I managed to survive, but he wasn't so lucky. Before he died, he handed me a small silver drama ring, which I
always wore. On the 10th year anniversary of being cured, I was laying down to sleep and heard a small voice in my
ear. "Even though you can't see me, I am always with you, and even though you can't feel me, I always hold you." Tears
came to my eyes as I realized who it was and asked "Even though you aren't alive, do you still love me?"
His one response was a touch of the hand.
The next morning, when I was leaving for school, I found the ring, which I had lost a year before, laying on my backpack and I knew he still loved me.
This is the scariest thing that every happened to me, and
it seems freaky things always happen to me.
I was laying in my room around midnight one night,
finishing up my homework. I had the music going, my cat
sitting on my lap and just trying to concentrate on the
work ahead of me. All of a sudden, my cat stood up and
started hissing. My dog was sitting on the floor and she
started whining. I looked up to see nothing there. I told
them to be quiet so I could finish.
Finally I finished my work and went to lay down in bed.
When I went to turn off my light...it turned off before I
could reach it. I got a little scared at this, but hey,
I'm a big girl, I can handle it. So I settled back in my
bed to sleep when I heard music. And not the music that I
listen to, or even my parents listen to. It was older,
really old. I sat up in bed and looked around.
Then I saw it. A guy standing in my door way. I wouldn't
have freaked, except, he had no eyes. None! He started to
walk towards me with this weird grin on his face. I
scooted back in my bed and tried whispering a prayer, but
it didn't seem to stop him.
As he walked forward, I noticed something else, his head
was wobbling on his neck, or, upon closer inspection, what
remained of his neck...HIS HEAD HAD BEEN CUT OFF! I lost
it then. I ran out of my room and went into my living
room. I took a few deep breaths and then looked back down
the hall. He wasn't there. When I went back to my room,
the only thing that remained of him was a cold hand print
on my mirror.
I wondered, was he telling me something, or was he just
trying to scare me. Every time I've told someone the story,
they said I was dreaming. Except, he still comes back. I
sit outside in the morning to wait for my bus, and he
stands behind a shed in the yard. My dog can see him, and
she's scared of him.
I have never met an evil presence, but I think that I
finally have. He is the most evil thing I have ever seen.
And maybe, just maybe, after telling this story, he'll
leave. I can only hope...
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Submitted From: Michelle Jacks, TX, USA
