Horror Narration done for a YouTube animation channel
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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This story happened about several years ago when I was 17 years old. I was running some errands for my parents because I wanted to take some stress off of their soldiers from the long work week they had been through. There is a local supermarket about 10 minutes away from my house, so it usually shop there at the expense of their convenience. My dad would usually text me a list of items that would give me his credit card as I was a graduate fresh off of high school, they didn't have a job. I honestly didn't even know which direction I was heading at in regards to my career endeavors. The final months of high school were usually exciting to most, but was extremely stressful for myself as the uncertainty of my next chapter in life always lingered in the back of my head. I can recall picking out some canned foods from one of the grocery aisles in my shopping cart, unexpectedly bumps into the cart of another individual. That's when I saw this large, older looking gentleman with a beer belly and scruffy beard on his face, me mugging me as if I had killed his dog or something. I then noticed a pair of correct prescription glasses sitting on the ground. I realized that the impact from the collision must have caused the man's glasses to fall from his face. As awkward as the situation was. I picked up the crack glasses and began to hand it over to the man. As I apologetically said, I am sorry sir, it was an accident. These glasses are useless. I definitely won't be able to drive home using these. I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to do. Come with mommy and daddy or did you come alone? I, I came alone sir. How did you get here? Do you drive or did you take the bus? I just walked here. Well, I'm going to need your help in order to get home. Can you please bring me to my place? I won't be able to drive without my glasses. How am I supposed to bring you home if I don't have a car? Do you need me to call you an Uber or something kid? I don't want to crash my car. Do you have a driver's license? Yes. Well then you're going to need to drive my car so that I can go home and get my other pair of prescription glasses, then I'll drive you home. Okay? I never felt so appalled to do such a thing, but at the time I was young and naive, so I got the impression that I had no choice to obliged to the man's request. As we got in line to purchase our items at the checkout, I noticed the man purchasing several packs of baby formula diapers and bibs. I assumed he was a harmless dad who genuinely couldn't see with the correct prescription glasses so I decided to brush off any skeptical thoughts of him, potentially being a creep and proceeded to buy my items. Following the man. We then walked towards his vehicle and put her items in the back seat of his car. While I began to second guess my decisions. I already came this far. I'm just going to drive him to his place and then be on my way home right after. This shouldn't take long. It'll only be a couple of minutes tops. Everything is going to be all right while driving the gentlemen's vehicle. The man says, what are your plans tonight? Uh, dropping you off and then going home. Did you mind babysitting my son? I have to run back to the store and grab more groceries since my shopping time was cut short from you? Breaking my glasses. Um, sir, I can't really do that. Don't worry. It'll only be for about 30 minutes to an hour max. I'll make it quick sir, I really need to go home. Please kid, I'll give you 100 bucks. Just please keep an eye on my son. I promise it won't take long. I honestly felt like the man was intentionally trying to bribe me, but at the same time I did feel like his story had some genuine aspects that made it more believable than not. Again, I stupidly by into the man's request by saying sure, but please just make it quick. It was about a 10 minute drive when we finally reached the destination. I can recall seeing a five story building that looked run down. It looked like one of those buildings that had an establishment below it where the residents lived above it. I also saw an exterior staircase on the side of the wall where the windows were like the building was some sort of old establishment that I wasn't used to seeing around the area. I remember leaving my groceries in the back seat of his car and making my way up the staircase and into his residence. As we opened the door, I got a repulsive whiff of a foul smell almost like the house hadn't been cleaned in months. If I had to compare it to anything, I would say it was identical to a combination of farm manure and expired cheese. I honestly felt like I wanted to vomit. I began to question how a toddler or anyone for that matter could withstand such a rotten stench on a daily basis. So my son should be in the last room to the right. He's probably sleeping now, but when he eventually wakes up, just feed him the baby bottle in the fridge. Okay, can you please be right back kid? I'll see you in a few. The man abruptly shuts the door and makes his way to the grocery store while I stand in one spot, oblivious on what to do next. As I sat on the worn out living room couch, I began questioning myself again as to why somebody would be comfortable with leaving a complete stranger alone with their newborn. I could then see a family portrait on the coffee table of the man and his son. I felt a little confused. The sun needed baby pampering, considering he looked around 10 years old, that's when I heard a loud tussling noise coming from the baby's bedroom. I immediately got up from the couch and began to cautiously walk my way towards the room. I could hear my heartbeat pulsing through my veins as I could slice the tension in the room with a knife, I slowly placed my hand on the door knob. I counted 12 and opened the door at three in one swift promotion only to see the window completely opened. I then noticed there wasn't a baby. Just the same man from earlier wearing a diaper and a baby bib while having a pacifier in his mouth. What the **** is going on? I thought you said you were going to, it's to the grocery store. The man spits out the pacifier and says baby want milk. What? You didn't get out of the baby crib and approached me while yelling, feed me milk or baby kill you, okay, okay, please don't hurt me, I'll feed you. I then went into the kitchen to grab the bottle of baby milk from the fridge as a man awkwardly follows behind me. He then yelled, Now sit on the couch and feed baby. My heart began to race at a 1000 intervals. I couldn't help but feel sick to my stomach but I felt like I was being held for ransom at this point and didn't know what the man was capable of doing to me. That's when I sat on the couch, began to feed the man the bottle of milk as he cradled up on my lap like a newborn getting breast fed. It was pretty evident that the man was sick in the head and had a baby role playing fixation. He then got up and said, okay baby needs a diaper change dude, please you said I'd baby make pee pee, now change my diaper now I then saw a trickle of urine tripping from the man's diaper and onto his leg as I shout, leave me alone or I'm calling the cops. The man then went into the kitchen and grabbed a large kitchen knife as I sprung up from the couch, began sprinting towards the same bedroom as before. I immediately locked and I could hear the man violently screaming and stabbing on the door, open the door, baby just want milk. As I make my way towards the window, I could see a child's rotting corpse laying inside the baby crib. I quickly make my way down the flight of exterior stairs and sprint it in the direction of where the grocery store was. I wouldn't side the store began to purchase the same items I had initially picked up from earlier. I then called my dad who ended up picking me up from the store. We casually talked and I surprisingly was able to act like everything was normal as if the incident was now water under the bridge. When I arrived home, crawled into my bed. I couldn't help but wonder if the corpse and that baby crib. It was the same child I saw in the family portraits. And why the **** did that man pretend to leave only to run up the exterior staircase and dress up like a baby as I share my horrifying story with the world. I beat myself up from time to time and why I didn't address the situation with my parents. I just hope that man seeks some sort of help. It's a traumatizing experience we shared with the tail light lived to tell about. Yeah.