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I have quite strict parents. If I go to a party, I have to be back home by midnight no exceptions. If I'm going out and it isn't college or my part-time job, then I must text them to let them know where I am. They don't watch my every move, but they definitely have some control over what I do. I don't even have a Facebook because I'm not allowed. I'm only allowed on the family computer if it's for study or watching Netflix. My mum on and off monitors me so it's pretty difficult to roam the internet for fun. It's even weirder and more depressing because I'm 17.
I have a phone. How else would I text them? But it's a real hand-me-down from my parents. One of those old original Nokia 3310 bricks. I only know the make because my friends have told me and constantly ridicule me for it. I don't blame them for it though, when they all have their iPhones and Pixels with access to the internet and no "Snake 2".
Life was this abysmal state of depressing for a while. Until my 18th birthday.
I came downstairs on the Friday morning before college and my parents had made me thick blueberry pancakes and made me a fresh smoothie. After a chorus of happy birthdays from them, they presented me with a small-ish box wrapped in gift paper.
"We know that we can come across as a bit strict sometimes." My dad said as he put his hand on my shoulder, "And sometimes it probably feels like we don't want you to be happy, but we only do these things because we want you to do well in school now, so you can enjoy life however you please with a stable job and income under your belt. You're a bright girl, we know you'll understand one day why we seem so on top."
I looked at my dad unsure what to say. They weren't abusive parents, they weren't horrible to me. Strict, yes, but I loved them and when it came to my studies they had always put that first and supported me. I wasn't sure why of all days he was bringing this up now.
He patted my shoulder and smiled "And now our girl is a woman. 18 years of age. It's time for you to start having a bit more independence. You've kept your grades up and outstanding. You've never broken curfew and you've always kept us in the loop. Open your present sweetie."
"T-thanks dad." I managed to muster. I was feeling really awkward.
Drawing attention away from my doe eyed expression, I gazed back at the gift wrapping. After a moment I began to tear it off carefully. And then I saw the "SAMSUNG" logo.
My heart skipped a beat as I realised what they'd bought me. It was a new phone. And not just any new phone, but one of those Samsung Galaxy S9s that everyone and the media had been talking about.
"Oh wow!" I exclaimed "Mum, dad, thank you so much!" I embraced both of them, truly thankful for what they had given me.
"As it's your first proper contract phone, and it's your 18th birthday, we're going to pay the contract for it!" My mum smiled at me.
"Thank you! This is amazing!"
"There's a couple of things we need to sort out though before we cast you off into the sunset" My dad chuckled before reverting his face back to his usual cool expression. Time to have the "serious talk" about how "phones are dangerous" etc.
"18 is a big age. You still have a lot to learn about life, but it's time you became more independent, for yourself." He began. "You're legally an adult. So that means you no longer have a curfew. It also means you have free reign on the internet. Your phone is a smart phone, so it can connect. We were going to get you a laptop or a tablet, but we thought you'd like the phone more."
My eyes widened. I was not expecting that. It felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I thought I'd have a curfew for the rest of my life whilst I lived at home.
"Really? You mean it?" I asked
My dad continued smiling, shot a look at my mum who also smiled and they both looked at me.
"We wouldn't be saying it if we didn't mean it." My mum chuckled. "All we ask in return is that you keep your studies up and although we don't expect you to tell us where you are or what you're doing, we would prefer it if you did send us a text message or phone call to let us know you're ok."
"Oh and keep your room tidy!" My dad joked
The three of us laughed as we finished breakfast and dad helped me set up my brand new smart phone.
College and work that day were great. Although I didn't have much time to actually get to know my phone or the internet, I was the talk of the town amongst my friends. They loved the S9 and were just as wide-eyed as me about it. After work, I decided that I wanted to spend a little time on the internet at home before 18th birthday celebrations, so I went up to my room, kicked back and unlocked my phone.
I set up a Facebook and Twitter straight away. My friend told me about reddit and tumblr too so I made accounts on both. At first it was all very overwhelming, but the more I used it, the easier it became. After an hour or so, one of my friends, Jenna, asked me why I hadn't set up an Instagram yet. In truth, I'd been so captivated by the other apps, I'd forgotten about it. So that was the next thing I did. Realising I didn't have any pictures yet, went to stand by my window and attempted to take a selfie.
I was very hesitant because I'd never taken a selfie of my own before. I'd always been in my friends selfies and even then it wasn't very often because I didn't have social media at the time. So now I was here, staring at my reflection in the screen sort of dumbfounded. Feeling stupid, I tutted and then rolled my eyes, before smiling at the camera. This time I confidently looked at the camera and pressed the capture button.
And that's when everything in my life changed.
As soon as my thumb had connected to the screen, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread. It felt like energy and life was being sucked out of me. I felt tired and slightly... ill. My stomach felt so tight it was uncomfortable to stand.
I retreated back to the bed and just lay there, staring at the ceiling for a moment. I didn't understand why this feeling had overcome me. I was confused. I breathed heavily and slowly, intending on calming myself down, which was slowly working. When I felt like I was calm enough, I sat up.
"Honey! Your friends are here!" My mum called from downstairs.
"Be there now mum!" I replied as I got back up and quickly threw my party dress on. I shrugged the fatigue off as just being tired from a long day and went downstairs.
The party was a hit. Everyone was having a good time... a good DRUNK time. My parents were there, my friends, my family and it was so nice to be able to party with them without sneaking around. I felt like an adult. People were taking pictures left right and centre, I joined in some of the shots. My friends joked that they could finally tag me in pictures now. Feeling the atmosphere, I took out my phone and started taking pictures. My 18th would be a great way to kick off my instagram page.
After a frenzy of photos, I decided to take one more picture, this time a selfie. It was difficult to press the screen and pose gracefully as I was quite drunk myself, but I managed and as soon as my thumb connected again, the same feeling of dread that happened in my room came again.
I again felt like the life was being sucked out of me. It was awful. I looked around for a seat, and finally found one.
"You ok honey?" I heard my dad's voice above me.
"Hey dad." I hiccuped. "I'm feeling a little tired."
"Maybe it's time for bed" He laughed as he picked me up and took me up to bed.
Everyone who was still there bid me drunk goodbyes. I still felt really lightheaded. But it wasn't because of the booze.
As we got to my bedroom, my dad sat me on my bed and kindly took my shoes off for me.
"I hope you've had a wonderful birthday, sweetheart." He said
"I have dad, it's been amazing!" I continued through my hiccups. The "feeling" was starting to go.
"I'm glad." He paused then and looked to the left side of him. He looked like he was going to say something else, but suddenly smiled and patted me on the head. "Well, you don't need me to put you in bed, I just got you to the room, good night my dear." And he stepped out, leaving me alone.
I jumped into bed, too tired to process anything.
I woke up the next day to a message from Jenna asking if I wanted to go bowling, which I definitely did. I checked my clock and discovered it was 10am, so still early and I had a teeny headache from the night before, an extra hour or two in bed would sort that out.
I opened my camera and put it to the selfie mode to see what I looked like. Make up smeared and my dress still on, I laughed at myself and decided to take a picture to send to Jenna. She'd laugh.
And I'm sure you can guess what happened next.
As soon as my thumb connected to the screen, the dread. The sucking of life force. Only this time everything wend black.
I awoke and checked my clock again: 10:30... I'd been out for half hour. I felt sluggish and slow, like I had no energy at all. I was confused all over again.
Not happy with my confusion, I took another picture. This time with the front facing camera of my window. Expecting the same thing to happen, I pressed the shutter... nothing happened. I didn't feel sluggish or slow. I felt fine. So I flipped the camera around and without hesitating, took a selfie.
BAM. Sluggish. More life force... gone. Energy drained.
I didn't black out but it took even longer to feel normal again.
I couldn't take it anymore and took to the internet. Google became my best friend for the next hour.
It felt like an eternity, but I'd finally found something. I'd typed in "i feel tired after I take a selfie" and finally found a forum on a supernatural site.
One of the users mentioned how in history, indigenous tribes believed that every time you took a picture of yourself, it captured a part of your soul forever. Eventually, the legend went that you're entire life force would be drained and you would be reduced to an emotionless, mute "shell" of yourself. One of the comments within this thread mentioned a cult that harvested life force from people using this method for eternal life. The cult was called "The Soul Eaters". This made my stomach tense again and I felt incredibly sick. They'd mentioned all the symptoms I had felt every time I took a selfie too and come to think of it, I'd slowly gotten quietewas saying less. My emotions had been a bit weird this morning as well. I was sure I was being paranoid, so I closed the thread and tried to get ready to go bowling.
Jenna messaged me on facebook asking to see me in my "outfit of the day" a little while later. Absent mindedly, I took another selfie and fainted again.
When I came round to it, I'd been out for atleast 45 minutes this time. I instantly panicked.
I remembered in my frenzy about this nosleep thread my friend had told me about when I was signing up for reddit. I need your help.
I'm scared that every time I take a selfie, my soul is being destroyed and my emotions and feelings are being wiped away. Slowly, but surely. But there are some situations where I can't get out of taking one without a very decent excuse.
I don't know if I'm being paranoid, I'm not used to smartphones, maybe that's got something to do with it. If I tell my parents they'll retract my freedom and the phone thinking it's a "bad influence". My friends will just laugh at me. I so scared. I don't know what to do