I
was one of those people. Now, I know what the icy cold grip of the
Reaper's hand feels like.
Would
you like to hear my story?
It
all started one Saturday night. I was out with my girlfriends,
having a good time, dancing up a storm at one of the many clubs in
the city.
After
a few too many drinks, we felt like we were untouchable. No man
stood a chance against us, should we have wanted to pick up and
score.
It
was nearly midnight when Tina grabbed my arm and dragged me into the
bathroom. “In four minutes, I'm going to die,” she said as she
reapplied her lipstick calmly.
“What
are you talking about?” I asked, teetering in my heels as I perched
myself on the vanity. Tina repeated what she had just said. “No,
no, I heard that. What I meant was, huh? You're not going to kill
yourself, are you?”
“Oh
no,” Tina laughed, dismissing my concern with a wave of her hand.
“It's because of this.” She pulled out her phone and showed me a
message.
Squinting
to read the screen, I saw from the opening sentence that it was a
chain letter. “Oh come on!” I scoffed. “You don't really
believe in that bullshit, do you?”
Tina
frowned as she stared at me. “I didn't. Not at first. But now I
do. You have to be careful with these things. I got that message a
week ago. I read it, thought 'Yeah right' then went on with my day.
Then the message was back the next day, from the same number, listed
as sent at the same time. When I deleted it again, my phone rang and
a raspy voice told me that I shouldn't have done that because
dismissing a chain letter would result in my death.”
I
held up my hand, silencing her. “I've dismissed hundreds, if not
thousands of these things and I've never seen one come true. I even
sent one to the recommended people and nothing. My dream of total
happiness didn't come true. I'm still single.” I shrugged. “It's
just a stupid joke that someone is playing on you.”
I
got up and left the bathroom, leaving Tina to ponder over my words.
Less
than two minutes later, she was dead.
As
we stood in silence, watching the police cart her body away, I
overheard a detective talk about Tina's remains.
“It
was like she was scared to death,” he had said to a passing police
officer. “Something spooked her real good.”
Four
weeks later, the coroner ruled Tina's death an accident. Truthfully,
the cops had no fucking idea what had killed her. Everyone was
cleared in the investigation.
During
those four weeks, all I could think of was Tina's last words to me.
If I had have taken her seriously, would I have been able to save
her?
The
chilling answer was “No.”
Life
went on. My friends and I drifted apart, each of us refusing to talk
about that night. I would often see Tina in my dreams, warning me
about chain letters. That they were indeed responsible for her
death.
I
couldn't make any sense of that. I mean, how could the person who
sends you the chain letter, know whether or not you sent it on, or to
the correct amount of people? It was illogical to me.
But
not as illogical as what happened that next week at work.
Wednesday
came, the day of the big merger between my company and the company
that Tina use to work for. We had been looking forward to it,
finally working together after being competitors for such a long
time.
That's
when I got it. An e-mail. Sent from Tina's account.
I
couldn't believe my eyes. Curiosity got the better of me and I
opened it. This is what it said.
“Nightmares
are nothing but dreams gone bad. I am living a nightmare everyday,
with no means of escape except forwarding this e-mail on.
My
name is Tina. I'm 27 years old and I am currently in a coma in St.
Angel's Hospital. My friends have abandoned me, and my family is
long gone. My coma is my prison. My nightmare. I was sent here
because I didn't forward this e-mail on. My punishment is this; an
eternity of wondering between the worlds.
You
have ten minutes to forward this e-mail onto ten friends, otherwise
you'll suffer the same fate I have. My nightmare will become yours
should you ignore this. For if you do, SHE will come for you. What
would you rather? Take ten minutes now to send this to ten friends,
or have HER stalk you for the next seven days, before finally taking
your soul and essence, leaving you to join me in limbo?
Your
ten minutes begins now...”
At
the bottom of the e-mail was an image of Tina's body, lying still in
a hospital bed. Yes, that came as a shock. But the horrid image of
a demonic and deranged woman that was hiding under the bed was what
sent chills down my spine. Her face made Linda Blair in The Exorcist
look like a beauty pageant contender.
I
sat there staring at the screen, unable to tear my eyes away from the
image before me. I must have read that e-mail a hundred times,
trying to work out who really sent it to me.
Tina's
final words haunted me as my cursor hovered over the forward button.
I
clicked on it and waited while my computer opened a new screen. I
had just begun to type in a couple of e-mail addresses when a pop up
told me I had gotten a new e-mail from Tina's account.
Saving
the draft, I exited the page I was on in favour of opening the new
e-mail. My jaw dropped as I stared at the screen.
“TOO
LATE”
I
couldn't believe it. I glanced up at the clock. Ten minutes had
actually passed while I was staring at the initial e-mail. I dropped
my head in my hands, gripping my hair. Tears sprung to my eyes. I
didn't know what was worse. The e-mail signalling that I was too
late in forwarding the chain letter on, or the fact that under normal
circumstances, I wouldn't have believe it.
Excusing
myself, I rushed out of the office, entering the bathroom.
“It's
just a prank,” I told myself, staring at my reflection. My cheeks
were flushed, my dark hair falling in front of my eyes. I brushed my
bangs aside and splashed cool water over my face, trying to calm my
nerves.
When
I looked up at myself, I screamed. My face wasn't staring back at
me. That horrid face from the chain letter grinned evilly. Her
jagged teeth were discoloured and chipped, her lips cracked and her
face looked like something that had smashed on the pavement after
plummeting off the top of the world's tallest building.
“Seven
days left,” SHE hissed, her black eyes shining with delight.
“Seven days.”
And
just like that, SHE was gone.
I
tried to remain calm, but I wasn't fooling anyone. My boss sent me
home, citing that I was overworked.
That
night, I covered every mirror in my house. I thought about
shattering them, but decided against it. Just because I was going to
die in seven days didn't mean I needed seven years of bad luck in
another life.
For
the next six days, I spent time with my family. I had a lot of alone
time too, trying to get my affairs in order. I couldn't leave this
world knowing that my family wasn't going to be taken care of.
I
had even pondered over the notion of what limbo would be like, seeing
as that's where the e-mail said I was heading. Maybe it wouldn't be
so bad. If Tina was really there, then she and I could seriously get
the party started.
As
the clock ticked down my final minutes, I began to panic. I didn't
want to die. Part of me still believed it was a joke, but most of my
brain focused on the strange events that had plagued me throughout
the week. Every 24 hours, there SHE was, staring back at me from the
mirror, her villainous gaze fixating on me, clearly reminding me that
I was her next victim. It didn't matter where I was, SHE always
found me.
Tick.
Tick. Tick.
I
glanced up at the clock. One more minute remaining.
Slowly,
I stood up. I had locked all the doors to my apartment. My mirrors
were covered, my windows bolted shut. Basically, the only way my
neighbours would know I'm dead is by the smell that my body would
give off after a couple of days. No one could get in and that was
the main point.
A
knock at the door, had me screaming in terror.
Quickly,
I rushed to it, unlocking it and pulling it open.
Standing
before me was the hideous woman from the e-mail. Her grin broadened
when she saw the look of fear in my eyes. I opened my mouth to
scream, which pleased her further as her cold hands wrapped around my
neck, squeezing.
“Time's
up,” SHE said, her voice raspy, as she pushed back inside my
apartment, the door slamming behind us.
It
took a week for anyone to notice I was missing. A week before my
body began giving off the stench of death.
I
watched from afar as police carted out my body, my face twisted in a
horrid scream, my hands frozen in a position that looked like I was
clawing at the air. My blue eyes that were once so full of life,
were just as dead as the rest of me.
As
I type this, I'm sending out what is my freedom pass. A chain
letter, describing my death, my limbo nightmare and evidently what
will happen should the recipient fail to forward it on.
Tina
was smart. In a bid to release her body from this hellish nightmare,
she sent the chain letter to someone she knew would doubt it. Me.
And
now, I must do the same...
“YOU'VE
GOT MAIL.”
I will never refuse another chain letter ever again! That was really creepy!
ReplyDeleteAggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh. After I read this, I checked my e-mail and there were 2 chain letters which I promptly forwarded on. Sorry to those that I had to send them to, but I included the link back to this story.
ReplyDeleteThat's a little freaky. And I love how it's in first person. Awesome story
ReplyDeleteFreaky especially when we all get them. Don't think I'll delete them now without sending them on. Great story, Rhiannon.
ReplyDeleteI'm so never going to delete chain letters now. This was very creepy. Well done.
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