Tar puppy, a Redditor whose real name has not been revealed, was left alone in the house for a month, while his family went on an ocean cruise strange things began to happen soon after things began to shift and the sense of being watched grew stronger. He begins to believe that he is not alone in the old house, with his dog murphy. After all, the tar puppy now a broken man could have frightened the tar puppy so much that he would let authorities raid and quarantine his parent’s home we’ll find out her entire story at the end of the story.
The first night went well, but the tar puppy had an anxiety disorder and something just felt different he’d been watching Netflix but his mind wouldn’t stop turning. He got out of bed and shuffled down the dark stairs to the kitchen to make himself some warm cocoa, which he drank outside on the porch, cupping in his cold hands. Little did he know that his every move was being watched from just outside the ring.
Illuminated by the dim porch light, the Redditor realized he had left his phone inside. He was so isolated that any connection to the outside world, so he carefully placed his mug on a small ledge outside the front door and dashed inside to retreat his cell phone as soon as he sprinted inside he threw the door’s bolt into the locked position. This action caused him to exhale a sigh of relief. Tarpy commented on his post that when he unlocked the front door and went outside for his mug of cocoa, it scares him to his bones. He looked around for his cocoa, but it was no longer on the ledge by the door.
It was now about six feet away from the door just inside the ring of light. He was terrified and well aware that all signs pointed to danger. He slammed the door shut behind him and locked it. Tar puppy senses were on high alert and he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his body. Then he heard heavy running footsteps and frantically peered through the peephole to see where they came from on the porch.
He saw a dark figure, pacing back and forth muttering viciously. Under its breath. Tar puppy suddenly realized that he had been being watched. The entire time tar puppy felt pretty confident enough. The next morning to go outside when the sun came up, he found his mug empty and a note rolled into it with three words scrawled on it.
Let us in redditors assumed that was tar puppy’s final post. A few days later, the situation in his home had only gotten worse, he updated the original post and it was even more disturbing than the first. The second incident happened when he arrived home from work earlier than usual, as he approached the refrigerator. He noticed that it was slightly open. He couldn’t have left it like this before leaving for work, but then again, who did it only a few moments before he arrived?
The consequences were incomprehensible. Tar puppy noticed something on the cutting board to his left in his peripheral vision, and he immediately recognized it as out of place. It was just another scrap of paper, the words whirled around his fractured mind and he frantically tore around the house. Looking for something any signs of forced entry, but he couldn’t find any tar puppy bolted to his room and locked the door behind him and he waited for them to show up. He refused to leave his room until the cops had searched every corner of the house.
As well as every dark shadow outside tar puppy could see the policeman’s disbelief grow, it was 9 30 pm. However, there was something tar puppy had never expected. He brought murphy inside and securely locked the doggy door, but something lurked within the walls just a few feet away from where he rested his head at night. The shattered Redditor finally felt at ease in his own home after a few nights of no incident. He was well aware that what had occurred that terrifying night remained a very real threat, but he believed he had identified and secured the weak point in the house.
He was paying attention. There was a constant and loud noise when the neighbours having a get-together. He leapt up and fetched a hammer when he couldn’t take the sound any longer and could feel it pulsing inside his brain pan. He collapsed against the wall exhausted but as he sat there listening to the din coming from the wall, his anxiety grew. What exactly was going on in tar, puppy’s house everything appeared to be wrong.
He was becoming increasingly paranoid. The house and the mystery of what was going on inside had completely consumed him. He would occasionally see dark shapes in his peripheral vision and think there was someone in the house, but they would vanish as soon as he moved his head. He staggered down the hall to the kitchen to brew some coffee in the hopes that it would give him the energy he needed for the task at hand, and he sat in the living room with his coffee. He noticed something as he sipped his coffee.
Something had pooled in a fixed stain on the carpet against the far wall, and this was where the odour came from. He stood up to examine the dark puddle on the carpet. Then he noticed something oozing down the wall in thick dark trails. He could feel his mind attempting to process this new information, but it was as if his mind was shrouded in a thick fog. Tar puppy went outside with murphy to escape the new craziness.
He had discovered he tapped and listened as he walked around the house’s walls. He thought he had pinpointed the point in the wall where the sound became louder. After circling the house several times, he moved his finger around trying to gauge the depth of the crevasse tar puppy, loosened a brick in the wall and triumphantly slid it out. He scraped his knuckles raw on the rough surface, but he didn’t seem to mind. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
It was so strange and unexpected that he assumed he was hallucinating. He blinked and shook his head, but it was there, so he took another look and took his phone from his pocket. They arrived in a large white van within an hour. Tar puppy knew he had a massive infestation on his hands when he saw the honeycomb when he removed the first brick. Their honey had begun to seep from the house’s moulding and cornices because there were so many of them.
He felt relieved now that he knew the sound he had been fixated on had a logical cause. Jordy of Jordy’s bee removal service was astounded when the remaining bricks were removed, revealing the inside wall of the old house. It was a massive beehive and it had taken over five hours to carefully smoke and relocate the bees. It was no surprise that the kid who had summoned them sounded dazed and appeared completely shell-shocked upon their arrival. Tar puppy paced around the house, anticipating the removal of the beehive he was trembling and having trouble organizing his thoughts.
There was something seriously wrong with him, but he couldn’t express his feelings in a way that his brain could comprehend. There smashed to pieces was the same mug. He found moved from the porch on that first terrible night lying on the tiles he could feel his entire world spinning uncontrollably and he reeled trying to stay awake. His stalker had returned to the house. He looked for a weapon anything he could use to defend himself from this unseen foe, who had been stalking him.
The tension had risen to dangerous levels and something had to give he stood with his back to the wall, his gaze fixed on the bedroom door. Everything had been building up to this for the past two weeks and he winced as the door swung open and the figure came into view as he watched the doorknob turn. When Jordy’s bee removal service went deeper into the cavity behind the massive beehive, they were surprised to find a black mass running along the entire inside of the house. What had been lurking in the walls behind the beehive, with a stash of trees or black mould, which had slowly poisoned tar puppy over time? When the tar puppy’s parents received the call from the CDC, they had to cut their ocean crews short and get off at the nearest stop.
They couldn’t believe their eyes when they arrived on the scene when it came to the redditor’s, nightmarish game of cat and mouse. With an unseen intruder, he wasn’t sure if he had made up the entire and lengthy incident while under the influence of the toxic black mould, he had to get back to the house or what was left of it as soon as he could. He still had the notes in his possession. He had proof that someone had been following him if he could just hold the notes one more time. His entire story would be validated.
He needed this and he needed to know that what had occurred wasn’t an elaborate concoction of delusion and paranoia that his mind had spun into a twisted narrative of its creation days passed, but they had received no word that they could return to the house. They’d spent their entire lives in that old house and they had been placed within the sterile four walls of this hotel room. Tar puppy had decided, on the sixth day to sneak away to the house to find the notes, not only in the eyes of his parents but also in his own. This was becoming increasingly important. He could recall the incidents and the fear that accompanied them so vividly that his heart would pound and his hands would shake as he relived being hunted like an animal in his own home, and he had to be aware.
Tar puppy woke up early double checked that his parents were sleeping and quietly exited the hotel. The weight was agonizing and he was brimming with nervous energy. It was 5-0-0 am, and the skylight was just beginning to fade into the grey of early morning. He knew it was a time when he saw the cab roll around the corner. Tar puppy kept track of every minute of the 30-minute drive.
He soon recognized his street and then the old house appeared on the rise stark in the early morning light the cab driver was perplexed and asked if he had the correct address, but tar puppy assured him that he was in the right place. Tar puppy rummaged through the slats of the front porch until he discovered the spare key he had hidden there. He inhaled deeply and swung the front door open on its creaky hinges. The house’s interior had been ripped apart and was barely recognizable. The air was thick with honey and fumigation, and the floors and walls were draped in a white tarp.
Tar puppy ran up the stairs and into his room, covering his face with his sleeve to avoid breathing in the toxic fumes when he walked in. He was surprised to find his belongings exactly as he had left them. He knew he’d left them there hidden in a safe, just in case he needed to present them as evidence. Then he began to panic at this point. What happened to them had they been kidnapped?
Do you know what dangers might be lurking in your own home? What about the walls, floors and recesses? There are dangers in the human mind as well.
