First a little background information. My name is Kendall Adams, I'm 17. My Parents split up when I was a baby and my grandmother (Dad's Mom) Adopted me. When I was young, I had paranormal feelings right away. I would have this feeling of déjà vu or of being watched. I could often look at something or someone and instantaneously know something bad was going to happen to them soon. As I got older my feelings grew stronger. Now It's to the point that I can actually see in my mind what's happening to that person. I have even saved someone's life before. OK so now on the story.
It was the summer of 1998. I was in Arkansas visiting my mother for that summer. I had a boyfriend at the time, and we got along great, we had no problems. He was sweet and we were in puppy love. Sometimes he would stay the night, because it would be just me and my mother and 11 year old brother, when my stepfather would leave for work around 11:30P.M. He was there to protects us I suppose. One night I went to bed unusually early, around 9:00 P.M. (Robert, my boyfriend wasn't there that night). I tossed and turned in my sleep, I could feel myself burning up. It was so hot. I shot out of bed at 1:30 in the morning, and the only reason I know is I looked over at the clock. My throat was aching, it felt like I had somehow taken a lighter and scorched my throat. I decided to get up and get a drink of water. I looked over next to my bed and my brother was asleep. (We lived in a two bedroom trailer so we shared a room while my parents got the other room.) I crawled out of bed, my feet jumped at the cold floor, finally I got up, and walked around my door to the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks. It was pitch black. It was NEVER pitch black. Mom always left a night light on for us kids. It took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the light again, and when I did, I looked at the couch and nearly fainted (Or died of a heart attack I thought).
There was a man, young looking, thin and tall I think, sitting on the couch just smoking a cigarette. Wearing all black, from his shoes up to his black baseball cap he was outlined in a bluish glow, (think Casper, but black not white) and staring at the kitchen, as if waiting for me. I backed up scared...and slammed right into the bookcase hurting my back and knocking things over. All the while, he was slowly turning his head towards me. When our 'eyes' met, I screamed and ran back to bed, crawled under the covers and promised myself it was just a dream. By this time I was beyond hysterical.
After a few minutes, I calmed down, pinched myself, figured out I was awake, and I was O.K. I cautiously lowered the blanket from off my face, and there he was. Well, his head anyway. It was floating right above my bed at the foot of my bed. He wasn't wearing his cap this time but he WAS screaming but I couldn't hear him. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see this. I opened them again, he was closer. This time I could faintly hear his muffled cries. I closed my eyes once more, curious as to what might happen, and I opened them. We, he and I, were nose to nose.
He was burning in a pit of fire and screaming for help. It took a few moments to catch on and I screamed bloody murder. My Mom came crashing in the room wondering what was wrong with me. I told her and she convinced me it was just a bad dream. I went back to sleep.
A few days later, laying there in bed kissing Robert, my mind had totally washed itself from my experience a few days before. It was morning, and I had grown accustom to Robert waking me up with a kiss. My Step-Dad was at work still, and my Mother was on-line, my little brother had been dozing in the bed next to me since I woke up. I have no explanation for what happened next. Robert told me he was going to go in the living room so I could dress for the day. I kissed him. I loved to kiss him so naturally, being 15, one kiss led into an entire make-out session. Out of nowhere I heard, "ROBERT STOP!" I looked at Robert, thinking it was him, it was a mans voice and he was the only man in the house. But then I thought, he was kissing me, how could he have said that? He didn't. He heard it to and we both looked at each other, got up and ran. I refused to go back in the house until he went in to check and see who was there. No one was.
Since then "he" has thrown books at both me and Robert. One night, not long after I came home to Texas, I went on a date. I had a pretty bad time, and this guy was trying to guilt me into some things I didn't even know existed. I felt really uneasy and someone grabbed my hand. I looked over, no one was there. But the room started to give a faint green glow. CD's went flying all over the place when the guy held me down on his bed. One striking him on his shoulder. I just laughed. I don't know why but I did. I asked him to take me home, and he called me a freak. Obviously scared now though, he did as I asked. And I returned home safe that night.
There have been many more occurrences such as this, but My story has been too long already.
Thank you for reading!