I'm really curious to hear what kind of advice you guys would give this guy? I'm all out of ideas
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(In fact, I'm actually hoping to get some advice. If any of you have any psychological information, or even spiritual, please leave a let me know.)
Okay, so the title of this almost immediately makes me seem laughable. But it's true. Her name is Samantha, or Sammy for short. I should also point out that this story isn't particularely terrifying or blood curdling, but it's enough to keep me awake at night. This isn't about ghosts (as far as I know) or spirits or monsters, just a girl.
A very frightening girl.
So we've actually known each other since we were really little. We even went to the same preschool, and we've always been best of friends. She came from a pretty shitty household, and she often had bruises on her. Despite this, she was always so cheerful and happy.
We grew up together, we've just been a part of each other's lives since always. Here's the thing though, she's a pretty physically imposing girl.
She has some kind of issue with her sarcoplasm in her blood, so when she hit puberty she started growing into a fucking amazon. I'm six foot tall, and she still looks down at me. Not only is she tall, she's surprisingly muscular. Not like female bodybuilder muscular, but she's got broader shoulders than most men (She's not a transexual, I've seen her vag.)
Nevertheless, she's an attractive and friendly girl. Or was. And around the age of sixteen we got together. We broke up a few times, but we always got back together. Life was great with her for five years, until she turned twenty one.
I'm pretty well-off financially, and my parents rented me a house in the city for university. She lives with me, to get away from her shitty parents. Here's were it gets weird.
One night, we're sitting on the couch watching training day (Has no significance) and I notice she's been pretty quite for a while. Normally she drapes one of her arms around me (She's taller than me, remember?) but this time she wasn't.
I look over and she's sitting there completely rigid, like waiting for an interview. She's not even looking at the T.V, she's just staring into the distance. I thought maybe she was upset so I rubbed her shoulder, and it was fucking cold.
Not like, winter cold. Like dead cold. Because she's so big, she normally eminates a lot of heat, she's always really warm no matter what the temperature is. She didn't move, she just kept staring. I asked her if everything was okay, and suddenly she just fucking bolts.
She hauls ass to the bathroom and slams the door shut and locks it. I run after her and knock, I'm freaking out at this point. I can hear her moaning inside, and mumbling something. She suddenly goes dead quiet, and then starts whispering.
I tried to listen but I got nothing, just little whispers. Then boom, she throws up. It sounded like an old woman coughing her goddamn guts up, just emptied her stomach. Then she starts groaning in pain, and by this point I'm incredibly panicked. I thought she was dying, I even had tears in my eyes. I yelled at her to open the door, and to my surprise the lock clicks open. Then it got even weirder.
Pretty as ever, prim and proper with a pleasant smile, she asks me what's wrong. I'm still practically sobbing with fear that she was fucking dying, so I just stare at her. Then she gets all concerned, asks me why I'm crying and hugs me. She's warm now, like usual. I told her what happened, and she just brushed me off like it was nothing. She held both sides of my face, and with the most comforting smile told me not to worry about it.
She shuts the door and leads me back to the lounge, and we finish the movie. I had this...weird feeling then. It was fear, but not for her, of her. Even while she was trying to do her whole comforting girlfriend thing, stroking my arm and all that, she was freaking me the fuck out. So eventually I get up, my curiosity getting the better of me, and say I need to use the bathroom. She smiles casually and I walk off.
The bathroom...was fucking terrifying. The sink was literallyoverflowing with rancid puke. I know vomit smells bad, like bile, but this smelt like hell. I looked closer at it, and I could see little bits of meat with black stuff on it. I know almost nothing about digestion, could someone tell me if meat blackens in the stomach? Because I'm freaking out with images of her eating rotten meat. Not only that, but it had a weird colour. It was almost brown, with the consistency of sludge.
It gets...a lot...weirder. Let me know if you guys want to hear more, or if you have any advice.
UPDATE
Hey guys, thanks for your comments. Especially the ones relating to medical advice, though internal bleeding may not explain what you're about to read.
So, after this incredibly shocking bathroom scene, I turn around and go to ask Sammy what the fuck happened. Before I even take three steps towards the door she steps in front of me, pretty much cutting me off in the bathroom. Now, she'll often do this little playful thing were she will stand in front of me and not move until I tell her I love her or something, but this time was freaking scary.
She smiles at me and says; "Sorry about the mess, I'll clean it up before I go to bed." WTF? She just acts like it's nothing! I just stood there, mouth practically dropped, and stared at her. Then she giggled and hugged me before gently but sort of forcefully pulling me out of the bathroom. We return to the couch, and watch the rest of the movie.
After another half an hour the movie ends and I decide fuck it, I'm going to bed to calm myself down. I turn the T.V off and tell her I'm tired. But now she's doing that trance thing again, accept she still has her arm around me.
I kind of panicked and went to get up, but she pulled me back down. "Just sit with me a while." She turns off the lamp next to the couch and we just sit there, total fucking blackness. I shit you not, utter silence for nearly an hour, and I swear she was looking at me the whole time.
Then out of nowhere she makes the sort of...mumbly noise, you know the kind you make when you just wake up? "Babe, we fell asleep on the couch." she nudges me. BULL. FUCKING. SHIT. I was not asleep, and neither was she. She was awake, wide a-fucking-wake for an entire hour staring at me.
I'm totally freaked out by now so I'm like; "Go to bed , I'll just sleep on the couch." But no. She just chuckles and curls up next to me, fully intending to spend the night with me.
After like two hours I fall asleep, and have the most terrifyingly vivid nightmare I ever had. I wouldn't believe this if one of you told me, but it's true. I had a dream that she was hunched over the kitchen counter, with her back to me. I'm lying on the couch, and I get up to see what the hell she's doing. I call to her, and she turns around.
Only she's got the most horrifying grin, and has partially chewed raw mince in her mouth. I wake up, and she's gone. The only thing left is a little post-it note on the table in front of me.
"Went to work, didn't have time to make breakfast but there's leftover pizza in the fridge. We should go out tonight, maybe go to the beach?
Love you, Sammy"
After yesterday's incident, I was understandably frazzled. I went to check out the bathroom and it was spotlessly clean, like immaculate. I decided that the best thing to do was let someone know about this, so I texted my friend Dylan.
Dylan, however, is also Sammy's friend. And he immediately texted her to ask if everything was alright. Apparently she never got back to him. The day passes by and I'm just sitting in my house thinking about what happened.
You see, at the time I was scared shitless. I'm not brave, I'm not macho. I mean hell, my girlfriend is practically the man in the relationship. So at the time, I was thinking illogical crap like she was possessed or something. Looking back at it, I started looking for medical reasons, like a stomach bug or something. I even started worrying about her mental health, like schizophrenia or something.
Then she comes home, and does the signature hello hug. By this point I've calmed down, and I'm thinking how could I possibly be afraid of this girl that has never once hurt me, despite being able to at any moment? But then it hit me like a slap in the face, when she whispered in my ear mid-hug.
"Why did you tell Dylan?"
God help me, I was hoping she would just pretend the whole night never happened. And the way she said it was downright unnerving. But then she pulled back and kissed me, before saying that everything was fine. So she goes off our room and starts getting ready for the beach. We live in the tropics so a nighttime beach visit is pretty common.
A little creeped out but still cogent, I went with her to the beach. It was really normal at first, we got food, strolled along the sand and sat on a grassy outlook. The sun had gone down, but people were still everywhere. I felt safe, but that soon changed.
After us staring at the pitch-black nighttime ocean for a few minutes, she says she's going for a swim. I told her not to, because in Summer there's Jellyfish in the water that can kill you. But then...
Okay, I don't want this to turn into some weird sexual thing because it's not...but she took all her clothes off. I mean like, right in front of a dozen people. There was even this little girl that started giggling, but her mother grabbed her and shot me the most hateful glare. I was embarrassed, and annoyed, so I grabbed her by the wrist. I shouldn't have.
She spins around, completely nude, and stares at me with the most fucking sinister frown I've ever seen, before wrenching free and strolling off down the beach. I was too scared to follow her, but I walked down just far enough to see her jump into the water and swim off into the darkness. I actually found a life-guard because I genuinely thought she had drowned. But no, as if on cue, she came swimming back.
She was out there...for at least an hour.
When she comes back, she calmly walks past me and the thoroughly confused lifeguard, and puts her clothes back on. Then she walks up to me and tells me she's ready to go, but she had to pee first. I hadn't said a single word for fear of what would happen, and even the lifeguard looked spooked.
She went off the toilets...and then she really started to scare me.
I'm just sitting there with the lifeguard apologizing for wasting his time, but he's not even pissed. He seemed unnerved, asking me if she had any mental issues. I said no, but she'd been acting out lately. My defense argument was utterly destroyed when I heard two screams come from behind the toilets. One was a dog's whine, and the second was a girl's screech.
I fucking sprinted over there, lifeguard following behind, and could not believe what I was seeing. Sammy, sweet, gentle Sammy, was strangling a dog in front of a child. I don't think I need to re-iterate how strong Sammy is, but the dog was gone in seconds. It wasn't even strangulation, she snapped it's fucking neck. A little girl was screaming, watching her do this, and it was like time was moving in slow motion.
I didn't think I had it in me, but I tackled her to the fucking ground. I just ran headlong into her, knocking her off this dog. Within seconds she had managed to overpower me, and was pretty much pinning me to the ground. I though that was it, she was gonna gouge my eyes out and kill me, but no. She dropped down onto me, full-weight, and started to cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." She moaned, all 100kg of her pressing down on me.
All my fear went away when I felt how warm her skin was, I knew she was back. She was her old self, just a terrified girl. The lifeguard called the cops, and Sammy spent the night in jail. I was fined for the dog and Sammy was forced to undergo mental health evaluations.
I'll tell you about them in my next post, please leave a response with advice or what you think is wrong with her...
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