This story takes place in the autumn of 2001 when I was 17.
I had lived in this house since I was 7 years old. To
better understand what caused this strange and extremely
eerie manifestation, I will have to briefly summarize my
life and childhood. It is, in my opinion, the seed that led to the growth of something in which to this day causes
me to look over my shoulder each night before drifting off to Neverland.
I can remember that day almost precisely. I was 5 at the
time, and blamed myself for it all. My mother had gone to
work earlier that day, and a blonde lady had come by with
her 2 children. I knew nothing of romance and commitment at
that age, and didn't consider it odd when her youngest
child Lisa ran up to me with the exciting news of, ("Guess
what?" "Guess what?") "What?" ("My mommy and your daddy
were kissing!") I am somewhat ashamed to say we both
giggled a bit.
Lisa (also 5, the same age as I) made this out to seem as
something big, great and exciting! It's no wonder then,
that when my mother had returned from work I simply had to
let her in on this huge and exciting thing. My mother hit
the roof! "He what....?!!!" I then remember my father
shouting so that I felt like a little breakable statue, too
afraid to breathe. I felt it was my fault, that blame was
placed on me for something I had no idea had been
Needless to say, we moved away from him into a tiny trailer
park, just my mother and I all on our own. I often threw
tantrums, wondering why I couldn't see my father, and cried
alot. I remember becoming very quiet after this, very
pained within my soul.
My mother eventually met someone new who provided a better
home for us with more stability, but inside I remained the
As I grew older with these things I never bothered to
process, I also grew to be bullied. My teenage years were
rough. I drank until numbed, and always searched for love,
while always feeling very unloved and somewhat martyred. I
trusted people, and was continuously being walked upon. I
felt that at the age of 17 my dignity was destroyed, and
that in truth maybe love is only a fairy tale, and that is
when it happened!
I had been feeling especially off balance that week. My
mother and I were having communication breakdowns, and
everything was just wrong. It began with these extremely
vivid nightmares of these dark, hovering, evil creatures
with no discernable faces to make out. In these dreams, they
would hover around hospital beds of a dying victim, or I
would wake up feeling smothered by one. The only way to
describe them is to say that they were grim reapers.
Shadows without faces, masked in gloom, they would terrify
me in my subconscious, (the dream state). I had never had
dreams that were so vivid and reacurring. They finally came
to an end one night when as I lay in the dream state, they
circled around me, tearing, clawing and trying to steal
away my breath.
I awoke in a cold sweat, catching my breath, feeling the
comfort of my sheets. And, as I looked ahead, there was one
hovering in front of my closet doors! I again started
feeling as if I couldn't breathe. I thought that it would
vanish by rubbing my eyes, but when it didn't I became
panic stricken. I wanted to scream. I could feel myself
screaming inside. The last thing that I remember was this
dark figure stretching out his arms as if to say, "Come
It felt like forever, but eventually I got to my feet and
ran, making tracks out of my room. After having rubbed my
eyes twice, I know for a fact that this was not a dream.
You can question my sanity, fine by me. Yet, I know and you
don't! I was there.
I still glance over my shoulder every
night, but haven't seen it since.
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