Please, If you see them living in your house, RUN.
Channel: Scary Stories
Date: 2022-12-02

Please, If you see them living in your house, RUN.

 I rubbed my eyes for the 13th time. What the fuck? Is this real? It can't be. I must be dreaming. I stared at the long dwindling tower of little humans. Little humanoid figures no taller than 6 inches trying to enter my open kitchen socket. 


As though sensing my presence, they all turned towards me in unison. Their crimson beady stare piercing through me. They tilted their heads to the side, chittering while doing so. The sound, louder than a wailing baby. I stumbled back, clutching my heart. 


They took a step towards me.

I took a step back.

They chittered louder. The sound felt by every single one of my nerve cells. 


I felt silly being afraid of such cutesy little things. But weren't we taught to be afraid of the unknown as kids? Wasn't 'Stranger Danger' drilled into our brains? But surely these little things wouldn't harm me. 


I took a step towards them. My legs, suddenly heavy. They widened their eyes and their little tower fell back. There were about 2 dozen of them. They were all naked and scrawny. No meat between their dermis and their ribcage. They had three fingered claws for hands.Their feet were human like but their toes were webbed. I kneeled in front of them and waved.They mirrored my it ,again in unison. I touched one with my pinky and it hugged my finger. I smiled. 


So silly. They were so adorable. And here I was afraid of them just a minute ago. I decided to help them. I held out my hands, wide and they all jumped. Some clutched my bare skin, some my clothes. I escorted them into their home and tried to peer inside but they closed the socket in my face. Woah, okay. Someone was protective of their homes. 


Then I went about my day. Or tried to. I just couldn't stop thinking about how unusual all of this was. I didn't tell anyone about them. I couldn't. Little humans living in my walls sounded preposterous but it was true. I thought about feeding them. Nursing their malnutritioned bodies back to health. Yes. I should do that, then I'll call the cops and they'll do whatever needs to be done. 



I opened my little door after getting home and signalled for them to come out. They did, one by one. Clutching onto me. Their bony fingers dug into my skin. 



I laid before them multiple foods. Vegetables, fruits, dairy and meat but they didn't hungrily devour the food like I'd expected them to. Instead they bit into my skin one by one. Two dozen gashes on my skin. I screamed and tried to get them off me. But they persisted, their razor sharp teeth piercing my flesh. Everytime I managed to get some off, they crawled right back onto my skin, their claws and feet scratching against my delicate skin, they were all over me, covering every inch of my bare skin. It felt like giant spiders with mouths filled with hundreds of needles were running along my skin and sucking my blood, it felt disgusting, I felt nauseous. I jumped up and down in hopes of loosening their deadly grip. They moved with me. Like a person hanging off the edge of a building. I suddenly felt dizzy. Then just as suddenly as they'd started, they let go. Blood gushing out of my wounds. Blood sliding down their tiny mouths. They licked their strips of tiny lips and I realised with disgust that they didn't just have tiny sharp teeth, they also possessed a  tongue full of tiny, thin spikes, spikes that resembled that of a mosquito. 



I ran. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself inside. I stood in front of the mirror and just cried. I screamed and trashed and in the midst of all my screaming I heard it. I heard chittering. They came pouring out my shower head. Yes, shower head. Thin strips of ashen coloured skin fell through and landed with a hundred plops onto the floor and then morphed into them. They could adjust their body size. They could compress and magnify their body size on will. I threw up right there. They chittered louder. Their bodies, not scrawny anymore. Then I felt it. Fear. So overwhelming it knocked the breath out of me. I clutched my heart to slow it down. The most primitive part of my brain, that had lived and grown for millions of years told me one thing. 


Run Run Run



I understood one thing then, that I wasn't safe in my own home. 


So I did what I had to do. I packed my bags and ran. I crashed at my friend's house. I hugged her as soon as I saw her. She looked worried but I couldn't explain anything to her, at least not yet. I needed sleep. I needed to relax, otherwise my heart would jump out of my chest. 



I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the bed. The wounds hurt but my mind was exhausted. It was as if someone was eating my mind. Sucking the life out of it. Eating my thoughts. Eating every feeling that crashed against the walls of mind.


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I was startled awake by the sound of chittering. No. I must be dreaming. It was impossible. They couldn't have known where I was. They couldn't have followed. I made sure of that. Despite my best effort