Nevertheless, I proceeded with the removal process. The interface displayed the time remaining before cleaning was complete. Less than 10 minutes; enough time to go throw in a load of laundry. I stood from my desk and exited my room. When I returned, my screensaver was up. I shook my mouse to return to my desktop. Can anyone guess what I saw? As you may have predicted, my wallpaper had been changed once again, to the photo of the old woman. At this point, my fear was replaced with anger and frustration. How was this even happening? According the anti-virus software, all malware files were removed, including I checked my trash bin and it was empty. And yet this photo kept making it’s way to my wallpaper. I used the Spotlight feature to do a search of my entire hard drive for the image, thinking it must have copied itself elsewhere in order to avoid complete deletion. The results came up empty. According to the search, no such file existed. I was furious. The file must have renamed itself in order to make it harder to find… or so I thought. Feeling defeated, I shut the laptop and decided to call it a night. I figured I would have to bring it into Apple to have the file removed, which would end up costing me more than I’d wish to pay. But, since I used this laptop for work, I had no choice. I couldn’t just risk working with a potentially dangerous file that could wipe the drive or anything like that. For the next week, this torment continued. 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But that didn’t do much in explaining my experiences while under sleep paralysis. What started out as mere footsteps and the sense that someone was beside me quickly turned to much more. I began hearing heavy, distressed breathing. The breathing became wheezing, and the wheezing became grunting and groaning. The mere sense of someone beside me turned to knowing, without a doubt, I was not alone in my room. I smelled the stale odor of old garments and felt the heat of rancid breath on my face. Every time it happened I wanted nothing more than to scream, fight or run away. I couldn’t do anything. Just lay there, open to whatever insidious intentions this frightening entity was planning. One time, I could have sworn it began whispering in my ear. Through my fear and adrenaline, I could barely make out the mumbling but I think it was saying “mine” and “more”. Every morning, I would wake up drenched in sweat, with a lingering feeling of dread. But all that can’t compare to what I saw and felt last night. Have you ever had a false awakening? Where you dream you are simply waking up and begin going about your mundane morning routine, only to wake once again and realize it was a dream? The whole thing can really trip you out. I experienced a false awakening with one of the most vivid dreams I can ever recall. In the dream, I “woke up”, relieved to not have undergone any paralysis. After hopping out of bed, I changed, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth and went to get on my laptop to check my email. But when I opened it up, things quickly elevated as any sense of regularity vanished. The desktop had nothing but the wallpaper of the dreaded, old woman. She had gotten significantly closer to what would be the camera and was grimacing with more malevolence than ever before. I moved the mouse around and clicked every key combination I can think of but nothing changed. I figured I had to restart and moved my hand to the power button… when it happened. The old woman on the screen spoke. More specifically, she began to scream. “DON’T YOU DARE! ” she shouted, causing me to fall backwards out of my chair and onto the floor. I pushed myself back to the wall and watched the screen in terror and disbelief. The woman began to breath heavily. I recognized that breathing… it was the same strained wheezing I heard while I was paralyzed. The old woman began pushing her face closer to the screen. With wide, tear-filled eyes, I watched as she reached one arm out of the screen, into the real world. She grabbed at her surroundings and pulled herself through, squeezing through the small screen like a rodent crawling through a tiny hole. She slid out and dropped to the floor before slowly rising up. I too got on my feet but was so scared, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t scream. I just stood there with eyes wide and my back to my wall as she walked right up to me. She stared at me with hollow, menacing eyes before smiling big to reveal her decaying teeth. With a worn, decrepit voice, she spoke. “You’re mine now, child. Part of the family. You will respect and obey me. ” I breathed out heavily and stammered out, “W-What do you want? ” “More, ” she whispered. “More children for your sweet grandmother. Share me with those you know and love. Grow my family. ” I let her words sink in. She wanted me to spread her reign of terror to others. To my friends and family. Upon thinking about putting all those I care about through this torment, I had a brief moment of audacity. “The hell I will, you disgusting old hag! ” I proclaimed, putting my arms to my side and clenching my trembling fists. Her faint smile sank into that scowl that I knew all too well. She began to scream and hovered in my direction, too fast for me to defend myself. Before I knew it, she had her hands around me. Sitting on my chest she began to choke and shake me by the neck. With her running mascara dripping on my face, she spoke once again. “This is the second time you’ve disrespected you’re sweet, sweet grandmother. I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANYMORE OF YOUR BRUTISH BEHAVIOR. ” She began violently shaking and choking me, until I knew she would kill me. Just then, everything went black. Not because I passed out, but because I had finally woken up, for real this time. I had woken up in the midst of paralysis, with the feeling of being choked still intact. I still felt the hands of the hag around my neck. Unable to move, I was helpless to stop her. She stopped shaking me and leaned over to my ear, whispering, “You’re mine. Need more. ” With that, she let me go and my body was liberated. I got out bed, crying profusely and ran to the bathroom. After vomiting the contents of my already barren stomach, I walked to the sink to rinse my mouth out. I looked in the mirror and the tears promptly returned. My eyes were bloodshot… filled with countless busted vessels from the strain of being choked. That wasn’t all. I noticed something strange on my face and after attempting to wipe it off, realized it was mascara. The mascara that had dripped on my face from, what I had thought, was a dream. I’m still not ’s real and what isn’t. My grip on reality is gone. In a matter of days, my oppressor has beaten me into a powerless shell of my former self. My career, social life and physical health have all deteriorated– but she hasn’t broken my spirit. Every night she visits. Every night she tells me share her image. Every night I refuse and every night she attacks me. It gets more violent every time. What started as choking has become beating, cutting and burning. I only have a few marks on my body when I wake up, but I feel everything nonetheless. It doesn’t matter what she does. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone, let alone my loved ones. I think she’s starting to accept that, and I doubt she’ll be patient with me for much longer. So please, if you’re reading this, heed my warning. I’ve already accepted my death by the hands of that woman, whatever she is. Don’t let me die in vain. Stop searching for hidden and mysterious files on the web, before one ends up finding you. And please, for the love God, if you ever come across … don’t look at it.
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