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When I was about 10 years old, I use to have these horrible nightmares about a teenage boy. He
looked to range between 15 and 17. The dreams were horrible. I remember it was always the same.
The boy was sitting quietly in his room and then he jumped up looking around for no reason. He
would go down a long hall to another bedroom. The room would always be dark and he would walk in
and flick on the light. There were to people in the bed, I'm guessing his mother and father, and
they would be dead. There was blood all over the sheets and the boy would run into the kitchen and
start to cry. Then in my dream he would take a knife and slit each one of his wrists. After that
I would always wake up crying. It has been about five years, I still have the dreams once in a while but they don't seem to bother me as much anymore. But I think it was about 7 or 8 months ago when it all started to
scare me a bit more.
I had a really close friend named Eli. He was the coolest guy you have ever met. He didn't have
any friends but me and when I talked to my other friends about him they had never heard or seen of
him. I just thought, oh well, so he's not really popular.
My friend Mandy and I, were just hanging out one night at my house since my parents weren't home.
We thought it would be pretty cool to play with the Ouija Board I found in our attic earlier that
day. Mandy and I sat it up in my room, we had the 3 white candles and the incense. It started out
alright, we thought we found a spirt and we were having fun. I remember the first question I asked
was, "What is your name?" Then it would spell out "E-L-I." I thought it was pretty neat, talking to
someone with the same name as my best friend. Then Mandy asked it a question. "How old are
you?" It went to the two numbers "1 and 5." At this point it was a little weird since Eli, was
also,15. Then I asked it another question. "How did you die?" For a few minutes it got really
quiet. Then the candles blew out and it got really cold in my room. It was so cold that we
were getting chill bumps across our bodies. Then I felt a presence in my room. And it was not
Mandy! Mandy and I moved away from the board and sat close together on the bed. The Ouija Board
flew off my bed and into the wall. We both screamed. I felt something take my hand and help
me stand up on the ground. Mandy started to cry. I felt a cold spot against my cheek as if someone
had just kissed me. I felt the presence wrap around my body and embrace me. But for some
reason I wasn't afraid. I started to fall asleep.
I had the same dream once more. I awoke the next day and Mandy and I did not
discuss what had happened the night before. Later that afternoon, I decided to call Eli and
tell him what had happened. For some strange reason, no one answered the phone. I decided to
walk over to his house. Eli lived in this huge, old house, but it was beautiful from outside. I
had never been inside, so I never even had a chance to see what a true beauty it was. When I
arrived, the house looked deserted as if no one had lived there for years. I thought this particularly strange since Eli's mom was such a perfectionist, or so he told me because I had never met his parents. The yard had always been clean before and now, the lawn need mowed, the house needed painted, the windows needed
replaced, everything was such a mess when just a few days earlier it was a dream house. I knocked quietly on the door and no one answered. I rang the door bell and still no answer. I was starting to get worried. I stood there for a little bit and thought to myself, "This would be a good chance to see what the
inside looks like anyway." I always wondered why Eli insisted on coming over to my house. I slowly
turned the knob and amazingly the door was unlocked. I walked into a room that looked to be
a den. The furniture was covered in white sheets. I walked a bit further and I came to the
staircase. It was huge! A large spiral staircase leading up. I decided I would head up there after
I checked out the lower part of the house. I approached the dining room. There was no table
and the chandelier need replacing. I walked passed that into the kitchen and looked around.
For some reason this room looked quite familiar to me. I walked around. A beautiful old china
cabinet sat against the north wall and the fridge, stove, sink, and counter seemed to sit on the
east, west, and south walls. I looked into one of the old wooden cabinets to see if there was any
food. To my surprise, there was nothing. I walked over by the sink which I knew looked particularly
familiar. I looked beside the sink on the counter and there it was, I knew why this spot looked so
familiar now. There was a huge blood stain on the white counter top. My eyes grew big as apples and
I knew I had to go upstairs. I ran up to the very top as fast as I could. I came to about 10 different doors. I went towards the very last one on the right. My body seemed to be pushing me towards it. As I grew closer to it
I became very cold. I felt another presence with me. The same one from the night before. But I
went ahead into the room. I looked about and I knew it was the room from my dreams. I saw two pictures on the nightstand beside the bed. One was in a frame and the other was lying face up. The picture in the frame was of a boy, a woman, and a man. The boy I recognized was Eli, and the same boy from my
dreams. The other one was a picture of me. But I remembered the picture when it was taken. Eli was
with me, but he didn't show up in the picture. I seemed to feel safe in the room though, I
wasn't quite sure why, but now I knew the reason why Eli didn't want me in his house and why no
one else seemed to pay much attention to him. I went to the library later that week and looked
in some old newspapers. Then I found what I was looking for. On the front page it read, "Family
of Three Dead." "The Adams, John, Lily, and Eli, were found dead in their house on January 13,
1964. The two parents, John, 38, and Lily, 35, were found murdered in their beds and their son,
Eli, 15, was found in the kitchen dead from a thought of suicide...slicing of the wrists." It
went in and told more detail on who the killer was and how we was sentenced to death, but I began
to think about Eli and I wonder why I was the only one who could see him. I guess I'll never
know.
I never saw Eli for myself again, but I knew he
was with me.
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Submitted From: Florida, USA
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