RAW SCRIPT : [ASMR] Why It’s Called The “Living” Room [M4A] [Creepypasta]

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▶ Original Upload Date: November 8th, 2021

ღ AUNT TAYLOR voiced by KiChanVA (Kiyana) ღ

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You’ve probably not given this much thought, but why do we call the rooms in our humble abode the names we do? Obviously the BEDroom is where our beds go. This is where we sleep after long days and nights of school and work and where we share rather intimate parts of our lives with other people. Or, it can be an office where you work from home or even a room for gaming. The bathroom or washroom is where we wash up and/or take baths and showers and where we go to relieve ourselves. However, there is one room that just doesn’t fit even though we’ve said it countless times even without a second thought. I, of course, am referring to the room we call “the living room”. But, why do we call it that? The room where we put our television and couches to sit and enjoy hours upon hours of entertainment. The room where we host board game night. The room we all camped out in during sleepovers. The room where, those who celebrate it, put up the Christmas trees. But, that couldn’t possibly be why we call it that. Well, as burning a question this may be, I actually found the reason. 

My name is Jason Sanchez. On my 17th birthday, my mother, Daniella, and I moved from our happy little home in Oregon all the way to Arizona to live with my Aunt Taylor, or as we still refer to her, Sailor Taylor because she served in the Navy while my mom was pregnant with me. My mom chose to have a family and Aunt Taylor chose to fight for our country. I have to ensure this year for her birthday to thank her for her service in an even more appreciative way. Well, three weeks before my birthday, my father had for some reason, up and left us, essentially screwing my mother and I both financially. We were on the brink of homelessness. We had packed up our belongings and had no choice but to sleep in our cramped living room.  My mother and I crammed onto the leather couch and we slept head to toe. Well, jumping back to the present, my forty year old Aunt Taylor had used her pick up truck to help with moving costs. We decided to leave the majority of our larger furniture behind; the only things we brought were both our beds and our 55 inch tv. We pulled up to a rather luxurious two story condo. There was a beautiful rock garden with picture perfect cacti decorating the lawn and attached was a three car garage which my Aunt Taylor said she would leave a place for me once I got my license. I’m a late bloomer, shut up, my dad was supposed to teach me for my birthday. Once we parked the car, Aunt Taylor got out and stretched exclaiming

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[as if talking while stretching] Yeeeeeeaaahhhh now that was a road trip! Whooo damn thank the good lord it’s the middle of Winter. Otherwise, we’d be leaving all your shit out here for all the wolves and hyenas to munch on. Then, how would I get rid of all the dead bodies in my basement? [pause for comedic effect] AAAHHHH I’m just fucking with you. Come on Jason, you really think Sailor Taylor would do that to my favorite nephew?? Come on dude, grow a set already! AAAAHHH haha I'm just kidding, why you so serrrrriousssss?!?! [playfully] RRRRRGGGGGGGGHH

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She said while putting me in a headlock and giving me a noogie. I should preface by saying my Aunt Taylor was unlike all the other women in my family. And, if we are sharing all of our important family details, my immediate family was mostly women. The only men were my father and my grandfather who passed away when I was six. Everyone else; all of my other aunts, cousins, and my grandmother on my mom’s side were the definition of lady-like. Very soft gentle voices, more or less dressing conservatively until the heat and humidity became unbearable, and generally stuck with “girly girl” activities and careers or as Taylor calls it, “bitch work”. My Aunt Taylor on the other hand decided that somebody had to be the tough one, so she appointed herself. Although she had beautiful locks of golden brown hair, she was tough, her body was shredded, even though you wouldn’t think that due to her wearing baggy shirts all the time, and was loud and obnoxious with a dark sense of humor. Don’t worry, all of this explanation will make sense later.

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[joyful with hints of sarcasm] Alright kiddos, start taking your crap in the house. Danny, you’ll be taking the room upstairs with the blue door and Jason, you’ll be right across from her. I did the best I could with cleaning but, I may have got too excited and I bumped my head against the cabinet. In a blind rage, I punched a hole through the door. But uhhh hey, at least if you ever get the balls to ask out some of the girls up at the local state college, maybe they’ll think you’re some sort of badass hahahahahahahaha.

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My mother and I slowly took our belongings inside. Aunt Taylor helped take our mattresses upstairs, and by helped, I mean she saw us both struggle and with her god-like strength, carried both of them up without breaking a sweat. Thankfully, I was able to carry our flatscreen to a large den downstairs all by myself and we got it up and running and I managed to connect my Xbox One and my Switch in no time. That’s another room I have yet to figure out why they call it that. But, one thing at a time. Box after box was carried inside and slowly but surely, we got all of our things set within a couple hours. They must have taught my Aunt how to harness some super hearing because somehow she was able to tell that my mother and I were starving.

                                                                             [Aunt Taylor]

I think I hear some tummies rumbling. Well, it looks like we got all of your crap inside so, let’s see…..it’s about 1800 and I don’t really feel like cooking. Hey Danny, you’re kid still like ‘Señor Julios’? We can order the family meal and for my favorite sister and nephew, what’ll you guys have? HAHAHA...Don’t trip, I got you guys, let’s get two family meals, one for you two and one for me. I’ve been doing deadlifts and crunches since 0400. I’ve worked up a mean appetite. 

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The food arrives and all three of us devour our food. I don’t think I remembered to breathe. As Aunt Taylor was searching in her freezer for some Ice Pops, she stopped and looked at us with a concerning, serious look. It was a look we’ve only seen once and that was when she told us my grandfather passed away. 

                                                                             [Aunt Taylor]

[serious tone, but NOT angry or any hints of sarcasm] Look, I don’t need to tell you that your Aunt Taylor is a pretty lax chick. Ask grandma, I’m probably the most laid back out of all your aunts despite having served overseas. However, I have only ONE rule...alright? You see that room over there? The one that is completely bare with no furniture? That’s my old living room. My “new” one is where the den is...or was..or whatever. Under ZERO circumstances are both of you allowed to step foot in there. Is that understood?

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My mother and I looked at each other for a brief moment before we silently nodded our heads in unison. All three of us ate our ice pops in silence. When it was time for bed, my mom and Aunt Taylor headed upstairs but I wasn’t really tired. I asked Aunt Taylor if I could play some Call of Duty Black Ops 3 and she responded with a flick of her hand and her back to me. Her classic way of saying, “Do whatever you want just stop talking to me”. I was having a relatively good session and just as I was about to get the game winning kill in Hardcore Deathmatch, I heard a very subtle Jaaaaassssoooonnn. I yelled, "Hello" but all that did was cause my Aunt Taylor to stomp on the floor. Nothing else really happened. Six months go by without any more incidents until one day, I bring my, at the time, new girlfriend, for privacy reasons, let’s call her Lexi over. We were together for about four months then. Lexi was a year younger than me and although she was by every definition of the word, a geek, she was drop dead gorgeous. We started playing co-op Minecraft until she got thirsty. I heard her walk into the kitchen and rummage through the fridge. She closed the door and I heard her footsteps get louder and then out of nowhere stop. Then, that same voice appeared. Leeexxxxxiii. I spun around to see my girlfriend, now in a trance walking towards the forbidden living room. Her eyes are glazed over white and she is moving like a zombie. I shouted for her to stop and not go in, but it was to no avail. I then ran out of the den and from the bottom of the stairs, screamed at the top of my lungs for my Aunt Taylor. She came out of the garage that was adjoined.

                                                                            [Aunt Taylor]

[angry, but not screaming mad] Jason! What the hell is your problem? You nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you screaming? You’re going to scare off that new girl of yours. Say where the hell is she? 

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She then stopped talking and looked at the corner of the room where unbeknownst to me, was a mirror that was facing the living room.

                                                                             [Aunt Taylor]

[in an “angered panic”] Shit! Jason get out of the way! 

                                                                             
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She ran as fast as she could. However, it was too late. My girlfriend Lexi was standing in the middle of the room with her head facing the floor. Suddenly, her head shot up and stared directly at both my Aunt Taylor and me. Her smile was inhumanely large to the point where the skin around her mouth began to split. From out of her mouth came a sinister, demonic laughter. Lexi now was crawling on the floor, her limbs contorted, and keeping that same nightmare inducing grin. She had made it just a few feet in front of us until our Aunt Taylor shoves me aside, pulls out her 1911 and gunshots sfx  My girlfriend’s eyes returned to normal with tears in her eyes as she fell to the ground dead.

                                                                  
                                                                            [Aunt Taylor]

[in a action heroine, under-your-breath hardcore tone] Not today Belial. And definitely not my family…

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I looked at my Aunt Taylor with a look of pure fear and confusion. What the actual hell just happened? My girlfriend was normal one second and then the next she became the girl from the exorcist to a dead body on the ground?! Aunt Taylor, what the hell is going on with your house?

                                                                           [Aunt Taylor]

[in a serious tone with some remorse] Look kid, your Aunt Taylor is more than just your goofy rough-housing sarcastic bitch of a relative. When your mother and I were younger, we played with the Ouija Board and she was attacked. This took place in the living room of grandma and grandpa’s house. Apparently it was supposed to help. It was called the Living room for a reason. In days of old, rituals always took place there that were either meant to raise the dead or communicate with the dead or summon demons. However, sometimes, they don’t leave and continue living amongst us. Hence the name. That is why I told you and your mother to NEVER EVER go inside the living room.

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I did not know how to even process what just happened. Aunt Taylor just looked at me and told me to help carry my girlfriend’s body into the backyard. I’m 21 as of now and I still live with my Aunt Taylor and my mother. I am writing this from my bedroom and from time to time, I still hear my ex-girlfriend’s voice calling my name and telling me to go into the forbidden living room. I just wish she would shut up sometimes and let me sleep.

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