Duct Tape Man
It happened before anyone realised what was going on. I was the only one he left. It left me...
Okay, I'm a bit ahead of myself. It was last Christmas, me and a few friends went over to her house, and when it was the parent designated bedtime, the girls had gone upstairs. So, around 11:00pm we all tried to get some sleep. It was hard, since we we're in a small square room, sharing 2 beds. The room had 3 walls but opposite from the door there was a huge 3 pane, glass window with a view through the trees and to a small shoreline. Which within itself was okay, we were big boys.
Around 2:30am, I awoke around the same time as everyone else did. Since we live in Newfoundland, the fog was always bad. But tonight, it had a slightly more ominous air. It rolled up slow and as we all looked out the windows in shock, we watched a small boat pull up. Thinking it was one of my friend's relatives, we dismissed any fears. It was early in the morning, about 6:00 or so, and the sun hadn't come out yet.
But then we saw a figure in the fog. It wasn't a normal human shape. It never looked human. It was too tall, too lanky. As the figure walked slowly towards the windows, we saw its face. We took individual gasps within a second or two when we saw it. Its mouth was sewn shut and it was exceedingly pale. He had a lack of any hair whatsoever. His body was tattered with deep cuts and scar tissue. But that wasn't the weirdest thing. The most shocking thing is it seemed he was half mummified, in rotting and torn duct tape.
While observing him we hadn't noticed how close he had gotten. He was at the window now. We hadn't noticed the large rock in his left hand. We'd had been too fixed on his beady, menacing gaze. He threw the rock through the window and proceeded to grab my friend to the left of me, not even a foot. He proceeded to swing and pull and scream. All I could hear was his muffled yelling, the panic in the room and bones breaking. My friend was dead. He looked at me, pulled me up by my collar and threw me in the bathroom to my left and slammed the door behind me. I heard a large object getting thrown against the door to keep it shut.
Sitting in the darkness, all I could hear was my friends dying... One by one, the bones would snap as they screamed. And the noise it made. The muffled shouts of pain and anger. They still haunt me. Then silence. I heard grunts and rubbing noises, off the walls. Then silence again. I heard the object move off the door. After a bit, I decided to open the door.
The bodies were gone. The white walls were stained in blood, writing the same message over and over. "ONE MUST LIVE TO PASS IT ON." I checked around the house. The house was abandoned. I never realised how much time passed. It was 8:00am now. The boat was gone too. The grass was stained with blood where 'it' must have taken the bodies. I called the police and they picked me up. I was a mess.
I still can't believe or comprehend why he chose me. Maybe he saw the fear in my eyes, maybe he saw my piss stained pants. I don't know. It's been a year. On the news the other day was a story. A story just like mine. "ONE MUST LIVE TO PASS IT ON". He killed himself two days later. Guess me and 'it' will have to wait until next year...
Credited to Mcmedic
Originally uploaded on December 25, 2011
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