Reddit user "ToddieCat" shared a story of his traumatic childhood memories. He assures that everything described is true.
“I grew up in a low income family and my mother was a single mother with three children. She was very rude to me and treated the other children very well.
I slept in a small room under the stairs, almost like Harry Potter's, and this staircase led to the basement. And in this tiny room there was an even tinier door, probably something like a built-in chest of drawers.
I remember very well that I often sat near this door and talked to someone who, as it seemed to me, was on the other side. No one answered me, but I never opened this door. My brother (two years older than me) saw me doing this and called me crazy because I could sit in front of this door for hours and talk “to myself”.
When I was 12-13 years old, I already suffered greatly from the mistreatment of my mother and I developed depression. Because of this, I started using drugs, but it didn't save me. Rescued by ongoing conversations with someone who is not clear in front of the locked door.
Then I was already old enough and understood that all this was very strange, but I just could not help but do it.
One night I went to this door again to talk and suddenly I heard a deep voice from there. It was not an ordinary female or male voice, but something mixed, as if from a poor quality video. And yet it sounded loud enough and even echoed in my head.
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At the same time, I could not make out a word, there was a feeling that it pronounces several words at a time and it turns out a verbal mess. And then there was a feeling that there are several creatures behind the door at once and they do not speak, but growl.
This lasted for two minutes, and then it fell silent, and after that I developed such a strong depression that I had never experienced. For me, it was like the world stopped turning that night.
Another two months passed, during which I continued to ruin my life with depression and drugs. And he continued to sit at the small door and talk. And then the night came when I decided that it was time to inflict maximum harm on myself (commit suicide). Thinking about it, I lay on the bed and tears flowed from my eyes.
And then I saw that this little door opened a little.
I looked at her with fear, my heart was beating so hard that I could hear his beating, and my body seemed to be numb. And then something came out of there …
In the years that followed, I convinced myself many times that it was just a rat, but it was much more than a rat. More precisely, longer. It stretched out of the door and was almost 2 meters long, while being very thin. It would be like a shadow, but a deep black shadow.
It moved like a snake, but at the same time it had two legs. As it slid to my bed, I felt every muscle in my body stiffen. I tried to scream in terror, but I could only open my mouth.
When I saw his head next to me, I made out two vertical lines on it in the dense blackness, like cuts. I decided that it was his eyes and when I began to look into his eyes, I felt even more unhappy and broken than before. I felt that life seemed to come out of me, it looked like something was pulling happiness out of me.
The next few weeks were already full of other events. Things broke in our house, cabinets opened by themselves, pictures fell from the walls, and incomprehensible inscriptions in blood appeared on the walls themselves.
My sister and I were very ill, we felt very bad, and the doctors did not understand what was wrong with us. A year later, my sister and I tried to commit suicide one after another. Fortunately. unsuccessful. Only then did my mother move out of this house with us.
As soon as we found ourselves in a new home, my sister and I immediately felt better. For the first time in my life I felt happy. This is the first time I tell this story to strangers and this experience still haunts me. I am terrified at the thought that I created or caused this thing in childhood and I am afraid that it will return."