![]() For once, I was able to go about my life normally. I didn't know what happened the last 4 days, but I was just glad it was over. A couple nights later, the nausea and feeling of being watched went away after 4 days. Just lay off the spicy foods before bed and it will go away." But unfortunately, that is not the case. Now you may be thinking, "It sounds like you're having some weird, twisted nightmare. It'll all be fine." With each passing night my mind grows weaker, and I can feel my sanity ebbing away. I couldn't make out what it was saying at first, but after a couple of nights, I have an idea of what it is saying. I still hear its warped laughter, and deep voice taunting me. I awake feeling nauseous and tired, as if I was actually running. It doesn't run, but it glides in midair, relentlessly pursuing me until it at last I awaken in my bed safe and sound. It doesn't appear to want to get me, just haunt my very soul and chip away at my sanity until it can finally strike. I dream of the model from that page chasing me down a long hallway-like corridor. After about a week after viewing the accursed page, my nights became restless and filled with nightmares, and so had been every night since then. Even then it felt like I was being observed, judged from a distance.Įventually it became more intense. I only got rest when I went to a friend's house or to a hotel. Everywhere I went, it felt like something was just hovering over me. ![]() The negative feelings shifted from my room, to the entire house the next day. The feelings got much more intense, to the point where I had to go to the bathroom and vomit. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone around me. I only got this feeling when I was in my room however. The first night after I had viewed it, I kept getting this strange feeling, just out of no-where. Even now, I still don't have all the answers, but as near as I can figure, this model, and it's Steam Workshop page along with it are harboring a sinister beast. Laughed and chuckled a little at how strange and out of place this vest and hat wearing Scout looked in the TF2 universe. ![]() ![]() When you saw this picture, I'm sure you reacted like I did. The picture of the item you see itself isn't "cursed", but the page it came from is. But just as I was about to stop, just as I was about to call it quits and actually play some TF2, a peculiar submission caught my eye. It was like any other day on the workshop, there were a few good submissions here, a few bad ones there, and a small handful of troll submissions. I'm hoping that at the very least I can save the rest of you, so please listen to my tale, and heed my warning.Įxactly two weeks ago, I was browsing the Steam Workshop, looking at the latest submissions and rating them. I fear that it's too late for me now, it knows it has me in it's grasp. I feel reluctant to post this here, but after many sleepless nights I don't know what else to do. Whether it be in reflections, out of the corner of my eye, or in plain sight. I haven't slept for days, for I know what will happen when I close my eyes for the slightest of moments. I'm weak, I trip nearly every couple of feet. ![]()
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