This gave us the creeps.
We all love a good ghost story, but there’s something about someone genuinely freaked out and looking for help online that really makes the hairs on the back of our necks stand up.
Adam Ellis (who calls himself @MobyDickhead on Twitter) starting tweeting his story early this week, and he got right into the deep end of it:
So, my apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child and he’s trying to kill me. (thread)
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Oh….. kay. That’s not ideal, but maybe he’s just freaked himself out and overthinking something?
He started appearing in dreams, but I think he’s crossed over into the real world now.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Maybe he’s just somehow pitching his idea for a short horror story online?
The first time I saw him, I was experiencing sleep paralysis and saw a child sitting in the green rocking chair at the foot of my bed.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Okay then, he seems to really be telling a real story. Okay, he’s got us interested now…
He had a huge misshapen head that was dented on one side. I did my best to draw it: pic.twitter.com/AJizlw7qXe
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Well… that is genuinely disturbing. We’d be freaked out too.
For a while he just stared at me, but then he got out of the chair and started shambling toward the bed.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Oh. Oh no. No thank you. No.
I couldn’t move because I was paralyzed. (I have sleep paralysis fairly often. It sucks.)
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Right before he reached my bed, I woke up screaming.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Well, at least he woke up. That’s some scary stuff, but it appears to be over now, right?
Wrong.
I had another dream a few nights later, where I was in a library and a girl came up to me and said, “You’ve seen Dear David, haven’t you?”
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I was like, “Who?” And she said, “Dear David. You saw him.”
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
She continued, “He’s dead. He only appears at midnight, and you can ask him two questions if you said ‘Dear David’ first.”
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Then she added, “But never try to ask him a third question, or he’ll kill you.”
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
JE. SUS. KEY. RIIIIIIST.
Okay, completely freaked out. We’ve got a real Candyman/The Ring thing going on here, with rules and everything. Avoid avoid avoid.
Of course, poor Adam has no say in the matter, and the story continues…
Then, David came back in another dream. Same situation—I was in bed, and he was sitting in the rocking chair near the window, staring at me.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
In the dream, I say, “Dear David, how did you die?” He mumbles, “An accident in a store.”
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I say, “Dear David, what happened in the store?” He groans, “A shelf was pushed on my head.”
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
And that’s two questions and that should be when Adam stops asking questions and everything should be just fi-
I’m frozen with fear. I ask, “Who pushed the shelf?” David doesn’t answer.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
NNOOOOOOOO! YOU IDIOT!
I realize that I’ve asked a third question, which I’m not supposed to do. At that point, I wake up, absolutely terrified.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
We’re not sure we’d ever be able to sleep again. We’re not sure we’ll even be even to sleep knowing this story, and it isn’t even happening to us!
The next couple days I google deaths in the city, but can’t find anything about a kid named David dying in a store.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I even try different names—Daniel, Dylan, Devon. Nothing. A few weeks go by without incident.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Sort of randomly, the apartment above mine is vacated, and I have the opportunity to move into it. It’s a larger apartment, so I’m thrilled.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Another month or two goes by, and I sort of forget about Dear David. I think he lost track of me because I moved upstairs.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
And everyone lived happily ever after, right?
Wrong.
But lately, something strange is happening.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Oh, here we go…
For the past 4 nights, my cats gather at the front door at exactly midnight & just stare at it, almost like something is on the other side. pic.twitter.com/Y8nnVLv6b4
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Last night I got a weird feeling and looked out the peephole, and I’m dead certain I saw movement on the other side.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
When I opened the door and turned on the hall light, nothing was there, but my cats seemed unnerved. Bushy tails, etc.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
And that’s where I am right now. Dear David found me, I think. I don’t know what to do. I’ll keep you updated.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Adam went quiet for two days, meaning either (A) it all blew over, or (B) Dear David found him and he was not super alive anymore.
Then he returned to Twitter to give us an update on the situation…
Update: for the sixth night in a row, my cat has walked over to the door promptly at midnight and stared at it. pic.twitter.com/97oSBLfOIw
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
What is going on? pic.twitter.com/30mLSqYhXo
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
Cats are inherently evil anyway (ask anyone who doesn’t own a cat, they’ll tell you), so we’re not sure we’d trust their instincts.
However, things don’t stop there…
Ok, so I took a photo through the peephole cuz I’m too scared to open the door. I feel like I saw something.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
I couldn’t tell so I mustered the courage to open the door. Nothing was out there but I took another photo. Look at this:
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
Is it just me or is is there something in the first photo, right where the bannister meets the shelves? Hiding on the stairs. pic.twitter.com/s1g9bRzOPj
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
I wasn’t sure if it was a smudge or something so I took a second photo from inside. There was something out there. pic.twitter.com/NnHepK90aC
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
I deadbolted the lock and got in bed because I don’t know what else to do. I can still hear my cat meowing at the door.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
I am pretty scared. pic.twitter.com/Z6CZ8c20EA
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
Well that f*cking cat can’t be helping any!
And so each and every night since the began tweeting, the cats have been at the door, freaking their owner out.
I’m heading to bed, but the cats are back at the door. They *only* do this in the middle of the night. It’s routine now. pic.twitter.com/Ycb2JXpnFl
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 10, 2017
And here we go. Just minutes before midnight. pic.twitter.com/vZ7MGCumpu
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 11, 2017
I don’t even know if this is the right kind of salt. pic.twitter.com/aE7QapNarC
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 11, 2017
And as of now, that is where we are. Adam is alive and well and still super haunted.
On the plus side, if Adam does survive this, he’s got some, uhm, supporters…
I know you’re tweeting through trauma and all, but I just wanted to say that you’re cute. pic.twitter.com/4EohfDcvOq
— Stephanie Yeboah (@NerdAboutTown) August 8, 2017
