Don’t Turn the Lights On.

Hello, my name is Millie and I am going to tell you my horror story. I was about 22 when this happened, I had moved to New York when I graduated highschool and I got my own house, I didn't have enough money to pay for everything on my own so I got a roommate and I thought she was perfect. Her name was Clarisse and she was just the right amount of cheerful and just the right amount of humor, I met her at a work get together and she seemed wonderful, and it was a plus that we worked together. After about 2 weeks of her moving in I started to realize that she must have had a dark past, she would get calls late at night and she was always yelling and hanging up and then seeming really sad/angry. I talked to her about it a couple times and all she said was that it was some crazy ex of hers and he wouldn't leave her alone. I didn't really question it I mean we all have that one crazy ex, right? What I didn't know was I should have asked about it more.

After the calls to her stopped so I just assumed all was good and that there wasn't a problem anymore, either that or she changed her number I don't really know. About 4 weeks went by and everything was normal or as it seemed, until one day we both came home and we opened our door and the smell was like we were walking into a battlefield of death. There was dead animals and trash everywhere and the walls had writing all over it which most of it was unreadable but what I could read said “your mine” and on one wall there was a poem, it read:

“Darkness is climbing closer to me now

I reach for the moon, the only light left.

The colder the colder, the more still

I can't feel anymore, do I want to?

I want the cold, I want the numbness”,

It made no sense. Clarisse instantly went into tears and walked out. I called the police and told them what we had found and they sent a dispatch to come check it out and secure the area and make sure that the perp was gone. It took 4 hours to clean the place up and then it took another 2 hours, 50 cans of airfreashener and all the windows open to get the smell to go away. Later that night I sat down with Clarisse and I made her talk about her ex and what was going on.

“ I… he.. His name is Allen and we dated for almost a year but all the sudden he started getting angry and mean, he hit me over and over. I wanted out and so I broke up with him, he didn't take it well, at the time I was … I was 22 weeks pregnant and he beat me so bad that I almost died… I lived but my baby didnt, he was arrested and put in jail for a while and bedtime he got out I was already out of that town and now i'm here.” I just sat there and watched the tears fill her eyes I grabbed her and hugged her, I just sat there for a while, letting her cry before speaking. “I am so so sorry Clarisse, don't worry i'm not letting him hurt you, never again.” after she cried a bit more she went to bed and I stayed up and just talked on the phone with a friend of mine, in the middle of our conversation I heard a loud bang come from outside. I jumped and then went to the window to see what it was. I couldn't see anything at first and then out of nowhere this face in my window popped up and I screamed and fell backwards. I told my friend I had to go and then I shut all my curtains and made sure everything was locked I walked to Clarisse's room and not wanting to wake her I kept her light off, I noticed her window was slightly open but I just thought that it was for fresh air and I walked to her window, closed and locked it. I walked out of her room and closed the door behind me. Normally in the mornings Clarisse is almost ready and about to head to work sense she gets breakfast at the store before work so she normally is gone bedtime I get out of the shower. I got my stuff and went to work. Throughout the day I had a weird feeling but I didn't know what it was so I didn't pay any attention to it. At lunch time I went to Clarisse’s office to check on her and make sure that she wasn't still upset and stuff. When I got to it she was nowhere to be found and then after talking to people found out that she didn't even come in, this was when I started to worry because normally she tell me stuff like this or at least calls her coworker and tells him that she won't be in for the day. I went back to my desk and called her cell and she didn't answer, then I tried the house phone and no answer. I looked at the clock and I still had about 30 mins of a break so I decided to run home and check on her. I pulled into the driveway and walked to the front door. After unlocking it I kind of slowly walked in and called for her, “Clarisse? Clarisse are you home? They said you didn't come to work., is everything okay?” I walked over to her door and opened it, what I saw sent me into automatic shock and fear. It was Clarisse in her bed covered in blood with a slit throat. I froze and then looked above her on her wall, there was writing, it was in blood and the message stopped my heart. “Aren't you glad you didnt turn the light on?”