Horrorverhalen: ze zijn het engst als ze waargebeurd zijn. In aanloop naar Halloween hebben we dit kippenvel-waardige tweet-verhaal van Grady Hendriks uit 2019 weer onder het stof vandaan gehaald. Geloof ons, griezeliger wordt een Throwback Thursday niet. Enne, waarschuwing: niet lezen met de lamp uit.
1. Het verhaal begint bij Grady, die als negenjarig jongetje een life changing ontdekking doet.
When I turned 9 I realized I could sneak downstairs after everyone was asleep and eat anything I wanted in the fridge. No one ever noticed!
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
I could make a peanut butter, Cheez Whiz, & mayo sandwich, eat leftover pizza, scrape off the icing from birthday cakes – as long as I was careful I could do anything!
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
2. Soms is deze nieuwe routine wel een uitdaging.
Creeping down was the hardest part. I had to navigate the pitch dark house all the way downstairs in total darkness like a tiny ninja.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
One night in May, ’81 we ordered from Fish & Shrimp House. I waited until everyone was asleep & crept downstairs to eat the leftover sweet n’sour pork.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
3. Tot die ene avond de uitdaging in een levensechte nachtmerrie verandert.
It took forever. I finally stepped into the totally dark den & let down my guard. All of a sudden I heard a fork click on the counter. I froze. The microwave clock light showed the outline of a man sitting at our kitchen counter.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
He couldn’t see me, but I saw him: a skinny guy, eating our leftovers, and drinking our milk from the carton.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
4. Of is het enkel een denkbeeldige nachtmerrie?
I can’t explain how terrifying it is for someone to BE IN YOUR HOUSE. I slooooowly backed away, crept upstairs, and woke up my mom & dad.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
They made way too much noise & took way too long & by the time they got downstairs the kitchen was empty.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
Everyone said I read too many horror comics so they blew off what I said. But no way was I pouring milk on my cereal.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
5. Grady besluit voor Inspector Gadget te spelen en neemt de nodige maatregelen.
I started tracking the position of everything in the kitchen. One day the paper napkin holder was on the wrong side of the counter. Another day a mug was in the sink that was NOT there the night before.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
My bedroom door didn’t lock so I kept a steak knife under my pillow. I must’ve stabbed myself in the hand 1000 times checking to make sure it was there.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
6. Nog steeds gelooft niemand hem, zelfs niet na deze ontdekking.
Then in August, I was in my room reading when I looked up. There’s an A/C vent over my bed. Behind the vent a pair of eyes were watching me.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
I freaked & raised hell until my parents searched our attic and the crawl space under our house. Nothing. I wasn’t very popular for a few weeks.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
7. Tot zijn verhaal en overtuiging voor iedereen een vreemd luchtje krijgt. Letterlijk.
The last week of August our house started to smell. One night, rice fell out of the vent over my bed. Maggots. The A/C people said something had probably crawled into our vents & died.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
Turns out what had crawled into our vents & died was the guy. We lived in an old house with lots of space between the walls & big ducts. He’d been living in them since May. At least.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
He’d put a foam pad beside my bedroom vent so he’d be comfortable while he watched me. The police said he’d made lots of “drawings” but when I asked they pretended they hadn’t said anything.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
8. Grady heeft er geen fijne herinneringen aan overgehouden. Niet alleen op Halloween.
No one ever identified him. He was buried as a John Doe. To this day I can’t look inside the vents in houses.
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
But sometimes when I’m at someone’s house I’ll smell a little BO coming from their central air conditioning, and I’ll wonder who’s living back there in their ducts. Who’s living in the dark?
— Grady Hendrix (@grady_hendrix) 30 oktober 2019
9. Wat overblijft is dat iedereen die dit leest nu opgescheept zit met heel veel vragen, en een spontaan angstig gevoel… Fijne Halloween hè.
😳😳 okay but did your parents ever apologize for not believing you? Did they move your bedroom? Can you track down the police report now and found out what the drawings were? pic.twitter.com/DndRd42CHl
— Nichole 🍞🍯 (@tnwhiskeywoman) October 30, 2019
Reading this immediately before going to sleep was a grave tactical error
— honky commie mommy (@mkmcwillie) October 30, 2019
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