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The previous tenant left some unwanted items. Now I know why. - YouTube
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(00:00) [Music] I got a job right out of college and had to find a new place at short notice using my socials I got in contact with a landlord through a Mutual contact they had a spare apartment that was just made available the previous tenant had been evicted a couple of weeks prior because of unpaid rent so the apartment hadn't even been advertised yet the apartment was nice enough but all my attention was on my new job I pretty much just brought a bed and a desktop computer leaving two of my three rooms empty for the time being I wasn't
(00:42) certain if I was going to stay there long term or not but I figured time would decide I ended up staying there several years I settled into my job furnished the place up and made it into a proper home those first few stressful four weeks became nothing but a distant memory about 3 years after moving in I dist stached some furniture I contacted my landlord to see if there was some storage space I could use he reminded me that there was storage on the bottom floor that I hadn't used I didn't even know it was
(01:21) there not that surprising seeing as I was really stressed out when I first moved in apparently the space had been used for the previous tenant who might have left some items there I hadn't had any use for such a space before so I hadn't thought about asking so imagine my surprise when I get to the storage only to see a crash test on me using a key I got from the landlord I unlocked the padlock and got a Clos look it was a white life-size crash test on me with a hastily scribbled Mr Mayhem written on the back of his head with a
(02:06) black Sharpie the dummy was scuffed and worn but still had a plastic smile on its face its eyes were these little painted black dots it looked like it had been through hell and a half I asked the landlord about it turns out the previous tenant and used it as a sort of mascot they brought it out for fun for parties pranks that kind of thing I saw a mus of the che a carpool lane once my landlord shared it was just this funny thing he'd gotten from his job when they upgraded to newer dummies it was probably more
(02:46) than 40 years old I cleaned out the storage and stashed away my furniture I thought about what to do with Mr Mayhem and figured it' be a fun piece for my upcoming Halloween party I could Dress It Up in something and keep it by the entrance it'll be the torque of the town still there was something unnerving about it the way its joints creaked and cracked had Frozen painted on grin The Sloppy joints rattling haphazardly with every little movement my early Halloween party is nothing extravagant I get a couple of friends together and
(03:32) we dress up then we hit one of the local clubs for a costume party it's like a pre- party only with about 18 people or so I dressed up Mr Mayhem in a cheap pirate costume and had his stand by the door with a tray of snacks I went as the penguin but everyone mistu me for the Monopoly man people came around at around 7 Mr Mayhem was a big hit there's just something about dummies and dolls that rub people the wrong way it's The Uncanny Valley thing of it I guess it was the centerpiece for a lot of selfies that
(04:11) night as the punch bowl got emptier and the night got darker we all left for the club leaving Mr Mayhem by the door I had a lot of fun a few drinks too many there was a bit of drama with two friends of mine having an argument but all in all he was a good knight an acquaintance of mine won the costume contest with a sort of bioluminescent fish thing it was insane if you got a costume that you got to charge batteries for you've taken it to another level in the moment I couldn't tell anything was wrong but if IID listened a
(04:55) little closer I would have heard a thing or two cracking and creaking heard from the alley out back as something moved the bouncer mentioned a guy dressed as a crash test on me a dark silhouette just outside the frosted glass of the bathroom window by the end of the night I made my way home and slid the keys into my door only to notice that it was already unlocked I could have sworn I locked it but figured I must have missed it in all the commotion I did a drunken half check around the apartment to see that nothing
(05:36) was stolen there wasn't I didn't even think about checking for Mr Mayhem if I had I would have noticed there was nothing standing by the door waiting for me with snacks I would have noticed the bowl having rolled off to the side spilling wrapped tofes and butter caramels across the carpet but no my face planted into my bed and waited for another day it wasn't until the next morning that I noticed it was missing I sent a couple of texts to the others of the party asking if they did something to it all I got was a
(06:19) resounding no in response if anything they just thought it had been a fun prop I checked all over the apartment and the storage I even asked my next door neighbor if they'd seen anything nothing Mr mayem was just gone it wasn't a big loss or anything but I didn't like the idea of someone being in my apartment for no good reason things just don't disappear for nothing if someone wanted a crash test on me I could have sold it for a quick hundred or so instead I found myself running back and forth growing increasingly anxious
(07:03) about someone being in my space I even called the landlord about having the locks changed the following Monday Mr Mayhem was still missing while it was still on my mind I had a 100 more pressing matters at hand it had started raining and absentmindedly wandered across the parking lot I was almost at the front door and something in the back of my mind asked me to stop like a sudden feeling of unease it's hard to explain the challenge to look a little closer so I did turning around and looking up I could see Mr
(07:50) Mayhem it was on the roof of my apartment building with his head align straight forward someone must have dragged it up there as a joke it looked like someone about to jump of a building I was going to have to bring it down I didn't want anyone to be accidentally traumatized I headed straight for the door to the stairwell covering my head with a file folder the rain was relentless something smashed into the pavement right in front of me loud plastic bang as Mr Mayhem hit the ground a couple of feet further and I'd have
(08:34) been crushed I just stood there for a moment hearing the rain tapping against my f folder on my head Mr Mayhem was intact but the body was just mangled every single extremity bent at an unnatural angle but that didn't hamper that Eerie painted on smile I was a bit hesitant to touch it my heart was racing that thing was heavy and it had fallen far enough to do some serious damage had it hit me which it almost did I dragged it back down into the basement storage I had to shuffle around some furniture and ended up tossing it
(09:18) on top of an old sofa I locked the storage with a padlock turned off the lights and closed the door behind me I'd get rid of that thing soon enough I went to bed early that night I kept getting shakes and Twitches as if my body was still recoiling from having Mr Mayhem crash into the pavement right in front of me I felt Twitchy as if I hadn't slowed down yet I was stuck in high gear and it carried over into the next morning I stress cleaned my kitchen and bedroom before I even got breakfast as I was cleaning in and around the
(10:01) fridge I scooped out what looked like an old fainted note a post it that must have been stuck to the fridge by the previous tenant don't let it out I stood there staring at the note for a good few minutes letting my paranoia run rampant I tried to explain it away but every thought came circling back around to one point that must have been a reason for Mr Mayhem being left behind and what happened to the previous [Music] tenant over the next few days I considered how to get rid of it I thought about just driving it to the
(10:47) garbage dump and dropping it off somewhere but I didn't like the idea of it being let out I could burn it but I had to get a good space to do it I could just sell it of course that didn't feel responsible either I was running out of patience and ideas so I finally decided on soaring it up and dropping it into the river I prepped a backpack with a saw duct tape a hammer and garbage bags the following night I got to work I dragged Mr May out to my car and stuffed it into the trunk I didn't want to do it in the daylight
(11:32) as the thing still looked like a person and I didn't want to have to explain myself I was going to drive down to a clear spot near the river and get to work it wasn't far but I had to cross the highway it was a short drive but it was tense it felt like I was doing something wrong like Mr Mayhem was a person rather than a dummy as I closed the trunk and got behind the wheel I stealed myself the moment I put the keys in I got this strange impulse that I should have duct taped its hands and feet then again why should I it was just
(12:18) a dummy I got stuck waiting at two separate left turns each time I just sat there listening to the hum of the engine expecting to hear a thumping or smacking something coming from the trunk I was expecting the thing to do something it wasn't a rational thing to listen for but I couldn't help it and yet nothing came I crossed the highway made my way down the river and found a spot by a clearing where I wouldn't bother anyone I parked my car got out and held my bre breath as I opened the trunk for a split second I could imagine
(13:06) someone lying there a living person screaming pleading for help I blinked it away as the trunk revealed Mr Mayhem in all his inanimate Splendor there was nothing here to fear still just chopping up something with the shape of a person was going to be uncomfortable I dragged it out to the bank of the river laid out my tools and took a good look at it I reached for the hammer first to break the joints that would make it easier to saw the thing was made to withstand serious punishment breaking it wouldn't be easy I started with the left hand
(13:53) there's a sort of test run I whacked out the joints and brought out the saw but I got this sick feeling in my stomach with every crack I never heard bone breaking but I imagined that was it I felt like a butcher and those eyes those plain looking painted on eyes just little dots but I felt them boring into my mind the cheap human imitation but human nonetheless I skipped ahead a few steps and aimed the hammer directly at its face I brought the hammer down smack after smack after smack until the dummy cracked the nose buckled inwards and the
(14:44) cheeks split into butterfly shaped shards I picked out pieces with my nails I shuddered there was some sort of padding on the inside that just made my skin crawl there was something about the texture I paused there was a small white growth a tooth I stepped back looking down at the broken dummy just beneath the cracked surface embedded inside was a dead man mummified and dried within the confines of the plastic shell I couldn't breathe it had been there all along hidden in plain sight there were so many things to do
(15:37) that I couldn't begin to form a coherent thought who do I call what do I do could I possibly be liable for some kind of damage who was the person inside were they missing I stepped back dropping the hammer I covered my mouth and took these little micro breaths repeating oh my guard to myself over and over as if the rocking motion would somehow dislodge a good idea from the back of my mind I decided I'd get back to my car and call the police I hurried back got into the driver's seat and closed the door I took
(16:19) in my cell phone dial the emergency services and then heard a click I looked to the left something fast moved my way and then the world turned upside down in a sudden shock of pain I drifted In and Out Of Consciousness I was somewhere dark and cramped it must have taken me at least 10 minutes just to realize I was in the trunk of my car and the car was moving I could hear the radio allbe it it turned down I had a swelling over my nose in my left eye and I could feel my sense of balance being shaky at best I reached for my cell phone but it
(17:11) was still in the passenger seat I never managed to call the emergency services at some point the car came to a stop I heard the door on the driver's side open and close and the sound of someone walking away there was a slight Echo to it suggesting we were parked somewhere inside possibly a large space I didn't waste any time instead of trying to open the trunk I wriggled and crawled my way into the back seat from there I contorted myself into the driver's seat locked the doors and fumbled around for my cell
(17:53) phone looking up intermittently I could see that I was in some kind of storage facility it was hard to tell the lights were off as soon as I felt the cold metal of the phone I picked it up unlocked it and dialed the Emergency Services it didn't take long for a voice to come in on the other end I've I've been kidnapped I stuttered I don't know where I am but if I hadn't talked so loud I might have heard the footsteps coming back if I'd been more attentive I could have seen it in the rear view mirror but I
(18:34) was both loud and inattentive and it came at a great cost because as the operator asked me about my name and location the driver side window was shattered into a thousand pieces something grabbed me by the neck and shoulder the second later I was flung through the window and out onto the cold pavement about 8 ft or so the cell phone tumbled to the ground as a white plastic foot crushed it looking up I saw it in full view Mr Mayhem now revealing a death's head grin I ran I got to my feet and just took off I could hear thumping plastic noises
(19:24) behind me as Mr Mayhem followed I ran straight through an abandon workshop and a lunchroom finally I slammed the door open to an unmarked space hoping against hope it would be something useful a small room packed to the brim with crashed T dummies at least 50 standing shoulder toh shoulder all those painted smiles and dotlike eyes all walking my way I didn't have time to see if there were like Mr May him or not so instead of turning back which would be a certain end I pressed forward I pushed my way past plastic
(20:08) arms hands and torsos most were just empty shells ready to be filled and used others were fully functional I could have sworn a couple of heads turned my way but I didn't stop to check I could hear the footsteps that followed me slow and as I turned around I realized I had no idea where it had went just the Sea of white featureless creatures and one of them was something else I was afraid to move I could be brushing up against that thing without even knowing it was a sharp noise as what sounded like broken glass being shuffled
(20:55) around on the floor one clear sound of a Shard being lifted I tried to make my way to the back of the room so I could Circle back every now and then I'd look at the dummies only to notice more of them with scribbles on the back of their head Miss Waters Mr colone all made with Hasty scribbles a stray thought crossed my mind maybe it wasn't Mr Mayhem but Mr Mayhew it had been kind of hard to tell I had yet to run into it as I began circling the dark corners of the room making my way back the way I came I
(21:42) heard the sound of glass scraping against plastic and something was coming closer I had to keep myself from panicking there was no telling what would happen if I were to stumble in there instead I kept a steady pace trying to count my breaths one two rushing up against another dummy I stopped something was strange it didn't have a left hand it slowly turned my way revealing a dead man's face Mr Mayhem an impromptu glass shank sliced at me scraping the edge of my jacket it and shattering against the wall a
(22:32) handless left arm reached for me but I pushed it aside I bowled over the lifeless dummies and headed straight for the door reaching it and leaving the dummies behind me I slammed the door shut I hastily looked to see if there was a lock but there wasn't before I could make a plan the door came off its hinges and tumbled to the ground like a cracked bowling pin Mr Mayhem twitched forward every movement sudden and painful making my way back to the workshop I realized that there was no way I could outrun it Mr Mayhem was both
(23:15) faster and more resilient I was grasping at straws there had to be something anything my dod's chain coming down from the ceiling and kept going towards the back only the stop that chain I could use it it was connected to a winch in the middle of the factory floor probably used the Hoist and move equipment it would have to do the timing had to be perfect if I went too soon or too late I'd be done for I saw Mr Mayhem approaching step by step step unblinking painted eyes replaced with Hollow sockets then I pulled at the winch as
(24:09) hard as I could hoping against hope the effect was immediate I hadn't seen the hook at the end it shot straight up impaling Mr mayhem's lower jaw the chain was still slack and it was getting closer but it couldn't quite get to me anymore instead I kept pulling and pulling and pulling every rattle on the Chain bringing it higher and higher into the air like hoisting a flag as the chain clicked into a lock Mr Mayhem was dangling 15 ft or so in the air it stopped moving even though it couldn't move its
(24:56) face I could feel it looking at me plotting this wasn't going to be the end of it I made my way back to the car calling the Emergency Services as I wiped the broken glass from the driver's seat as I was asked for a location I noticed something on the far walls a series of overalls hanging at the edge of the door three to be exact one for Patty Waters and another for John Kal and the final one for Samson Mayhew eventually the police came I'd gone outside and collapsed against the wall crushing a handful of overgrown
(25:46) wild flowers on my way down I just sat there picking the Petals of a blue sunflower when the officers came around to ask me questions I tried to explain that I'd been kidnapped and assaulted but there was no way for me to tell them that the crash test on me had done it instead I had to lie through my teeth I had to say that my mystery attacker had hoisted that dummy up into the air it didn't take long for the police to find not one with three bodies three workers at the abandoned Factory all presumed dead and missing
(26:31) stuffed within the framing of the crash test dummies they themselves had made decades ago this was about 2 years ago somewhere in that ballpark I haven't seen or heard anything about those dummies since I think they cleared out the storage and I think they had some kind of forensic specialist on site but there was no public announcement or accusation I was only called in once to make a basic statement but there was no followup I've been imagining those three dummies sitting locked up in some storage just biing their time that Dead
(27:17) face waiting to look my way again now the reason why I write this is because of something I read the other month there was an article about a Breakin at the county evidence Locker resulting in one wounded officer and a handful of pieces of evidence go missing the salant were described as two men and a woman they were described as bald and wearing plain white clothes if I was a betting man I'd say there isn't much time before we start seeing more than three of these misters and misses if I hadn't gotten out of there I'm
(28:02) pretty sure there was an empty casing that would in time have my name on it and maybe this still is