Spectral HORROR | Narrated by DYBORG | Season 3, Episode 6.
NoSleep Nightmares (Ep. 17) "I was Friends with a Murderer" NoSleep by fully_aware
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I was friends with a murderer.
Several years ago I was drifting through life unfettered. I had no job, no home, no goals, no responsibilities. I survived and escaped a childhood filled with situations that scarred and damaged Me, so I chose to wander rather than settle. I smoked pot and popped pills, tried meth and cocaine and ecstasy. I wanted chemical happiness because I knew what to expect and could control how I was about to feel based on my drug of choice. It was a sketchy existence, I'll admit, but it was that or suicide. Terrible things happened to Me, but since I put myself in those situations, I didn't dwell on it.
It was during this time I met a man named Sam. Sam was short, about 5 foot 4, with long greasy brown hair. He had a beard that almost concealed his scar from a cleft lip, a small nose, and piercing eyes so dark brown that they looked black. He was ripped too, not an ounce of fat on him. Small but strong and left you feeling uncomfortable when you met him. He seemed harmless in a "serial killer in the making" kind of way. You knew something was seriously wrong inside his head, but also that he wasn't yet so far gone that your life was in danger today.
He was a recluse. Lived in a shitty little house that was always picked up neatly, but was so unsanitary you were afraid to pee in the toilet. He was a minimalist and utterly unnerving.
Sam and i used to sit in his dark living Room, out in the sticks, smoking weed and talking. I have a somewhat disturbing sense of humor, I know, which served me well when I later joined the military and became an upstanding citizen. But I have a dark side, same as many. My mind is bent from a lifetime of severe abuse. Having someone to talk to about the more perverse pieces of me felt freeing. Unfortunately, I didn't realize how much further down that road he was going to travel.
I'm no fool. I knew he had a thing for me. I'm not conceited, but I'm also not falsely humble or naive. I know what I look like. And Sam had let me know in no uncertain terms that if I would just give a chance, he would worship me, give me every dark thing my heart desired. To be honest, it was a repulsive thought to Me. He had weed and a place for me to crash, so I rejected him gently.
Many of our conversations were about death and dying, how we would teach lessons to those that deserved it. He joked about how to get away with murder and how he would do it. Dishonorably discharged from the Marines, he described in detail how you would have to lie in wait for your victim....for days sometimes. How to live off the land, what plants and berries you could eat while stalking them to learn their habits and routines. How he would enter their home and how he would hunt them. How he would kill them, in horrific ways. My angry and broken soul drank it in, darkly pleased someone understood how I felt about the stepfather that molested me. we laughed when he said he would take the head because everybody has seen the movies, and if you don't take the head they'll come after you.
It was fucked up, I know. But it was just shit talking. Catharsis. Or so I thought.
Time went by and I got my head on a bit straighter. I had a job and a house I was renting out in the country. I worked odd hours so I would get home about midnight and get to bed around 5. One night I was watching tv, something mundane, and caught something out the corner of my eye move past the window. The hair on my neck stood up and I immediately pictured every horror movie I had ever seen. I closed all the blinds and curtains, double checked the locks on the windows and doors, then went to my room to finish my movie.
The next day I got a phone call from Sam asking if I wanted to come over. I declined saying I had work, but promised to get with him soon. It was a lie. We both knew it and he hung up on me.
That night I was off work and had a friend over. We weren't dating, but we slept together on occasion. No candlelight dinners or romance. Just great sex and good conversation. He was asleep but because of my schedule, I was wide awake. I thought I heard something outside and muted the tv. Again, I heard something like stick breaking, as tho someone stepped on it right outside my window. I got up to check and saw someone duck down! Completely freaked out, I called 911 and woke up my friend. The cops found fresh footprints all around my house, and older ones as Well, at every window. Someone had been watching me. More than once. I packed my stuff and moved to a friend's house about 25 miles away.
Months went by and I joined the Army. I had continued getting calls and messages from Sam, but when I got sober our conversations started seeming more and more weird. He just kept closing in on me and wouldn't take no for an answer. For the first time, I started feeling unsafe around him.
After Basic and AIT, I pushed out to South Korea. I was enjoying my life and slowly trying to overcome my past. I was recreating a version of me that I could respect. I spent a year there and absolutely loved it. I met my husband there. About mid-way through my tour I received a phone call from my mom. She was asking about Sam and what type of person he was.
"Sam?" I asked. "He's weird but whatever. Why do you ask?"
"Because he's been coming around the past couple of weeks. He came on to Me!" My mom sounded so shocked and confused. To be honest, so was I. I cautioned her to get him gone, to not have anything to do with him. She agreed. A week later she calls back saying someone broke into her house and took a bunch of stuff from my old room. Despite everything, i never thought it was Sam. Yes he was weird as fuck, but he wasn't the type to do anything like that. Hindsight is 20/20 and now I see all the red flags I ignored then. Mom wasn't home when it happened and wasn't sure what all was taken because it was only some shit I had in storage there.
3 months later she calls again. Apparently Sam had been arrested. I figured he went for some petty shit like the weed he grew at home and smoked or the Xanax he popped on occasion. Ha. He got arrested for murder. He had stalked a woman, lying in wait outside her house in the woods, watching her for days......He entered her house through the basement window in the middle of the night and attacked her in her bed. He raped her and killed her. She was 27 years old. When the police entered his house, he was in his bed asleep, and still had blood on his chest. Her fucking head was on his nightstand and a pair of my panties were under his pillow. Mom sent me the screenshot of the news report. She was my height, dark hair and green eyes like Me, and he had written her notes about OUR conversations and left them all over her house for her to randomly find. Telling her what he wanted to do to her ((me)) based on our long ago talks.
I've never gotten over it. I still sleep with a night light and I'm 35. I'm also a recluse. I leave my house to go to work and get groceries but that's it. My friend turned out to be a sadistic psychopath with a Dahmer complex. And after seeing what he did to her I fully understand what he wanted to do to me when he watched me with my friend. What horrors are in my friends heads? The people I know....the people YOU know but aren't aware of? Be careful. You can't always know what your people are really dreaming about.
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