Board 8 > I'm starting to feel cramped in this small apartment.

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Maybe that's the problem.

I just had to go and choose the cheapest apartment, the only one in the basement. The lack of windows down here makes day and night seem to slip by seamlessly. I havent been out in a few days because Ive been working on this programming project so intensively. I suppose I just wanted to get it done. Hours of sitting and staring at a monitor can make anyone feel strange, I know, but I dont think thats it.

Im not sure when I first started to feel like something was odd. I cant even define what it is. Maybe I just havent talked to anyone in awhile. Thats the first thing that crept up on me. Everyone I normally talk to online while I program has been idle, or theyve simply not logged on at all. My instant messages go unanswered. The last e-mail I got from anybody was a friend saying hed talk to me when he got back from the store, and that was yesterday. Id call with my cell phone, but receptions terrible down here. Yeah, thats it. I just need to call someone. Im going to go outside.
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B.) Raptors
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I liked this story.

Well, that didnt work so well. As the tingle of fear fades, Im feeling a little ridiculous for being scared at all. I looked in the mirror before I went out, but I didnt shave the two-day stubble Ive grown. I figured I was just going out for a quick cell phone call. I did change my shirt, though, because it was lunchtime, and I guessed that Id run into at least one person I knew. That didnt end up happening. I wish it did.

When I went out, I opened the door to my small apartment slowly. A small feeling of apprehension had somehow already lodged itself in me, for some indefinable reason. I chalked it up to having not spoken to anyone but myself for a day or two. I peered down the dingy grey hallway, made dingier by the fact that it was a basement hallway. On one end, a large metal door led to the buildings furnace room. It was locked, of course. Two dreary soda machines stood by it; I bought a soda from one the first day I moved in, but it had a two year old expiration date. Im fairly sure nobody knows those machines are even down here, or my cheap landlady just doesnt care to get them restocked.
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C.) Raptors
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First thoughts upon reading this:

Iamamongyou posted...

Maybe that's the problem.

I just had to go and choose the cheapest apartment, the only one in the basement. The lack of windows down here makes day and night seem to slip by seamlessly. I havent been out in a few days because Ive been working on this programming project so intensively. I suppose I just wanted to get it done. Hours of sitting and staring at a monitor can make anyone feel strange, I know, but I dont think thats it.

Im not sure when I first started to feel like something was odd. I cant even define what it is. Maybe I just havent talked to anyone in awhile. Thats the first thing that crept up on me. Everyone I normally talk to online while I program has been idle, or theyve simply not logged on at all. My instant messages go unanswered. The last e-mail I got from anybody was a friend saying hed talk to me when he got back from the store, and that was yesterday. Id call with my cell phone, but receptions terrible down here. Yeah, thats it. I just need to call someone. Im going to go outside.

Huh. This should totally be the beginning of a creepypasta.

Iamamongyou posted...

Well, that didnt work so well. As the tingle of fear fades, Im feeling a little ridiculous for being scared at all. I looked in the mirror before I went out, but I didnt shave the two-day stubble Ive grown. I figured I was just going out for a quick cell phone call. I did change my shirt, though, because it was lunchtime, and I guessed that Id run into at least one person I knew. That didnt end up happening. I wish it did.

When I went out, I opened the door to my small apartment slowly. A small feeling of apprehension had somehow already lodged itself in me, for some indefinable reason. I chalked it up to having not spoken to anyone but myself for a day or two. I peered down the dingy grey hallway, made dingier by the fact that it was a basement hallway. On one end, a large metal door led to the buildings furnace room. It was locked, of course. Two dreary soda machines stood by it; I bought a soda from one the first day I moved in, but it had a two year old expiration date. Im fairly sure nobody knows those machines are even down here, or my cheap landlady just doesnt care to get them restocked.

Oh. Guess I called it before I knew it.
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I closed my door softly, and walked the other direction, taking care not to make a sound. I have no idea why I chose to do that, but it was fun giving in to the strange impulse not to break the droning hum of the soda machines, at least for the moment. I got to the stairwell, and took the stairs up to the buildings front door. I looked through the heavy doors small square window, and received quite the shock: it was definitely not lunchtime. City-gloom hung over the dark street outside, and the traffic lights at the intersection in the distance blinked yellow. Dim clouds, purple and black from the glow of the city, hung overhead. Nothing moved, save the few sidewalk trees that shifted in the wind. I remember shivering, though I wasnt cold. Maybe it was the wind outside. I could vaguely hear it through the heavy metal door, and I knew it was that unique kind of late-night wind, the kind that was constant, cold, and quiet, save for the rhythmic music it made as it passed through countless unseen tree leaves.
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D.) Raptors
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