slixzn
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It was late at night and I was just sitting on Discord, talking and scrolling like usual. At first everything felt normal, but then I started hearing something outside my room. It was voices. Not one or two, but like a bunch of people all talking at once. Most of what they said didn’t make any sense, just random sounds and gibberish, but every now and then I swore I heard my name mixed in.
That was when my stomach dropped. My chest felt tight and my head started racing. I tried to focus on Discord, telling myself it was nothing, but I couldn’t. I just kept listening, waiting for another sound. Normally when this happens the voices get angry, louder and more aggressive, like they are yelling at me. This time they weren’t like that. They weren’t angry, but they weren’t friendly either. Just there, talking, whispering, repeating my name like it meant something.
Paranoia hit me fast. I grabbed my desk chair and shoved it up against the door. I stacked other stuff on top of it, whatever I could reach, just to make some kind of block. I wanted the door to feel stronger, like it would keep them out. My hands were shaking while I moved things. My breathing was all over the place, fast and sharp. I was hyperventilating but trying so hard to keep quiet because I thought if they heard me, they’d come in. Every sound in the house felt like proof. The creaks, the silence between the voices, it all added to the fear.
I crouched down low, hugging myself, listening. My body was tense and my head was a mess. I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. Were there actually people standing outside whispering about me? Or was it only in my head again? I told myself over and over that it wasn’t real, that it’s happened before, but it didn’t matter. The fear was stronger than the logic. The more I tried to figure it out, the less I could tell the difference. Everything blurred together until I couldn’t trust my own senses.
Time stretched on forever. Minutes felt like hours. The voices didn’t stop but they didn’t scream either. That almost made it worse. It was like they were just waiting, watching, letting me sit there in fear. My chest hurt from breathing so fast, my whole body was shaking. My thoughts spun in circles. I felt trapped in my own room and trapped in my own head at the same time.
When it finally passed, I didn’t even know how long it had been. My chair was still jammed against the door, my stuff piled up like a useless wall. My heart was still pounding and my hands felt weak. I couldn’t tell if I had just fought off something real or if I had been fighting myself the whole time. Either way, I was drained. The stress left me shaky, exhausted, and already dreading when it would happen again.
That was when my stomach dropped. My chest felt tight and my head started racing. I tried to focus on Discord, telling myself it was nothing, but I couldn’t. I just kept listening, waiting for another sound. Normally when this happens the voices get angry, louder and more aggressive, like they are yelling at me. This time they weren’t like that. They weren’t angry, but they weren’t friendly either. Just there, talking, whispering, repeating my name like it meant something.
Paranoia hit me fast. I grabbed my desk chair and shoved it up against the door. I stacked other stuff on top of it, whatever I could reach, just to make some kind of block. I wanted the door to feel stronger, like it would keep them out. My hands were shaking while I moved things. My breathing was all over the place, fast and sharp. I was hyperventilating but trying so hard to keep quiet because I thought if they heard me, they’d come in. Every sound in the house felt like proof. The creaks, the silence between the voices, it all added to the fear.
I crouched down low, hugging myself, listening. My body was tense and my head was a mess. I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. Were there actually people standing outside whispering about me? Or was it only in my head again? I told myself over and over that it wasn’t real, that it’s happened before, but it didn’t matter. The fear was stronger than the logic. The more I tried to figure it out, the less I could tell the difference. Everything blurred together until I couldn’t trust my own senses.
Time stretched on forever. Minutes felt like hours. The voices didn’t stop but they didn’t scream either. That almost made it worse. It was like they were just waiting, watching, letting me sit there in fear. My chest hurt from breathing so fast, my whole body was shaking. My thoughts spun in circles. I felt trapped in my own room and trapped in my own head at the same time.
When it finally passed, I didn’t even know how long it had been. My chair was still jammed against the door, my stuff piled up like a useless wall. My heart was still pounding and my hands felt weak. I couldn’t tell if I had just fought off something real or if I had been fighting myself the whole time. Either way, I was drained. The stress left me shaky, exhausted, and already dreading when it would happen again.
