I couldn't say that I didn't believe in supernatural occurrences. Or even that I was sceptic. But I usually need
some kind of evidence when people claim to have seen some
otherworldly activity. So when my friends or family would start talking about legends about ghosts and demons, or
even their own experiences with strange occurrences, I'd sit back and listen to them without comment, not thinking that
they are lying, just that a piece of evidence wouldn't go astray when they were trying to convince me that these
things really happened.
Then one day a couple of years ago, I decided that seeing
was believing. This only came about when I saw something
the night before when I was half asleep which I couldn't
prove existed, and there was no evidence of it in the
morning. Like I said, I was half asleep, but I know it
happened.
I could feel something near me one night, and the feeling
slowly woke me. In front of me, just floating in the air
was a little girl. Whitish grey and translucent. She
didn't try to hurt me or anything, just floated there cross
legged and smiling. She was about 8 years old, and wearing
a dress. She had long dark hair.
Under normal circumstances, I would have said she was a cute little
thing. She wasn't to me that night. That night she scared
the hell out of me. It had never happened to me before. It
scared me even more. I'd been scared, but not that scared.
I can't remember what happened to me after that, just
waking up the next morning, remembering what had happened.
It could have been a dream. Maybe. It's one explanation. I
just know that when we moved out of the house at the end of
last year, I felt really relieved.
My bedroom had never felt the same after that night: I had
a hard time falling asleep some nights; Some nights I'd see
weird shadows on my walls. An eerie feeling had settled
around my room. It was like I was being watched or
something. It wasn't there all the time. When it was there
though, I knew. Sometimes it would be subtle, making the
hair on the back of my neck stand up. Other times it would
be so intense that I had to get out of there.
Since that faithful night two years ago I stopped needing
evidence. I started believing. So I started researching. My
story wasn't the only one like it.
To me, this was proof. This proof was more terrifying than
the incident itself. This meant that it could happen to me
again. And it did.
After that first night, I saw her a few
more times. She didn't really scare me after that, but that
eerie feeling stayed.
Every time the hairs stick up on the back of my neck, or I
get one of those strange feelings like 'someone's walked over
my grave' I gotta wonder if it's only the cold wind that
just blew past, or something else. If you've had one of
those experiences, or just pondering the reasons as to why
you feel so freaked about the cold wind that seemed to pass
through your body, you should know how creepy it feels.
That feeling that gives you the creeps an about being
watched? Might not just be a feeling.
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