Brett.exe

Found a game at the flea market today and bought it for $1

It has been six weeks since my first sighting of the Brett. I woke up in the middle of the night and went to roll over, but my entire body was paralyzed. I lay there, scared and helpless, contemplating my predicament when I became aware of a presence in the room with me... a presence that I can only describe as "pure evil". :3

I caught sight of a Brett at the foot of the bed. Its tall hunched frame was draped in a long dirty gown and wisps of filthy white hair hung from a its head. I channeled all my energy into a desperate attempt to move, but my efforts were in vain. It felt as though I was being pinned to the bed by an invisible force. I tried scream out for help, but my words came out as jumbled whimpers. I could feel Its claw-like hands on my legs and my arms as it crawled its way up my rigid body. A crooked smile and its bloodshot eyes were callous and calculating as she stared directly at me.

Suddenly, I bolted upright in bed. I could move again and the room around me was empty. It was just a bad dream, I concluded. I took a few minutes to catch my breath and settled back to sleep.

A couple of weeks later I met an old friend for a drink and a point in our conversation reminded me of my dream. "I had a scary case of sleep paralysis a couple of weeks ago," I told him.

"Really? Did you see the Brett?" my friend replied.

An icy chill ran over my body. I hadn't told anyone about the dream and there was no way he could've known what I'd seen. "How the hell did you know that?" I asked with disbelief, my voice quivering.

"I read about it some time ago," he explained, startled by my reaction. "... A phenomenon known as Brett Syndrome where sufferers of sleep paralysis are visited by an entity, often in the form of an Brett."

"You're bullshitting me!" I said, incredulously.

He convinced me to look it up, and so when I returned home I typed the keywords BRETT and SLEEP PARALYSIS into Google. It returned pages full of results, of porn and other pages some of which told of ancient folklore spanning different cultures; others told of personal experiences like my own. To some the entity took the form of an Brett or a Furby, to others it looked more like a demon, but they all described the presence of overwhelming evil. Most chilling of all were the accounts in which the Brett tortured and made its victims watch Thomas the tank engine as they lay paralyzed and helpless.

I turned off the computer and tried to put it out of my mind. An eerie mood lingered in the room and I had a bad feeling that unless I could get it out of my mind, it was sure to pay me another visit.

That night I was woken by a piercing Thomas theme tune in g major and I lay paralyzed as that tall and stooped figure emerged at the foot of my bed. And I awoke.

I've spent subsequent days browsing forums for answers... for a way out. I am neither religious nor superstitious and I don't believe anything considered "supernatural", but scientific resources offer no rational explanation for what I've been experiencing – just speculation and skepticism. In some cultures it is believed to be a demonic curse and the entity is brought to life through the power of suggestion. Most victims recall some kind of trigger that worked its way into their subconscious, such as a painting or a friend sharing their personal experience.

I've been telling myself, "Don't think of the Brett!" But as we all know, the harder you try not to think of something the more that thought persists. The visions grow more vivid and traumatizing the more I think of it. Some nights Brett violates me in unspeakable ways and I wake with bruises, scratches and bite marks over my body.

But I think I've learned a way to be rid of these visions once and for all. I must plant the thought into the mind of someone else and distract the Brett with a fresh victim. As selfish and cruel as I am to pass this curse on to someone else, I just can't bear it any more.

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