I am 15 turn 16 soon, I am a writer and I get into detail. I am telling you, people, the truth, because I can't tell anybody the full story face to face. I will be calling the ghost, it, he and figure. get comfy because this is a long story, and to warn you this gets dark.
The most terrifying paranormal experience I had was when I was 8 to 11, in this old 3 story house. This is throughout years. I first started to see this slender distorted figure that stood in the corner, every night it would stare and smiled or make noises or touching me, it seemed to love doing this but only to me. I had frequent nightmares of the of the figure, each time it took a different shape, from a monster, animal or human. One of the dreams was when the figure took the shape of a man. Chasing me as if I was the rabbit near the jaws of the wolf. He caught me, pinning me down, I could feel his body pressing me down on me and I can remember the sounds that he made as I cried. He snarled and moaned above me like an animal ready to kill. The sound of my screams still echo in my head when the man ripped the child out of me, I woke up and cried. The figure had made me his and continued using me.
It got more physical, pushing me or touching, I started to get scratches and bruises. One night while I was awake, thinking about how I have never seen the figures real form. So I did the stupidest thing, I asked it to show its self, and it did. I was so terrified I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. Every feature of its face and body made me sick to the very core. It was both a monster and a man, it had the most lustful grin and eyes that made my skin burn. His body was decomposed and distorted, that filled the room with a smell of rotting flesh, that would make a grown man feel sick. He moved forward towards me, its hands opened reaching out ready to grasp my petrified body. It muttered words as moved closer, he had wrapped its hands around me and my body went limp as slowly pulled to the edge of the bed. He repeated the words, "you are mine and I won't let go." I was at the edge of my bed and he was inches from my limp helpless host. For a second, I felt dizzy, unclean and broken. Lights lite up from the other side of the door and he disappeared. I guess I passed out because I woke up on the floor that morning.
I wish it had stopped there, but he just "love" me too much. He was quiet for a few weeks, but I still could feel him around. He came back and would begin to move my bed and to say my bed was heavy and takes one full-grown person to make the mattress move. Waking me up by hitting the masters. He did this more and more until he was laying next to me, I would know this because it would super cold even if I had 50 blankets over me and from the imprint of a body. I told him one summer night that, "I'm not yours," the whole room went cool, I could see my breath. I could feel his anger. Hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me near the end of my bed and my legs were separated. I move quickly back to the top of the bed. I tried screaming but no noise came out. It pulled me again and I felt pressure on my body, and I fought back to no prevail. My clothes moved in a way as if someone was undressing me. I could feel nails moving on my stomach, I quietly said, "I'm not yours," but in my head, I screamed it. He got angrier and the hands moved to my throat. My bed shook up and down, I struggled to breathe. I used the last of my breath and said, "go away." Everything froze and then it was calm. For the rest of the time in that house, he still messed with me and I still had nightmares. I was happy as we moved but as we drove away he was in my window.
I get this sounds crazy or just made up, and I get that. It happened to me and you weren't there to see it so it is easily past off by non-believers. This is the only time I will ever tell the whole story truthfully. I thank you for reading.
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