[Part1](https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/fibhkp/the_mysteries_and_murders_of_error_hill_road_part/)

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I thought I’d start off by saying that I did NOT kill Ms. Bamford, and the police cut the questioning short since they’re lazy to look into me any further. Plus there was lack of evidence.

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Now I know I wasn’t very detailed with my descriptions in the last post, so I’d like to go into a bit more detail about the common occurrences I deal with everyday. When I came home from the questioning and work, which by the way, (never agree to make five, one foot long sandwiches for a balding fat guy. It doesn’t end well and is unsanitary)

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I went to the bathroom to prepare for bed, and was met with the usual messages on my mirror. Although it said something a little bit different. “Time is running out.” Not sure what it mean but that, but I grabbed a bottle of Lysol and wiped off the bloody grime that spelled out the words.

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I tucked myself in bed when the whispering started once more. I’ve never thought much about what was the cause to these sounds, but I always brushed it off as maybe a tormented soul trapped in my apartment. It’s none of my business why it’s here and I don’t plan to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. Except tonight it was being exceptionally loud for a reason I don’t care to understand. I had a long day at work and may have let my frustration out on it.

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Note to self, don’t tell a tormented soul to shut their trap or you’ll kick their butt. The whispering turned into banshee like screeching, making me hold my hurting ears. “Guys grow up already, I’m sorry if I yelled at you!” I tried to reason with the angry spirits.

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Eventually their tamper tantrum was over and I turned off my light. Although when I grabbed the switch, I found myself holding hands with the slimy claw like hand from under my bed. I slapped it away angrily. “Stop touching my stuff, you get your grease everywhere and it’s a pain to clean.” The bed began to shake and howl while the hand feverishly started to claw at my bed sheet. It made some noticeable holes in it which made me livid. Do you know how expensive bed sheets are? Subway doesn’t give me a big enough pay check to replace those.

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I grabbed a magazine on my night stand and began to slap it like a unwanted puppy. “Hand. Off. Now!” It made a whimpering sound before retreating into the darkened depths of my bed once more. “Goodnight.” I spat harshly. I felt a bit bad for being so mean to my Eldritch monster under my bed, but decided to apologize later.

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The next morning I woke to a text from my neighbor Sage. I yawned and tried to ignore the scratching at my window. The text read

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“Hey Connor, I need you to come over to my apartment to discuss something very important with me and Willaim Shellspeare. It’s kind of serious, but I don’t want to worry you. Take your time :)”

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If I had a dime for very time I was told something dangerous was happening at the apartment, I’d have no dimes, because everyone has seemed to accept the fact that this whole place is screwed up. And there is nothing an exorcist, a subway worker or turtle can do about it. But now I might have one dime after her text.

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I made my way to Sage’s apartment, not bothering to change since I always slept in normal day cloths anyways. Pajamas are overrated and make you pay more because it has a duplicated a print of sleeping sheep on it.

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I went to knock on the door, but it swung open before I could pound my fist on it. “Hey.” I grumbled tiredly. She grabbed me by my wrist silently, dragging me past her turtle and onto her couch. “Hey William.” I waved mindlessly at the turtle that seemed to be studying the intricate designs on the wall of his rock like house. He looked at me and waved his webbed hand? Paw maybe? Can’t be a claw... well whatever turtles have, he waved at me with it.

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“So.” She said, pushing me down onto her couch. I noticed her already dressed in her normal scenecore attire, wondering how someone could dress themselves so early in the morning. 10 O’ clock is an ungodly hour in my eyes. “You know how twenty seven tenants have died since the apartment was first opened?”

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“Yeah, this is important to me how?” I tried not to sound sarcastic, but I was tired and hungry, so my mood wasn’t at it’s all time high.

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“There has to be more to it than just plain coincidences. Twenty seven people don’t just mysteriously die of natural cause if they’re healthy.”

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“Well Ms. Bamford was old.”

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“Yes, old...but healthy.” She gave me a look as if she had uncovered the meaning to life. “One thing in particular that everyone overlooks though, is that fact that each dead body has a hole in their neck- with green substances oozing out.” We said the last part simultaneously.

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“So everyone is dying from vampire bites?” I asked confused.

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“No dummy, something different. It’s like a parasite of some sort or disease that is being injected into them that kills them.”

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“Even if all this is true, why would I need to know?”

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“Because slowly each tenant is dying, and soon whatever this thing is that is killing everyone will catch up to us. And you know we don’t have enough money to move out, or have the guts to live with our parents again.”

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I grumbled at the truth behind her words. I didn’t want to live with my parents again, and moving was not an option.

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“So we need to stop the source of the problem before we become victimized.”

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“Look, I would love to stop whatever parasite is killing off the people living here, but I’m not Sherlock Holmes. I can’t do much other than complain-”

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“Have you seen weird messages on your bathroom mirror?” She interrupted suddenly.

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“Yeah....?” I said slowly.

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“Me too. Those are warning signs, don’t you see?”

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“Oh I see them, but I don’t want to get stressed about it. The more I fear the worse it gets. That’s why I trained myself to ignore it all.”

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“Ignoring it doesn’t make it go away. Now either you help me or get killed.”

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“Well I mean, my life isn’t great right now anyway, so death wouldn’t be such a bad id-“

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“So you’ll help me?”

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I played with her words in my mind for a moment before realizing that maybe getting out of the house and doing something was better than coming home from a minimum wage job, and watching reality TV. “If it means I have something to do with my life then... yeah I guess.”

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“Great, let’s shake on it.” She held out her hand which I shook, getting poked by her long acrylic nails.

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I went back to my apartment to sleep when she called out to me. “Stay safe Connor, and I’ll text you when I have my plans figured out.”

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I nodded wordlessly and I went to my apartment to sleep a bit more before work. Although when I got to my bedroom, I was met with the gaze of an angry grasshopper that was devouring some sort of mass of meat. It finished the last of it and spat the small bones onto the ground. So that’s where those bones are coming from.

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We had a bit of an argument since it wanted to claim my bed as it’s own, but eventually the screaming from under my bed scared it off. That’s when I remembered that they were probably still mad at me.

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“Sorry about last night.” The screaming stopped and I got more sleep in before my afternoon shift started. I’m not sure what Sage is going to have me do with her, but I’m at work on my lunch break. I’ll update you guys when I get more info on all of that. In the mean time goodbye.

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(Part 3) https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/fibhkp/the_mysteries_and_murders_of_error_hill_road_part/