Post by Goddessofthepoke on Sept 19, 2011 12:06:50 GMT -5
I've gone to other forums for help.
The last guy that tried to help me could read pictures (I think). He told me my house wasn't haunted/had nothing negative attatched to it, but when I sent him pictures of me, he never responded.
It has me more worried than before.
I mean, the first time, with pictures of the house, he replied the next day. This time, it's been several days and still no response.
Whatever this is, it's appeared to me in the shape of a teenage boy. Ive seen him once while my smallest cousin, Cassie, has seen him twice.
Alright, the time I saw him:
I was at Greg's sitting on my swing. It was fairly recent- some time this year, before we moved. He was just standing at the end of my drive way, staring at me. He was tall, a little taller than me, but skinny. He was wearing black jeans, a dark grey hoodie, and black high-top converse. He had the hood pulled over his face. I didn't ever actually see his face with my eyes, except for a small glint of red under the hood, where his eyes would be. That glint was all it took. In my mind, I got a... a image of his eyes- bright red, blood red, and almost glowing.
Evil. Cruel.
He was angry- he wanted to hurt something. Not /me/ in particular but something. Anything.
I think I was just the only sensitive person around at the time, so he latched on to me.
From Cassie's description, i don't think he's human.
Her description:
She saw him twice- once when Mom and I moved the first time and once where we're living now, meaning that she saw him before I did. This doesn't surprise me, since seeing ghosts runs in the family (she prolly gets it from someone on my mom's side, since I have a history too. XDD )... i mean, she's started seeing them the same time i did.
Her description of him: He's tall with the same black jeans, hoodie, and shoes that i saw. She saw his face, though. Big red eyes, black hair, and horns. He scared the **** out of her.
According to her, she saw someone else at the house I'm living in now, too- a young woman.
With dark hair, short, and red eyes.
The woman doesn't surprise me in the least but the boy... He's /following/ me. That bothers me, cause i know it's gonna bite me in the ass sooner or later. It scares me.
I can honestly say that I don't see many ghosts now but I feel things. There is an actual name for that, but i can't remember it now.
Like, when i walk into a place, I can get a feel for it.
Greg's house was evil.
It was /evil/. I couldn't take a step in that place without feeling like something evil was following me and the evil came from the yeard. Some place out in the yard and it permeated the /entire house/. Greg's verbal abuse got much worse when we moved there, too. I remember. I know.
Tony's house was nice. There was nothing evil there. I only felt something bad once, a few days before me and Mom moved back in with Greg, and that was in the back yard. It was a weaker version of the evil at Greg's.
The house I live in now feels like it's stuck in the past. Even looking at it from the yard... It doesn't feel particularly /evil/ until late at night (from midnight until well past 3:00, usually... or whenever I'm there alone) but it does feel like I'm walking in a different time. Like something evil happened there and it... it stained the house- like an event keeps repeating in it.
But late at night, something evil creeps out. I can feel it, coming from the attic room. It always comes from the attic, down to my mom's closet. Always in her room.
Always.
Most of the time, even in the day, i can feel it in that room.
It's so strong lately that I can't even walk in there. Just looking in that room scares me **** and makes me wanna freeze up. It makes me feel hunted- like a rabbit caught in a trap.
When I'm there alone, I cannot stand to turn my back to that room. Late at night, I pretty much flee to my room, cause when it's that late, it's the only room i feel safe in.
And even then i can feel it pacing back and forth in front of my door, looking for a way in.
Something is following me and, for whatever reason, it keeps appearing in the shape of a teenage boy.
I've been keeping an online journal of what happens lately. Just in the past week:
Thursday, September 15
I was downstairs, in the garage with Cassie earlier today. It was nice enough until I felt something evil, coming from the back of the garage. I didn't see anything this time. I didn't have to. I could feel it- it was like the air got thicker somehow, like.... like something was watching me.
Cassie said she smelled beef cooking.
I got creeped out and demanded we go inside, so I told Cassie to take her shoes inside and I went and locked the door.
I'd barely drawn the bolt halfway across when I heard something pound twice on the door.
The entire back yard is fenced in. The gate... There's no way that gate could have opened without me hearing it.
There was no other way into that back yard.
Something pounded on that door.
The moment it did, I felt a terror I've never known before. I've never been that scared.
I made Cassie run for the stairs and the door and I was fast on her heels.
Right as I reached the top of the stairs, I heard something growl right behind me.
It wasn't a soft growl, either. It was loud, like an angry animal. I slammed the door and locked it. I'm not going back into that garage.
((That night, Ihad the mother of all creepy dreams. My step-father, Greg, was in it. Greg started out as just.... Greg. Then I was talking to my friend Bek on DA chat in my dream and Greg got these wierd red eyes and he kept jerking my laptop away from me, stealing it and talking to Bek... It took me a minute to realize what he was doing. He was trying to take my place- and that's when i realized it wasn't Greg. I jerked the laptop back and told it to leave, that it wasn't welcome here and it gave me this really creepy grin and jerked the power cord from the laptop. I fled. It chased me to some kind of pool or something.
I remember, it grabbed my wrist first and i jerked away, then my neck with both hands and i fought it off. By then it was trying to hold me under the water. It was so hard to move or breathe.
Then, just as i was trying to swim away, it grabbed my ankle with one hand and my neck with the other and pulled me back under the water. I couldn't see anything then.
I felt weak and dizzy. I crocodile rolled away and just as i broke it's grip i woke up.
When I woke up, I was light-headed and dizzy and my ankle and neck both hurt. =/
But it wasn't the first creepy dream I've ever had.
When I was nine, I dreamed I was standing in my back yard (I lived at Greg's house at the time) and up in the limbs of one of the trees was this huge black shadow with red eyes. It looked at me, grinned, then came charging at me. I ran for the back door. Just as I reached it, I woke up.
The second drea, was when i was roughly 11. I dreamed I was in the front yard, looking out at the side yard, when this girl walked out of the woods. She looked exactly like me but she had bright red eyes- the same red eyes as the shadow-thing in my previous dream.
She stopped and stared at me. I turned and ran inside. I screamed, shouted, shook both my parents, but it was like i didn't even exist. So I went and looked out the window.
She was standing in the driveway by then and grinning at me.
The third dream happened a few months ago. I was in the house I'm currently living in with my mom and her boyfriend. I went outside, onto the porch, and right across the street stood a girl that looked just like one of my writing characters only with those same red eyes. She was grinning wide already, holding her fingernails like claws. I took off, running for Bek's house, and the thing chased me. I made it just past the neighbors driveway when she caught me, her fingernails cutting across my back. The pain woke me up. When I woke up, my back hurt bad- like it had been clawed.
I was too shaken and scared to think to look for marks in a mirror. ))
Saturday, September 17
Well, last night right before i went to bed, something really wierd happened.
I'm in kind of the entry-room think, with the computer. There's a path to the kitchen and a little half-blath/pantry thing between the two.
Last night, I heard that half-bath door open wide then shut most of the way.
not five minutes later, the fat orange cat came waddling through that hall, like something had set hit tail on fire. ><
The thing is that i had this light on and the kitchen light on. The only light between the two that wasn't on was that half-bath.
If the door had just opened, I would have said it was the cat but it /closed/ too. Cats open door but they don't usually bother with closing them.
And after that door did that, I could deffinately feel something evil in here with me. it got so bad that I chanted a constant prayer while shutting everything off and fleeing to the room I'm staying in.
Nothing's happened yet today, but we'll see if anything happens before i go to bed tonight. =/
Sunday, September 18
Nothing special happened.
I heard footsteps on the basement stairs after my Uncle went up to bed and right after I went up to my room, I heard something whispering just past my door.
A girl's voice said my name and then a boy's voice said something I couldn't quite understand.
It was freaky, but I got the distinct impression it couldn't get in. =/ I dunno.
Maybe it has something to do with the cross hanging over that door.
Either way, nothing beyond that happened last night and I woke up fine. If I dreamed, I don't remember it, so at least there's that. ^^
And just a few minutes ago I was talking on the phone with my mom. I'm alone here in the house right now but she still claimed to hear a male voice on the phone, in the background. My mom wouldn't lie and she doesn't know what's going on, anyway. If she heard a guy's voice, she heard a guy's voice- which is freaky, cause there aren't any guys here right now.
So please, someone, help me.
Both my and my six-year-old cousin has heard it growling. I've heard whispering. It's following me from place to place.
There's banging, footsteps, whispering, people seeing the same ghost... I've done research into this. It /can't/ just be my imagination. The feelings this thing gives me....
it feels dangerous. I'm so scared it's gonna hurt me. I'm scared to sleep, cause of the dreams... I don't know what to do.
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