Chosen For Pleasure
There, I stood. Completely terrified & drenched in sweat, when I figured the truth behind it all..
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24th June 2005
The night when I was working an overtime night shift, alone in my office building. I decided to take a break
and grab a coffee from the vending machine a few blocks away from my seat. I got up from my seat, leading
my way to the vending machine when my brain suddenly struck and couldn’t remember the way to the
machine. However, I continued walking, hoping to find it..but it was nowhere to be seen! I brought myself
back to my working bench and began working again..that stuff was weird, I thought to myself but It was no
big deal as I probably went there only once. After half an hour, when I finally started to concentrate, my
asthma acted up and it wasn’t just a normal one, it was HORRIFIC. I panicked looking for my inhaler
here and there when I saw it lying on the floor a few seats away, I RUSHED to the place where I saw it and
picked it up but as I was about to inhale it fell from my hand landing far away from me. Once again, I
started to panic as the attack was getting really bad to the point where I couldn’t even breathe and felt
dizzy. I collapsed on the floor & began crawling to get a grip of my inhaler. My blurry eyes spotted a pair of
legs kicking the inhaler further away, I slowly lifted my head wanting to know who that was when a hard
pair of hands forced my eyes shut.
I opened my eyes to see my head resting itself on my keyboard, I looked up at the computer and saw my
unfinished document. I then remembered the stuff that happened last night and got really terrified. I turned
to check just to see my inhaler right next to my arm and everyone else doing work. I was confused, but I
eventually believed that it was all just a dream. A few months have passed after that incident, I must say
that the incident really traumatized me even though it was just a dream. I’ve also started to see random
figures walking in front me when I’m trying to sleep & at night shifts which is really creepy.
25th December 2005.
That day, once again, I had to work an overtime night shift. I was really very nervous and scared, but what
could I have done? It’s for the sake of money. Anyways, as I started my shift, all alone in the office building,
I was getting thirsty..I opened my water bottle just to see that it had already finished. I, However, brought
myself to go grab a bottle of water and once again started walking towards the vending machine. This time,
nothing happened. I was now getting more confident about the previous incident just being a dream.I
continued working. After an hour or so, I got a call from one of my colleagues around 2AM. He had said
that he left his laptop in the office and would really appreciate it if I could keep it on the desk of the “lost
and missing” office, so that he could collect it when he returned. And so, I did. I started making my way to
the parking lot, kept the bag in the office and was now climbing the stairs, all relieved that nothing
happened. Once I reached my floor, I heard screaming and screeching noises of a man, firstly it was very
faint..as I kept walking the sound also started increasing. I have to admit that I was getting annoyed. So I
followed the sound just so I could tell the man to shut up. I went inside the bathroom and as soon as I
entered the sound suddenly stopped. I now felt heavy footsteps behind me, It was as if I had been glued to
that spot. I stood there, sweating and gulping in fear, after realizing that I was alone in the whole building.
Two minutes later, my asthma again acted up and it was almost the same as the last one but it was a bit
more bearable. I ran out of the restroom, hurrying to my place for the inhaler. On my way, I saw an inhaler
lying on the floor. It wasn’t mine but I was really in need of it, so, I picked it up panickingly and pumped it,
why was it not working?!?! I pumped it 5-7 times, finally realizing that the inhaler was empty. The same
feeling, the same way, I collapsed to the ground once again and saw the exact pairs of legs in front of me,
looking up slowly, the bony, ragged hands were visible and were holding my inhaler. I kept begging for him
to give me my inhaler, but nothing seemed to work. He was standing still in that spot, I began lifting my
head up when another pair of legs came in front of my eyes, covering my vision and forcing my eyes
shut..once..again.
Once I woke up, I was resting my head on my keyboard, beside me was my inhaler & everyone else was
working. At this point, I got confused..was it all a dream again? Was I asleep or awake? Or was it just a
nightmare? Millions of questions filled up my head as I kept thinking about “last night's incident” . I
couldn't figure out whether it was real or just a phantasm, It was as if I’d been living in a loop. I decided
from then, that I’d never work a night shift alone.
The next day was a Saturday, so I decided to go on a vacation to distract myself and take a break from
work life, which I should have never had. I packed my things and left for Denver, situated in the USA. Fyi, I
arrived at midnight, checked in and went straight to bed. Whilst sleeping, I started hearing weird noises in
the background where one leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “I’m sorry, please forgive me”. My eyes
widened when closed, I wanted to get out of sleep but couldn’t, my heart wanted to but my body wasn’t
agreeing. Suddenly, an image popped in my mind. It consisted of me, inside the hotel room sleeping on the
bed, while another person with the same face as me stood there staring. It was scanning my body, after a
few minutes it dragged me out of the room and that’s when I saw my body covered in blood. It buried me in
some sort of hole in the ground, cleaned up and went straight to bed, exactly how I had been sleeping in the
first scene and just like that the dream ended..or at least that’s what I thought it was. I woke up in the
morning around 8, the first thing I did was scan the room. Everything seemed normal, but I didn’t want to
stay there for another minute. I took my suitcase and ran out of the room, checked out and went straight
home. I was not sure what was happening in my life. What mistake had I made? For God to punish me this
gravely.
Since then, I started getting dreams similar to that one. My health and body condition was worsening day
by day. I did a check up, and the result was normal, so I was not sure what was happening to me. I guessed
I was nearer to my end. I took a break from my job, and started focusing on my life, trying to make it better.
I told one of my friends, Matthew, about all this. He first thought I was lying, and finally somehow believed
me. He told me to talk to a priest who was good with demons as he thought it was something to do with
them.
I decided to take my friend's advice and pay a visit to the priest and to say that the priest himself was
confused, he said if I were to be possessed or anything my behavior would be far different and said maybe I
have some mental illness that's causing this but that tests I did before said otherwise. I had no clue what to
do at this point. Either I go ahead and tell others about it and become the “joke of the society” or I try and
figure out what's going on myself. While I was thinking, I thought to myself why I had never checked the
security footage of what happened those nights. I decided to return to my office and got one of my old
friends to get me in and access the footage. After viewing the footage, it seemed like I wasn't hallucinating,
it was real but you couldn’t see those creatures in the footage you could just see me struggling and begging
for my inhaler, I called my friend and told him what happened and wanted to show him the footage but the
next time I opened it, it was deleted and the only thing left was me lying with my head on the desk. This
seriously got me worried about what was happening.
I told him to stay overnight at the office and see for himself but surprisingly nothing happened that night. I
then decided to ask him for another attempt but I knew that nothing would happen as I was sure It was
something to do with me. And he started thinking of me as some weird man who’s just looking for
attention. I really wanted to figure out what was happening, was I in a lucid dream or is this reality?
A couple weeks passed by and my condition was getting worse, I would somehow end up again and again
around those creatures. 2 days later a death was reported from my past office, well people pass here and
there but another was reported a few days later, now i seriously got curious, how it happened, to whom it
happened, and where. I asked them what the reason for their death was, they said the reason for his death
was probably low diet, but to the look of his corpse it seemed like all the blood was drenched out of his
body, eyes bulging,bones poking out, fingers joints dislocated. I had a feeling they were victims of the same
thing I am. I got more in-depth info on them about what department they worked in, one was from the
advertisement department and the other was from head department, they both used to work night shifts
just like me. I decided to give the CCTV a look and it was so bad that I wish to never see that again. It
seems like only when I watch CCTV footage alone, I can see those creatures and everything that happens. I
guess those that work night shifts alone here are becoming a victim to these creatures.
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I tried finding if those 2 had any connection to me studying their family tree and eventually all 3 of us had
the same biological great grandfather and he was from the portolio clan, the most powerful back in the
1440s. it was said a curse was placed on him that would affect his future generations, the necrons (the
creatures) would hunt the sons of his 3rd generation but only kill the ones with a unique type of blood, like
mine, black. I really wanted to figure out how to remove the curse. I didn't even believe curses existed but
the things that are all happening right now are 100% co-related to the curse. I studied a little bit more in
depth and it said one of the black blood types had to kill himself but he should have been affected by curses
before so when he dies the life energy of his death from the necrons causing them to finish and that's the
only way to save them. I can tell you something, I am a peaceful guy who just wants to live his life, I don't
want to do anything with them, but my living will cost 100s of more lives, if not then 1000s. So, I’ve decided
to finish these creatures once and for all. I'm taking myself off from this world, hoping that the next
generation of me will live their lives peacefully. I guess what I said was true, my end was nearer.