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Chapter 1: What is the first scary story shared?
This all takes place in northwestern Montana during late autumn of 2009. Apologies for any spelling and grammatical errors. I wrote it all down in one sitting. When I was 17, I moved out of my parents' house and in with a co-worker, who I'll call John, in his trailer. We got along well at work.
Chapter 2: What happened during the unsettling visit to John's trailer?
It was actually one of the better roommate situations I've ever had in terms of compatibility, and we became close friends during that time. We were roommates until shortly after I turned 18, and some personal stuff happened with my family. I ended up moving back in with my parents for a while to help them cover some bills.
It took about three months for that situation to stabilize, and I called this friend up about moving back out there. This was the first time I remember feeling something was off, though it's been so long that I can't recall the details of the conversation. There was just a sense of wrongness that lingered for a while after I'd hung up the phone.
Chapter 3: What eerie events unfolded during the night at John's place?
The end result was that I was welcome to move back in, which I expected. I waited for a day off, and another friend, who I'll call Dave, came to help me move. Dave was another Dungeons and Dragons pal from a different group, and we were figuring we'd show up and talk John into a one-shot session or something. So we loaded up all my stuff and drove out there, and it was a nightmare.
Chapter 4: What strange encounter occurred during the night drive in North Dakota?
from the moment john opened the door everything was wrong i won't say john was a clean freak but he tried to maintain his space and he'd always insisted we clean up for company when i was living with him i stood there open-mouthed at the thick layer of dust coating nearly everything the longer i looked around the worse it got
Chapter 5: What horrifying experience happened on the hiking trail?
there was a half-eaten plate of food turned to mold sitting on the table. Both sinks in the kitchen were similarly moldy, and the air in the trailer stank, even beyond what I'd expect from moldy dishes. I was extremely taken aback by the state of the trailer, but the state of my friend was even more shocking. He worked at a bank and had always kept himself clean, but now he looked like a wreck.
He'd lost weight, his skin had an unhealthy, waxy look to it. His hair was overgrown and greasy, and his body odor was terrible. His smell was the first thing that made me think something was really off about the situation.
Chapter 6: What did the narrator witness that left them terrified?
I've been playing Dungeons and Dragons and doing other nerd stuff for a long time, and I'm sorry to say a lot of nerds don't have the best hygiene practices, so I've encountered plenty of pungent body odor, but this was not the same. It was almost the sickly sweet smell of something dead, but not quite.
i've never smelled anything exactly like it before or since at this point in the encounter i was at a general level of unease and i didn't want to go into the trailer but john invited us in and not wanting to be rude i went i figured something crazy had happened while i was away
Chapter 7: How did the narrator's night end after the strange encounter?
John wasn't dating anyone, so I didn't think heartbreak was the cause, and we'd stayed in touch after I first moved out. Even when that fell off a bit, I still heard from mutual friends about the Dungeons & Dragons sessions he was attending.
Regardless, something had obviously happened, so standing there in his dusty living room with Dave, who kept shooting me sideways looks, I asked John if everything was alright. After a full three seconds of silence, he assured me everything was fine. That was it. He didn't explain the state of his house or anything else.
Chapter 8: What lingering feelings did the narrator have after the events?
And what was even weirder was when he said, you guys can crash out here, and then just headed off to the back of the house. I'd always known him to be a diligent host, so this was odd, to say the least, though basically nothing was going as I expected or remembered. So him ditching us in the living room of his nasty house was maybe the least weird thing so far.
This is the part where I'm pretty glad Dave was there. To me, this nasty trailer was still my home. I'd lived there for over a year before my three-month return to my parents, and I had a sense of belonging that I think made me oblivious to things obvious to Dave. Despite the condition of the place and being left alone by John, I still hadn't changed my plan of living there.
I set my stuff down and started preparing to clean, but Dave stopped me and began pointing out things I hadn't noticed. The layer of dust was completely undisturbed across the entire living room and kitchen area, except for a thin track from the front door to the hallway leading to the back of the trailer. Whispering to me, Dave said, Nothing in here has been used for a long time.
And once I really looked around, I realized he was right. The TV, the computer, the couch, the chairs, the dining table with its rotten food. He hadn't laid a hand on any of it for at least a month, maybe longer.
dave moving almost as if he were sneaking walked quietly into the kitchen to inspect the fridge he pointed out a few thick patches of dust on the flatter surfaces of the fridge but it was harder to tell on the handle the metal handle had some dust but not as much collected Stepping past Dave, I reached out with one finger and popped the fridge open.
I was gagging before I'd even opened the door enough for the interior light to come on. Throwing my arm across my face and burying my nose in the crook of my elbow, I opened the fridge about halfway. It was top to bottom rotten food. After a second, I stepped back, turning away, trying not to vomit. Once I'd collected myself,
Dave showed me a half gallon of milk he'd pulled out of the fridge, indicating that it had expired three weeks prior. Personally, I just wanted him to put everything back and close the door. I was more or less done playing dust detective. I basically shrugged off everything up to that point. Cleared some dust from the couch, got my laptop out, and connected to the Wi-Fi we'd always paid for.
After a while, Dave joined me, and we played World of Warcraft for a bit. Eventually, he told me he'd hang out for the night because he was my ride, and taking him back to his place and then driving back again was a 90-minute round trip. To be clear, I would have taken him home anyway.
I wouldn't blame anyone for not wanting to stay in a room with a giant stack of moldy dishes in the sink and a fridge full of rotten food. We played games for the next few hours, and John never made a sound. At one point, Dave asked me where the bathroom was, and I told him it was at the far end of the hallway next to John's bedroom.
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