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My name is Tomas and my story starts with death.

Perhaps it’s a sad form of irony that my story starts with the least noteworthy death of all. What a joke to have my life thrown in a maelstrom over little more than the soft and timely death of an old man.

These last few weeks I’ve carried a cold shiver with me I can’t seem to shake. It’s nestled in my spine as if that too isn’t mine anymore. Occasionally it comes out of hiding and races up my neck where it makes the hairs stand up as a fit of rage creeps up from the depth of my being. I never should have started this madness. I must tell my story now. As I fear I might not be able to for much longer. There is just one question left. The on

My name is Tomas and my story starts with death.

Perhaps it’s a sad form of irony that my story starts with the least noteworthy death of all. What a joke to have my life thrown in a maelstrom over little more than the soft and timely death of an old man.

These last few weeks I’ve carried a cold shiver with me I can’t seem to shake. It’s nestled in my spine as if that too isn’t mine anymore. Occasionally it comes out of hiding and races up my neck where it makes the hairs stand up as a fit of rage creeps up from the depth of my being. I never should have started this madness. I must tell my story now. As I fear I might not be able to for much longer. There is just one question left. The on

I should preface this by disclosing that what I am going to tell you is going to be disturbing. It’s been years and I just can’t get what I’ve seen out of my mind. Perhaps I should have never done what I did. Let time and nature cover up horrors that should never have come to light. Perhaps my actions have permanently harmed people I care about, scarred the soul of my town and broken my family. For what it’s worth I can at least comfort myself with knowing I uncovered some truth. No matter how dark it is. I gave closure to some families. Even though they might have preferred living in the dark, knowing what they know now.

All of this, all of the horror that I now know as my own doing, start

Hello,

I have suffered from GERD/acid reflux for ages so I know how that feels.

The pain I've been having for the last year or so is very localized. It's specifically 2 inches to the left of my sternum, and horizontally about half way between my solar plexus and where my two collar bones meet. It's such a specific place I can't find anything on Google.

The pain is halfway between scharp and dull. It's not a burning or prickling sensation. It's just kind of there most of the time, sometimes it increases in intensity. It doesn't vanish completely often.

Read the first part to my story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/gnwv1u/finding_the_bubak_part_1/

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This will be the conclusion of my story. Istvan and I were unstoppable. Before long we were back in the library, skimming the digital copies of old newspapers. After nearly an hour we found what we were looking for: Tamas, 13 years old at the time, vanished around the time my grandfather was the same age. Tamas. A victim of the Bubak, had read this book. Tamas, we knew now, had been on the same path as we were. But he hadn’t been as smart as us. He had been alone. He had made mistakes. And he h

I should preface this by disclosing that what I am going to tell you is going to be disturbing. It’s been years and I just can’t get what I’ve seen out of my mind. Perhaps I should have never done what I did. Let time and nature cover up horrors that should never have come to light. Perhaps my actions have permanently harmed people I care about, scarred the soul of my town and broken my family. For what it’s worth I can at least comfort myself with knowing I uncovered some truth. No matter how dark it is. I gave closure to some families. Even though they might have preferred living in the dark, knowing what they know now.

All of this, all of the horror that I now know as my own doing, start

I should preface this by disclosing that what I am going to tell you is going to be disturbing. It’s been years and I just can’t get what I’ve seen out of my mind. Perhaps I should have never done what I did. Let time and nature cover up horrors that should never have come to light. Perhaps my actions have permanently harmed people I care about, scarred the soul of my town and broken my family. For what it’s worth I can at least comfort myself with knowing I uncovered some truth. No matter how dark it is. I gave closure to some families. Even though they might have preferred living in the dark, knowing what they know now.

All of this, all of the horror that I now know as my own doing, start

The clock struck seven past nine when a blood curdling scream echoed through the upper hallway of a Millbrook family home. A father jumped up from his usual spot on the sofa where he had just started his usual routine of not thinking of anything in front of the TV (after a long day of thinking about getting home at work).

The father, named Ted, rushed up the stairway to the bedroom of his daughter, named Ellie, whom he fathered with a mother named Helen.

Ellie had become a difficult child since the family moved to Millbrook. Come to think of it, Helen became a lot more unpleasant as well to Ted. Ted didn't come to think of it, with his attention focused solely on avoiding Ellie’s toys li

The clock struck seven past nine when a blood curdling scream echoed through the upper hallway of a Millbrook family home. A father jumped up from his usual spot on the sofa where he had just started his usual routine of not thinking of anything in front of the TV (after a long day of thinking about getting home at work).

The father, named Ted, rushed up the stairway to the bedroom of his daughter, named Ellie, whom he fathered with a mother named Helen.

Ellie had become a difficult child since the family moved to Millbrook. Come to think of it, Helen became a lot more unpleasant as well to Ted. Ted didn't come to think of it, with his attention focused solely on avoiding Ellie’s toys li

The clock struck seven past nine when a blood curdling scream echoed through the upper hallway of a Millbrook family home. A father jumped up from his usual spot on the sofa where he had just started his usual routine of not thinking of anything in front of the TV (after a long day of thinking about getting home at work).

The father, named Ted, rushed up the stairway to the bedroom of his daughter, named Ellie, whom he fathered with a mother named Helen.

Ellie had become a difficult child since the family moved to Millbrook. Come to think of it, Helen became a lot more unpleasant as well to Ted. Ted didn't come to think of it, with his attention focused solely on avoiding Ellie’s toys li