HE NEVER GOT MY MUM BUT ALMOST GOT ME This all happened about 3 years ago and to this day i was to shocked and disturbed to tell someone about it. Reading the stories here have helped me understand that I can talk about it. It was July 12th in the year 1999 and I was walking home from school, when I felt a really strange presence drawing close behind me. I turned, but saw nothing. I dismissed it but it happened the next day and the next. I was getting really scared by this and often felt the urge to run or to do something terrible, such as throw myself into the road, or smash a bottle on the ground and carry it with me. I never told my mother about this as I was worried that she would think me insane. The next day, I went over to a friends house and didn't leave her house till at least 10, meaning it was dark. This made things worse. The place was deserted, because everyone was inside watching a football match or something, all I know was that I was realy worried. I started walking home and I felt cold. This was the first thing that was weird and it was an absolutely boiling hot day and it was the hottest night of the year. I was walking along and this time I actually felt something pressing into the back of my neck. I froze, hoping that my imagination was playing tricks on me. I stood deathly still for at least 10 minutes, hardly daring to breathe. That was when I felt the "thing" or whatever it was that was behind me saying my name. It hissed it and said it with such hatred it shook my soul. I felt the pressure subside and that was when I saw "it." It was transparent, but it had piercing red eyes and I felt sick to my stomach to see it. It was hideous. I realised that it had a broken bottle in its hand and that was the pressure I had felt. I broke into a sprint hoping to escape the monster but I fell. The thing caught me and held me down. I saw a grin on its now skeletal face. I screamed and it let me go. After getting my breath back I sat up and saw the thing disappearing across the road. I ran home as soon as I had the energy and told my mum that I had stubbed my toe, hence the reason I had a tearstained face. I went to the library the next day and went to the local history section to see if there was anything that could explain my experience. After an hour or so looking through old papers I found my little breakthrough. Almost 20 years ago, in the very place I was "attacked" a notorious child murderer rampaged the streets. A little girl was supposed to be his newest addition of his killings, which would have made the total 15 at least. The little girl screamed and he let her go, because she cried for her mother and then said that as long as he made it quick she would die happy. Because of this he ran off, possibly not wanting to kill someone that would accept death? I read on and the murderer ran off and was hit by a car. He was killed almost straight away. I read on, trying to find the little girls name and I did . Her name was Andrea. Andrea Thompson..........my mother. I was too shocked to say anything and passed out through worry. I have no doubt that the killer wanted to kill me as revenge. I never walk home that way any more, or at least when I'm on my own. Thanks for reading. WHAT A NICE VISIT Heres some background information I think you shold know: My aunt has the gift of second sight, she can tall to the dead and even has a spirit guide. She can contact people who were murdered and can someimes tell people how, why ,when and where anyone was killed. She is often scared by her power, and tends to go into trances very easily. Anyway, I stayed at my aunts house about 6 months ago and was scared out of my wits at the thought of staying there. You see, every time I stayed, she would go into a trance or freak me out in any way shape or form she could. We did the usual thing by chatting and going shopping in the day but every thing changed in the night. Some friends of hers came over for a few drinks, and one was rather upset, as her husbands father had recently died. My aunt wanted to let Christie* know that her dad was ok so she called upon her spirit guide. A few minutes later, as everyone stood around her with baited breath, her eyesflung open. She hissed and strained, and I realised that something was wrong.I knew, from the pain in her eyes and the thrashing of her body that all was not well and that this was no prank. After a few minutes she stopped and fell to the floor. All of her friends had gathered around her, and I went to grab a cushion to raise her head. As I returned from the front room with the cushion, my aunt was saying that she wanted to see me. I agreed to go and see her and make sure she was ok. She seemed it, but as I embraced her, she felt rigid beneath my touch, and also colder than usual. I thought that it may have been an after affect and in some ways it was. I went to the kitchen to get a well earned drink, when my aunt entered. Until that moment, I felt safe. When I was alone in the kitchen with her, I felt that I was in danger. I felt that my life was at stake, and that my world as crumbling beneath me. She had a cold and menacing look in her eyes, and her hands were balled in to tight fists. I tried to get past her and return to the living room with her friends but she wouldn't let me past. Her eyes looked like they were glowing embers of a fire, and that the fire would soon be relit. I tried in vain to get past her but she was blocking the doorway, and the back door was closed. I was scared and wanted to get the hell out of the now freezing room. My aunt stepped towards me, grabbed the teacloth from the side and cornered me. I had nowhere to go and wished to almighty heaven that I would be safe. I tried to cry out but my throat wouldn't work, and I practically choked on air. My aunt looped the cloth around my neck and pulled tighter and tighter. I realised that she wanted to kill me. But then she spoke. In a male voice. And said that it was my turn to die and that I deserved to die. That I was scum and should be destroyed. Before I passed out, I gathered the little strength I had and pulled the cutlery down to make a noise and attract attention. That was all I could remember. I awoke in hospital and saw my mothers petrified face. My aunt had also been sent to hospital, but I did not know why. My mum said that I was lucky to be alive, and that my aunt was safe and ok. I wondered what the hell she was going on about but then the memories came flooding back. I asked my mum to sleep so I could get my rest. When I awoke again my aunt was looking at me. She had a tear stained face and as soon as I recognised her face, I curled up. I was scared again. My aunt explained that in her trance, instead of her being in touch with the person she intended, she had been possessed by a killer. And that she would never hurt me. She apologised and as I accepted, everything fell into place, the looks, the embrace and the coldness. It was true, she had been possessed. I havent been back to my Aunts since, and she had recently put her house on the market to forget those horrible times. She hardly uses her talent any more, which is a shame, but as long as she feels happy and I'm not in danger we dont mind. And that my friends is everything. It's nice to know that your family's always there isn't it?? * means name has changed. Submitted From: Rebecca Thompson, Lincolnshire, UK