Creepy Stories and Riddles

The Bronze Vase

 A few days ago, I received a strange email from my best friend, Karina. 

"Mark, I need you to do something very important tonight okay? It's crucial to do exactly what I ask. You're probably think I'm absolutely crazy, but please just do it. Maybe we could laugh at how stupid this all is, if I ever come back. 

 Do you remember the bronze vase that I found hidden in the beach? The one with weird markings on it? I need you to go to my apartment to retrieve it. 

 First though, I need you to get a black sharpie and draw two eyes on the palms of your hands. Make sure the pupils are in the middle of each palm. 

 Then, I need you to bring a bag and a candle along as well. Once you get to my apartment, it will be dark. No matter what don't turn on the lights. Use the candle to light your way. 

 When you enter my bedroom, you may hear whispers. You won't know where it's coming from, but don't let it freak you out. Don't let it convince you to do anything. Just remember, everything it says is a lie. 

 You'll find the bronze vase sitting on my dressers. Make sure you pick it up with both hands at once. Make sure the eyes on both of your palms are touching the vase. If you feel something touching you, ignore it Mark. None of it can hurt you. 

 Now, tip the bronze vase over until all the blood has drained out. Make sure everything is drained out completely. Not even one drop left in it. Whatever you do, don't look inside it. And please don't even put your fingers inside it. Just take the vase in your bag and leave immediately. 

Take that vase and get rid of it. Put it in a place where no one will ever find it. 

 I'm terribly sorry I have asked you to do this, but I trust you with my heart Mark. If I'd known what I know now, none of this would have happened. 

If you successfully follow my directions, I'll see you soon. 

Love ya, Karina"

It was her usual email format. I didn't know what to do after that. Was she joking? Is it a prank? I decided to call her to check if she was okay. Her phone ranged for an eternity, but there was no answer. Then, the voicemail came out. 

"Karina here," the recorded voice said. "Leave a message!" 

"Hey Karina," I hesitatingly spoke after the beep. 

"I know it's late, but could you give me a call as soon as possible? I'm just a little worried about the text message you delivered to me. Please reply...." 

Suddenly, I heard a faint muffle at the other end of the line. 

"Help me." 

I retorted back flabbergasted. 

"Karina?" I bellowed over the phone. "What happen?"

 "Help me," she said again, her distorted voice was barely heard. "I'm scared I'm scared I'm really scared I'm scared I'm scared I'm sc-" Eventually, the line went dead. I stared at my phone with her desperate words pacing through my mind. 

 I knew I had to do something quick, so I fumbled to gather the candle and the bag. I kept calling her all the way over to her apartment, but there was no answer. 

 I parked outside and pressed in the code numbers on her door. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I was about to reach to flick the lights on. I jerked away when I remembered the instructions: don't turn on the lights. 

 I took the candle and lit it up. Finally, I walked into the apartment slowly. 

 There was a damp metallic smell in the air. My surrounding felt heavier as I approached closer to Karina's door. I grasped hold of the sliver knob and opened the door. 

 It was hard to hear at first, but gradually the whispers began. It was in unison, requesting one task. 

turn on the lights turn on the lights turn on the lights 

 Well, the room was quite dark. 

turn on the lights turn on the lights turn on the lights

I must resist the urge to.

turn on the lights turn on the lights  turn on the lights

The voices was difficult to deny.

 With its long thin neck and its odd reflective shimmer, the vase was sitting there on top of the dresser. I grabbed it carefully with both hands at once. The warmth ran through my fingertips.

 Instantly, the candle went out, and I plunged into darkness. The whispering grew louder and louder. 

 At that moment, I remembered Karina's instructions. The eyes on the palms of my hands-- I forgotten to draw them. 

Then I thought, "there's nothing much I can about it now."

 I tilted the vase and in the darkness, I could hear the liquid spilling on the floor. I didn't know how long it was, maybe about a minute or two. When the drips slowly stopped, so did the whispering. 

 It was quiet. I never felt so frightened my entire life. A wave of fear rushed over me, and I wanted to leave as soon as possible. 

 I put the vase in the bag and called Karina. After several rings, there was no answer. Then, I felt a strange sting on the palms of my hands; the whispering started once more. It was surrounding me. It was in me. 

 I was driving towards a bridge, with the intent of throwing the vase into the river. However, the whispers told me not to. I obeyed and took the bronze vase home. 

Sometimes, there will be many voices or just one voice. Sometimes it sounds like my dad or Karina. Sometimes, I understand they were saying:

feed us feed us feed us feed us feed us feed us feed us

They might also say, 

turn on the lights turn on the lights turn on the lights turn on the lights 

By then, I found myself powerless against the vase. 

I pricked my finger with a knife and hold it over the opening, squeezing blood into its mouth. This is how it feeds. 

 I am now a slave to the vase. Everyday, I must fill it to the brim. I'm weaker than ever, but I can't let it go hungry. It doesn't like it.

I made one terrible mistake. I forgot to draw the eyes on my hands. 

 Karina, if you're reading this, I must confess. I'm relieved that you're free now. I'm sorry that I failed to follow your instructions. If I somehow manage to escape, I will find you. Wherever you are, maybe we can laugh about how stupid all of this is.