Casey's Diary
She thought it was a curse. But she was the curse. | ~some kind of found footage creepypasta~
Hello, my name is Casey,
to be honest, it feels strange to even begin writing this, and I do not really know where to start or why I am writing at all. No one will probably believe me anyway, or maybe it will not matter if they do, because by then it might already be too late for me.
I just do not want people to think it was intentional.
We never wanted any of this to happen.
I should probably start from the beginning.
About a year ago, my friends and I accidentally got ourselves into a terrible situation. Now my best friend is dead, my other best friend is missing, and the same thing could happen to me at any moment.
It all began when, out of curiosity, we visited a website on the dark web. Ever since we had become friends, we had been fascinated by the supernatural, and we thought we might find something interesting there. Just so you understand, Mia, Ethan, and I had not always been friends. Ethan and Mia used to bully me at school. I suffered a lot because of it, but when we met again years later, I forgave them. But let us not get too distracted. During our search, we came across a link to a supposedly cursed video. Back then, we laughed about it, completely unaware that it would end up destroying our lives.
The video itself was not particularly frightening. It showed a dark room, filmed in extremely poor quality, while a constant static noise could be heard in the background. The video was called CASEY_CURSE_01.mp4. We had even joked about the fact that it contained my name. It was unsettling in that moment, but not memorable enough to stay in your mind afterward.
When the video ended, I had to leave, since Ethan and I had been visiting Mia.
For the next few days, everything seemed normal. But over time, Mia became truly paranoid. She constantly talked about feeling watched and insisted that she no longer felt safe in her own home. She even mentioned the video once and said she believed we had opened a door to something.
Honestly, I did not take it very seriously.
She was my best friend, so of course I was worried about her, but I assumed the video had simply scared her and that these experiences were only happening in her head. Looking back now, I wish I had listened to her.
As the weeks passed, it became obvious that something was really wrong with Mia. By then, she was suffering from severe hair loss and constantly looking around whenever she was outside, as if she expected something to be there.
One day, we were sitting in a lecture hall during a philosophy lecture. Mia sat completely still, staring into nothing and absentmindedly pulling at her hair. It was the first time we realized that her hair loss was not accidental.
Then, without warning, she suddenly jumped up and screamed at someone to leave her alone. Everyone in the room stared at her in shock before she ran out of the lecture hall.
After that incident, we barely saw her anymore.
We could not reach her, no matter how hard we tried.
One day, Ethan decided to check on her, since he lived closer to her apartment than I did. She only opened the door a crack and immediately screamed at him to leave.
Mia had no close relatives we could contact, so there was no one else we could turn to. All we could do was hope that the situation would improve, and we never stopped trying to reach her.
One morning, I woke up and noticed a message from Mia that had been sent in the early morning.
It said:
“I’m scared. Please come over. I think someone is in my apartment.”
By the time I saw the message, it was already 8:00 a.m. My next lecture started at 10:00 a.m., but I decided to skip it and check on her instead.
I tried calling her first, but she did not answer.
So I drove to her apartment.
When I arrived, I knocked on the door, but she was not open it. When I tried the handle, I realized the door was unlocked.
The moment I stepped inside, something felt wrong. The silence was overwhelming.
I searched every room on the ground floor, but she was nowhere to be found. Eventually, I decided to check upstairs.
The first thing I noticed was the strange drawings covering the walls.
When I entered her bedroom, I felt a brief moment of relief. Mia seemed to be asleep in her reading chair.
As I approached her and gently lifted her head to wake her, I realized that she was dead.
Her face was distorted and horribly mutilated.
I ran out of the house screaming and crying before immediately calling the police and emergency services.
I was the last person she had contacted.
In the days after Mia’s death, everything got worse.
Ethan became increasingly irritable, and it seemed as though he was developing the same symptoms Mia had shown before her death.
I began to worry that the same thing might happen to me.
I already had so much stress in my life. Things at home were not good either. Ever since my father died, my mother has been sitting by my bed at night while I sleep, crying. I have often wondered why she does not talk to me during the day. But I suppose grief is simply at its worst at night before sleep, and she does not want to be alone.
Over the next few days, Ethan began ignoring me. I started wondering what I had done to deserve it. After Mia’s death, he had simply turned his back on me.
On Fridays after university, we usually went to a café together. So that morning, on my way to university, I decided that after the lectures I would go to the café and wait to see whether Ethan would come. But he did not show up for the lectures or at the café. He was gone.
The days passed, and there was still no trace of Ethan. My mental state had become so bad that at night, I would simply scream and cry in my room. But my mother did not even think about checking on me.
By then, I was suffering from terrible nightmares and could barely think clearly, now that both of my friends were no longer here.
One evening, while I was lost in thought, I suddenly had the idea to search our basement for old photos of us. My mother never goes into the basement because she still keeps old belongings of my father down there.
As I was looking through the photos, I noticed that flies kept landing on me. When I turned around and looked toward the freezer, I saw that they were coming from there. So I stood up and walked closer, and then I noticed that there were maggots on the freezer as well. I opened it carefully, and suddenly my blood ran cold.
It was Ethan.
Ethan was lying dead inside the freezer.
I grabbed the memory box with the photos and ran upstairs in panic, locking myself in my room.
I did not understand what was happening and had no idea what to do.
As I placed the box on my bed, a note fell to the floor.
I unfolded it and began to read:
Hello, my name is Casey,
and if you are reading this, I am already dead...
Loved it!
What an ending, it gave me goosebumps! The found footage vibe is a great element, and since I'm a big fan of those kinds of movies, this is a perfect hit for me.