#ezmisery

+VOICES OF THE DAY+ Voices: Myself +Story writer+ The  Writer for this video today is by: Ezmisary: http://ezmisery.tumblr.com/  (Source - http://fifteenhours-creepystories.tumblr.com/post/174378340367/creepypasta-1501-one-of-my-roommates-isnt-my# )

+Music+ Music is by: Jon Bork - Dramatic Drones

-Video-

Hey everyone! I’ve finally set up my redbubble shop, and the first items are here! The #horror fam shirts and tank tops everyone has been wanting are available at last! They come in lots of styles and colors, and pretty much every size.

#horror fam stickers are also available too, from size small to size extra large! They’re super cheap too.

Log-book of Social Worker #931: There's something wrong with this family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today's terrifying horror story / creepypasta / nosleep story was written by EZMisery and can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/5slmcs/logbook_of_social_worker_931

You can find more of Emma's mad ramblings here: http:// ezmisery.tumblr.com/

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Operator: Adam’s County Sheriff’s Line, what is your emergency?

Caller: Are you real?

Operator: Excuse me?

Caller: I need to know if you’re real or not.

Operator: Are you having a mental emergency?

Caller: No, I am perfectly sane.

Operator: Where are you, sir?

Caller: I am in…I think I am in Friendship.

Operator: Are you having an emergency?

Caller: (Laughs) Fine. Yes, yes I am.

Operator: (Softens tone) You can talk to me. What can I do to help?

Caller: I am afraid no one can help. No one is who they say they are.

Operator: Well…who are you?

Caller: (Pause) My name is Callen. Callen Shea.

Operator: Hi Callen. My name is Betty.

Caller: You don’t sound like a Betty.

Operator: I promise it’s my name. Betty O’rourke.

Caller: Irish?

Operator: Guilty.

Caller: Same here.

Operator: So tell me Callen, what is going on?

Ivory Hollows was a brand new building that I moved into after I graduated from college. It was a huge monotone box that housed over a hundred apartments. I liked it. I can’t explain why, but the sight of the giant cube made me feel safe. Secure. I enjoyed that every floor looked exactly the same. All the walls were grey, all the floors were black. Maybe it was my mathematics background, but it seemed like I fit in.

As a bonus, I barely ever saw or heard my neighbors. It was like I was alone in a giant building. I loved the quiet. College life was always noisy and people were always asking me for things. But in Ivory Hollows, I was like an integer. A number among many silent numbers. It was comforting.

There was one glaring exception to the pattern. Every time I took the elevator, whether up or down, there was a man inside. He was a white man with dark hair that sat beneath a bowler cap. He was always wearing a silver suit, fitted to his slender frame. I honestly would not have thought much of him except he was backward. In every trip he faced the back of the elevator as opposed to the front. I’d step in and stand awkwardly in the corner, faced sort of sideways so I didn’t have my back to him.

Needless to say it was unsettling. I am a person of rituals and norms. I don’t break rules, I don’t make a fuss. And I certainly don’t stand backward in elevators.

Current stories available for reading:

The 1% - paperback or ebook

Knots (anthology) - paperback or ebook

Dad's Tapes - paperback or ebook

A Cure for Chaos (an anthology with 30 authors) - Buy Here

Monstronomicon (an anthology with 70 authors) - Buy Here

.

Monologue

I had three friends for dinner

.

Poetry-

Miracle

An Afternoon at the Lake

The Thing

Infestation

.

On /r/EZmisery-

Home for Child Oddities

Home for Child Oddities 2

The Peeker

The Shopping List

Low Hanging Fruit

The Little Religion

Chastity

Bag of Baby Clothes, Free to a Good Home

This is Real

Why I stopped trying to kill myself

Crush

The Dead Girl in the Woods

.

On /r/shortscarystories-

About these so called “evil clowns”

Trepanation

.

On /r/nosleep-

Anger Issues

The Best Christmas Ever

Name of a Good Plumber

Missing Persons Report: Michael Daff

Tampon Recall

The Cat Survives

Milk White

Knots

The Miss Bloomington, Indiana Beauty Pageant

A Typical Workday

The Perfect Gift for Valentine's Day

The Tithonus Trials

Always Put Duct Tape Over Your Webcam

Why I am anti-bullying

The Oregon Shriek

Mr. Grabs

My Daughter's Annoying Habit

I used to be a Cat Person

As a child, I Wanted to be a Mermaid

Diet Pill Nightmare

The Cage

Behind every door, Beneath every bed

Emergency Response System

Prospect Lake, part 1

Prospect Lake, part 2

Thesis for Review; Feral Woman

Happiness

It is raining

Why You Should Never Cheat on Your Wife

It's Good to Have a Hobby (pt 1)

It's Good to Have a Hobby (pt 2)

At the Drive-Thru at Starbucks

Cousin Michael

Anxiety and Depression

You Have to Try This New Wine

Thank God

Hot Singles in Your Area

Memorial Day Incident at Devil’s Lake, Wisconsin

When it stopped, so did we

My sister was murdered and she won’t shut up about it

Don't Envy the Dead

The Attic Letters

It is recommended that you stop taking public transportation

Warning to other horror writers

How to be Best Friends Forever, a step by step guide

Survivor's Guilt

Did I write this weird diary?

It Likes You

Halloween Fever

I wish I had found a dead body

Balloon Head Jesus, Mr. Hair, and The Carrot-Man

Exposure Therapy

A Nice Jewish Girl

Did you drink a Red Bull within the past 90 days?

Marigold, TX

Marigold, TX: 2

Dwell

Lorena and the Graveyard

Buyer's Remorse

The White Dog of McClean Maternity Ward

I am never using Tumblr again

The Woman in the Lawn Chair

How to Successfully Random a Child

Residence #534-TNH

The final text conversation of Theresa Lee Miller

Mikal Sloan, aged 10. Field Notes.

What is water made out of?

One of my roommates isn't my roommate

One of my roommates isn't my roommate, 2

Porcelain, Clay, Burlap, and Rubber

Maxine Came Back, Part 1

Maxine Came Back, Part 2

The real reason behind Coke Zero’s new taste

She ruined the bathroom

How to Properly Dispose of a Body

My Son Would Not Stop Crying

The Tunnel

I need your help to find my family

Who are you when no one is looking

There’s a baby monitor in my daughter’s coffin

There's someone trapped down there

My Brother's Sex Doll

Will Someone Please Take 1 Million Dollars From Me?

The Anechoic Chamber

Two little boys have moved into our house

Blood and Pumpkin Spice

I got my son back

A Real Wisconsin Winter

I wish my mother would get it over with and kill me

Trapped in Rosalind Graveyard

Camp Raven Ness

Never Trust a Man Below 5’5”

ATHAZAGORAPHOBIA - PATIENT RECORD DA19-3GG

I was "Rescued" by a Cult

Open Letter to the Makers of Q-Tips

I have a sister my parents don't know about

Wendingo

Cold Feet

I was Kidnapped by my Parents

The Missing Episode of My Brother, My Brother, and Me

Keep Christ in Christmas

I Killed Santa

The Thirteenth Night of Christmas was Merry

I am So Scared of the Season Finale of my Life

Maniac on the floor

.

Sacred Souls

I

II

.

Choose Happiness™!

First Floor

Second Floor

Third Floor

.

The Institute

The Wrom Institute

Regarding Eve

I woke up in a room that isn't mine

The Job Interview

Log-book of Social Worker #931

It Hurts Here

.

The DVD Series

The dvd was covered in fingerprints

The dvd was covered in scratches

The dvd was no more

.

The Gifts Series

The Gifts (pt 1)

The Gifts (pt 2)

The Late Jim Coswell's Collection of Letters

The Gifts (pt 3)

My First Session with Celia Townsen

I thought you were a girl

The Gifts (pt 4)

I can’t get this patient off my mind

The Gifts (Finale)

.

CPS Series

I'm good at my job

Never a dull moment

Blood Angels

.

Hunger, MA

Hunger, Massachusetts

Hunger, Massachusetts Update

Hunger, Massachusetts Update 2

Hunger, Massachusetts Update Final