Anomalien.com reader story…
Now this story is true. I swear it on my mother’s grave. I live in Montreal Quebec. Out here there are a lot of bizarre things but none so horrifying then what happened to me and my (ex-best friend). First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Mike and my pal’s name… Well, let’s just call him Steve. Anyways here is our story.
It was around Halloween time last year when I and Steve got the idea to throw our party in the coolest spot we could find. So we started looking. Unfortunately, we did not have much money and all the nicest spots cost an arm and a leg to rent so we decided to start looking at other options.
We ended up finding an abandoned factory on the st-Patrick street and although it is against the law we figured what they don’t find out we won’t tell them. So anyways for the next couple of weeks, we went to the dollar store and we bought: candles, decorations, party favors, snacks and whatnot.
We figured we should decorate the place at the last Minute to lower the chances of getting caught. On October 30th we went down there me and Steve thinking of the coming bash and wondering where to get a good boom box in here that would work on batteries all night.
Steve was pretty nervous about the fact that a girl he liked a lot was going to be there. Anyways as we proceeded with the decorating I was hit by the most disgusting smell ever.
It reminded me of a plastic container filled with three weeks old leftover boild broccoli I once found in my refrigerator, then Steve started freaking out, telling me that he felt like there was something tightening around his throat making it hard for him to breath or swallow.
At first, I thought he was kidding me but then I started to think it was serious because his face was turning red and his eyes were bulging out and you could really see the panic in them.
Now at this point we were on the third floor of this building so I grabbed Steve and pulled him towards the stairs so we could get down and out of there.
Let me tell you that I wasn’t feeling too good myself. I figured it was probably caused by the anxiety I felt for Steve, the stink in the air and the whole confusion of the moment but I felt like something was right in the back of us, when we reached the last flight of stairs only then, did I dare turn around and that’s when I saw it.
It Was like a huge, thick, black shape. Very much like a shadow but much thicker and darker and I swear I could hear it laugh but the sound was very faint and distant, never the less. It chilled me to the bone and When I turned to Steve I could tell right away that he was seeing it too.
His face had turned white and he was staring at the thing with his mouth hanging open. We canceled the party and after that, I and Steve were never close the way we used to be.
Every time I tried to talk about What happened that day. He would get really mad at me and tell me to shut up about it until one day he just denied anything had happened at all and told me he did not want to see me anymore…