So,
here it goes; I’ve succumb to the nearly viral trend of writing down your terrifying
experiences and sharing them with the world in the hopes that others will have
the same, or similar problems to yours. I don’t hope that, and I frankly don’t
care if anybody reads this or not, I just want it all to be written down. So, I
guess I will get right into this.
My
name is Violet Ivers. I’m nineteen, and currently six months pregnant with twin
boys. I’ve always been a loner and kept to myself, my favorite place in the
world being my bedroom because I don’t have to socialize there. I have been especially
detached from the outside world as of late though, because this pregnancy has
taken such extreme tolls on my body that I have been on bedrest. Between my
veganism, allergies to nuts and watermelon, making my desire to eat practically
nonexistent, and constant rashes and broken bones, I am no stranger to
hospitals, but although my body has been screwing me over these past six
months, I have almost never left the safety of my covers.
When
you spend so much time in the company of no one other than your unborn babies
and cat, neither of which can answer you or speak their mind, you start to look
for human contact elsewhere. So, my computer never leaves my side. I spend
hours watching youtube videos and talking to strangers on chat rooms under my
persona “Ivy Violetta” A play on my first and last names, and a character I
created when I used to write stories in second grade. My trouble started in
early September, a little less than a week ago. It was my younger brother’s
first day of school. My brothers are fifteen and eleven, so my parents still
had to drive them to their schools, and then to work, so I had the house to
myself for a few hours, although the other four people living with me knew that
I would probably never leave my “cave”.
This
day though, I woke up with stomach pains, different than the morning sickness
that had plagued me throughout my pregnancy. I got out of bed and went into the
bathroom, sighing because I was absolutely ready to get these babies out! Now,
I’m thinking they would be more safe not in the real world, but I will talk
about that more later. Anyhow, I had spent the last half of the year with
pains, aches, stretch marks, growing feet, nose, and cheeks, hot sweats,
dizziness, and anger. My once long, slender figure was now awkward and stocky,
and my weight of 121 pounds, very skinny for my 5’7 stature, had grown
significantly.
And
so, I brushed my teeth, rubbed my stomach, and went down the stairs to feed the
cat. I was only in the kitchen for maybe five minutes before I trekked up the
stairs back into the cave, and under the comfort of my blankets. My computer
was sitting opened on my bed, from the night before, and I reached forward for
it to see if I had received any messages. I had. I know it may seem cliché, but
I wish I never opened that message.
It
was from an anonymous user, and simply read
“Dear Girl, I know who you are,
though you may not know yourself. You can not leave, and will never hide. I am
always here, just one step behind you. Watch out.”
My
first thought? Damn, there are some weirdos in the world. That was all. I
opened a new tab and started to watch some storytime youtubers talking about
their first ghost encounters, just a way for me to take up time, when I heard a
ding from my computer.
“Florentina
my love, you can not leave me. Ever. Remember that, dear.”
Anonymous
again, and fucking stupid. I responded with a laughing face, saying
“I
think you have the wrong girl, sorry”
And got no responses
for days. With that, I moved on. I didn’t tell anybody, because there was no
point! The message was stupid, and since the user was anonymous, I figured they
were trolling. I mentioned it to my boyfriend this morning though when he came
over to visit. We were on my bed and the computer dinged. With a laugh, he
stole the computer from me, opening it, and then laughing hysterically.
“You are cheating on
me with this loser?” He asked, turning the screen to face me.
“Cheating on you?” I
asked, getting up slowly from the bed and walking toward him. Another anonymous
message, this one with a photo attachment. The picture was of a painting of a
young couples standing on the edge of a mountain. There clothes looked elegant
and extravagant, and since I always paid attention in school I deducted that
they were from ancient Greece or Rome. The message?
“Florentina,
why do you avoid my love? We will be together, even with oceans and time
parting us.”
“Florentina?” He
asked, and I spent the next hour explaining to him that this guy had messaged
me before with the same name, and that was it. Luckily my man has a sense of
humor, and accepted, like me, that the person was trolling. I wish I could
write more, seeing as the story probably seems uneventful and stupid, but I
have online school tomorrow and it is three in the morning, so I have to sleep.
I promise I will continue to write tomorrow, but I want to see how, since I
will spend all of today, in a few hours, on my computer, If I will get any more
messages. Stay tuned for updates.
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