Consciousness came suddenly. He found himself in an empty corridor, completely silent. The walls, ceiling, and floor were made of a strange material, soft in appearance as if they were covered in velvet. There was a soft light illuminating it, with a reddish tint.

What's this empty corridor? He thought. He tried to look back and it was at that moment that he realized that there was something strange. Something with his body. He couldn't feel it. He didn't feel his legs, his arms; he didn't even feel his eyelids and, now that he came to think of it, he hadn't blinked since he was awake. Had he opened his eyes when he regained consciousness? He didn't remember doing it. Why I cannot see my body? Why I cannot… feel it?

The deathly silence was interrupted by a mechanical sound. A strange feeling invaded him. How was it possible, not to feel the body but to feel that? A kind of electric current, throbbing, compression… pain. It was pain. And it ran through him as if his body was constantly being crushed.

He searched for the source of the sound. He didn't know how he could focus without feeling his eyes, but he did: a machine was running down the hall. It looked like a metallic spider; its elongated body had at least eight legs that moved, sticking their ends into floors and walls. Those ends were blades; sharp swords that cut through the soft material the corridor was made of.

And with each cut, a wave of pain washed over him. But he couldn't scream, it was impossible for him. He couldn't feel his face to open his mouth, his throat, his lips. He could only scream in his mind.

Why? It was the only thing he could think of. Why is this happening to me?

"Hello, human!" A synthetic voice, as if it were a computer, spoke in his mind. “Welcome to the body simulator.” It paused. Body simulator? What was it talking about? “Your body was discarded and your brain preserved; don't worry, you will be kept connected to our amazing technology forever.”

The voice seemed too happy to be communicating that information and he, meanwhile, felt how terror flooded him more and more.

“You were connected to the cameras in this corridor, as well as the artificial flesh that covers it. Don't worry! We have plenty of pain-inducing pets to keep you going for ages!”

Panic washed over him. Had he still had lungs and a beating heart, he was sure his breathing and heartbeat would have increased a hundred percent. He yelled into his mind once more. The metallic creature continued to walk down the corridor, cutting skin—his skin—with its blades. The only thing he could hear was the sound of bushes moving.

Why are you doing this to me? I didn't ask for it! I want my body back! He screamed into his mind, the only way he had to communicate.

Nobody answered.

Even knowing that he didn't have a body, the instinct was stronger and he tried to move his arms, hit things, kick. Nothing worked, of course. Despite being connected to the corridor, nothing changed in it.

The pain kept going through him. If he left it, he was sure that it would take over his mind completely.

Get me out of here! He screamed. He cried. There were no tears, of course, but he could feel himself crying because he remembered the feeling. I don't want this, I never asked for this!

The pain stopped suddenly. The machine had stopped moving. The corridor was completely silent again, as was his mind. The reddish light reflected off the metallic body of the creature, giving it a reddish hue as well. From a certain angle, it seemed to be on fire. From another, it seemed that his mechanical eyes, lifeless, were full of anger.

He basked in relief for he didn't know how long. How to know how much time passed in that place? How to know that the minutes passed at all? Everything was static and silent; nothing changed.

That unsettled him. Hello? He asked. Is there someone? There was no answer. The synthetic voice did not speak to him again. Was he still alive? He couldn't feel anything, only his thoughts. If not even time passed there, was he even existing?

An incredible anguish invaded him. Did he exist? Had he ceased to exist? His brain was still alive, that's what the voice had said, but… Was that enough? If he continued to have a body, he was sure he would have a lump in his throat; he would be biting his nails, shuffling his feet; biting his lips.

The only thing he could do, however, was change viewing angles. He didn't understand how he was doing it, but he could change his field of view by going from one camera to the other. He saw the corridor from various angles: the flesh that covered it was the same on all sides. He couldn't even see the parts where the machine had cut him. He had healed automatically? Maybe.

The machine itself was still static. Some of its legs were stuck in the ground, but the others were in the air. He couldn't feel the perforations. He didn't feel anything.

Please get me out of here, he thought. He couldn't do more than that, think. I want to return to my body. He wanted to cry, to lie on his bed and cry there all night.

This must be worse than dying, he told himself. Dead, at least he wouldn't think anything, right? Or at least that's what he supposed. That led to another question: Can I sleep? he asked him to nothing. Again, no one answered.

He tried to do it, falling asleep. But how to sleep when he didn't have a tired body? He tried to stop thinking, to make his mind relax so he could fall prey to sleep. He used the techniques that he used when he had insomnia.

Nothing worked. His brain was still working. Consciousness did not leave him.

He still didn't know how much time had passed. Hours? Days? Years? It was impossible to know.

He felt that he could go crazy in that place. Was he going crazy? Was madness possible in such a place? If he had no body, if he was isolated, if he was just a brain floating in some strange liquid that kept him alive, what defined insanity? All of this was crazy.

More silence. In the corridor and in his mind. Again trying to sleep, without any success. Again an indefinite time without feeling anything at all.

What I've become? Am I even human? His thoughts were now scattered. Something flashed through his mind and, had he had a throat, he would have burst out laughing.

Please turn the machine back on, he thought.

Once again, no one answered. But the metallic spider began to move again. The blades ripped through his skin, pain washed through him, and he finally felt again.

He could cry, scream in pain… and in happiness.

He felt again.

He was human again.

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Flesh

So this story happened twenty-seven years ago and was experienced by my old man. So yeah, my father back in high school was a young, brave, yet curious man. He has always had a penchant for the occult and demonic things. His friends asked him if he was interested in opening a strange box that they founded digging up a grave. He accepted right away. That box looked odd, tho as if it was very, very old, like more than 75 years old. All cracked up brownish from the decay and dry as a bone. So as they knew they weren't supposed to be in possession of a box digged up from a grave they decided to go back in that cemetery to open it, instead of one's of the boys house.

Real dumb if you ask me.

So yeah, back in the cemetery one of my dad's friends became really concern about what that box was keeping since it was locked rolled in a sort of parchemin but could see the wood since there were holes in it. And he decided that maybe they should reconsider before opening it. They all chickened him, so he just sat there and said, "whatevers coming out of this I don't claim it" oh I should mention it was night time, no sounds, candle light and kind of warm temps around 20°c. They began to unroll the box from the damaged parchemin, noticed a strange writing on it, but didn't give it more thought. When it was all gone, they tried to open the box, but the lock wouldn't budge.

They decided to cut it off with the cutter they brought and managed to open it slowly. A cloud of dust came out of it just as it was blown by the wind, but even the top of trees weren't moving they became even more curious or stupid, depending on which side you stand. Inside was a word written in a strange language and a mirror in the upper part of the box. For fun, one of the friends decided to break that mirror, and what a stupid idea this was!

A loud and high scream came out as if someone was dying or getting burned. They all freeze there mouth open knowing they might have fucked up real good. Do you remember the candle? Well, yeah, still no winds in the horizon, yet one by one, they all extinguished, and when the last one died, the temperature dropped down by many degrees, and a muffle sound started. Just as if someone was circling around them mumbling un-earable things. They got scared and ran away.

Leaving the box there in the middle of the cemetery.

That night, none of them were able to sleep, too scared of what they heard. My father tho was seeing an old creepy lady. Dressed in a sort of old night dress, the woman was gazing in his eyes. With a look straight back from evil. Each time my father would try to close his eyes to get some sleep, he could hear that thing getting close and closer. He would open his eyes, and she would be where he saw her last, but he wasn't crazy. The creaking was coming from his hardwood floor. He kept his eyes on that lady until the morning when he couldn't bear this and fell asleep. He woke up.

The lady?

Gone

He got goosebumps all over his body, but he had to go to school, so he got ready and left for school. When he arrived there, he met up with the boys and asked them if they were able to sleep, which then all replied negatively. "You saw her too then?" He asked. The boys looked confused and didn't know what he was talking about, so one of them told him to quit joking it wasn't funny they all craped their pants but yeah nothing happened it was time to come over this. The thing is, my father never lied before, so why start now? He explained what happened to him, and the day went by.

That night, my father received a call from all of them saying they were seeing her now and believed in him. They went to the conclusion to go back to the cemetery and try to put that thing in, whatever it was back where it belonged. As the other night, they came and looked for the box but discovered it was nowhere to be found. They even went in the woods nearby and never found it. It was getting late and none of them saw the lady again that evening. They decided to get to each others home and they'll discuss that the next day. Sadly that bitch weren't gone, but waiting for each of them at their house, in the very same corner of the boys rooms. My father said he has never been that scared in his life

Put his head below his covers and sheets, he said, hearing her breathing just on top of him as if she was just waiting for him to look at her. Yet again, no sleep. The following day, they decided by the end of the day they would get an ouija board, go back in there, and put an end to this.

You and I know it's clearly not the best idea they could have gotten, right?

So yeah, they went back in and brought the ouija board, some candles, and a cross. They set the board on the ground at the exact same spot they opened the box, each put one finger on the circle thing spirit use to communicate and waited. Deep breath taken, they asked for the thing that was glued to them if it was there.

The little circle or narrow thing began moving. The answer is "Yes."

They asked why it was doing all that

No answer

They asked if they disturbed the thing The answer is "yes."

They asked if they could do something to redeem thereself and if the thing could leave them be The answer is "no."

They asked if the thing wanted to kill them The answer is "eventually, not yet."

One of the guys, the poor dude, stated crying, " You see? You see why I didn't want to be part of this, " he sobs.

They asked it again to leave them alone, this time

The answer was "in exchange of what?"

One of them proposed his soul

A subtle laugh was able to be heard, not far away from them.

Then it was written, " I'm not belzebub."

What do you want then? One of them exclaimed "Your bodies," it answered "so young." it continued

They freaked out cause when the thing stopped moving they all felt a depleasent feeling trought their chest as if something that belonged with them was pulling out of their bodies. They all tried to close the session, but the answer was

"Too late hungry"

They then tried to take their fingers off the thing but found themselves sort of glued to it. My father started screaming by the top of his lungs until eventually the priest that was living in a small sort of house next to the church, by the other side of the roads a couple hundred meters away on the left heard the screams. Alerted, he rumbled in the cemetery, and as soon as he saw the boys a hand on their chest panting all longing on the ground, a finger on the ouija board still as the thing was doing circle, he started compeling the quote demon quote to leave them alone. After about twenty minutes of agony and prich from the priest, which felt like an eternity for the boys, everything just stopped their finger set free from the board the priest then closed and burned the said board.

The boys went unconscious for about three days after that. When they woke up, they had a little wratle from the priest about how dangerous and imbecile that was from them to start a session in the cemetery. When they talked about the box they found before the priest went very, very pale, then he excused himself as he went to do a phone call. About a week later, more priest quote purified by the boys' soul and body for about four hours, and then they never had any experience like that, but my father is still having nightmares from that night and I find him drinking a lot in the night.

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Don't open that box.

1:34 AM: I’m sat here writing this, not sure if it’s the last thing I’ll ever write. At around 1:20am something snuck into my house,my dog was in the hallway and the light hallway light turned on. All I saw was the shadows of this thing, this creature pick up my dog and bit her head off. I saw the blood splatter all over the floor and on my doorway. I don’t know what this thing Is but whatever it is, it wants me to know that it’s here. I’ve tried calling the police but they don’t believe that a big monster came into my home and killed my dog, so they laughed and the dispatcher hung up the phone on me.

1:40 AM: God, if your out there please help me, it went to my sisters room and I’ve just seen her body being dragged down the hallway and down the stairs, there was a long trail of thick, red blood going behind her. I’m not going to go into details on what her body looked like, but it was gruesome.

2:00 AM: It’s been gone for a good 20 minutes, i think im safe for now, I tried 911 again but I live in the middle of the woods so they’ll take a good 30 minutes, I hope I survive for that long.

2:05 AM: I WAS SO WRONG IM NEVER SAFE. It went in my parents room, I heard every scream, every thud as I heard the screams becoming weaker and weaker, I heard the steps coming from my parents room going down the stairs again. I closed my eyes this time. I don’t want to see the bodies again.

2:38 AM: The police arrives but it wiped out the whole police team in one swipe. I heard all those screams of terror as it stepped out of my house. I don’t think I’m making it out of this.

2:42 AM: It came back upstairs, I’m underneath my covers, I think it’s just stood at my door, waiting.

It came into my room, I’m not sure if it’s out.

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My morning started off as normal, brushing my teeth, staring at the mirror to long and eventually heading off to work.I am the definition of a starving artist, after paying my bills have zero to no money left, its driving me insane but everytime I decide to give up I draw and it always convinces me to keep going.

Later in the evening, I got a listing on my website, someone ordered a custom painting. I was over joyed but hoped I would be able to get it done by the end of the week. I called the person who ordered the painting to ask what design they wanted, on the phone they sounded sketchy and had an extremely deep voice.

"Hello, Anyone there?" I asked politely," I just want a dark figure in the corner of a bedroom, can you do that?" The man requested, I replied reassuringly. He hanged up the phone before I could take another breath.

I looked at my watch, it said eleven minutes past eleven " how is it that time already? I better go to sleep."I thought. I lay in my bed thinking about the weird request which didn't sound weird at the time of the call.

It was the next day and I was driving to work excited to start drawing the request. I peacefully walked into work, I sat down at my desk isolating myself from my colleges. I start to work on the background, I don't usually do that but it just felt right. I was drawing and glanced at the clock, I readed 17:00, "time to go home" I quietly mumble, u take the drawing home as I haven't finished and wanted to get it done.

I arrived home just after 6 o'clock, the first thing I do is start drawing I just wanted to get it over with. When drawing I started to feel uneasy like someone was watching over me but I quickly forgot about it

I was nearly done probably about at quarter of the drawing next when I got that uneasy feeling again. When the feeling got worse I just felt I had to turn around, I saw something that would have given me night terrors if I lived.

Something I wasn't sure what, came running at me with full speed. I would've ran if I could of, my body was frozen the only thing I could think of was my very last thoughts

"Is that my drawing?"