I've heard countless stories of monsters that eat or
scare naughty children, but never monsters that torment
mean teenagers (by the way I said that because I was 16 years
old when I experienced this).
I lived a life of boredom, which means no paranormal
experiences, well until that day at least.
Last year a water pipe broke that left the barangay
(small town) I lived in dry. There was no water for three
days! I became itchy and dirty for I didn't bathe for three
days straight and my brother got to the bath water first
and used it all up! I was fed up with the situation and
screamed "Ooh great! What we need now is no electricity to
match the drought!!" When I said that, a chill ran up my
spine that told me:"You'll regret the day you said that."
That night I was left home alone. I relaxed and watched
T.V., then the lights went out. At first, I wasn't so
scared, because I can hear the obnoxious street sounds
outside, but after a while it was replaced by silence. I
started to shiver a little and gave a thought to the sudden
black out. All of a sudden, I heard IT, strange noises in the
direction I'm facing. It seems to come from the floor and
the ceiling. My room is almost empty, so it would be easy
for IT to get me. I reached for the flashlight somewhere on
the small table in front of me. I nearly dropped it after
hitting the mug beside it. I turned it on, but it gave a
faint flickering light. I suddenly felt something as in
SOMETHING in front of me, it was too dark to see anything. I
ran towards the door and hit the flashlight against my palm
to make the light brighter (don't ask me why, it was
instinctive). I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I
stood in front of the sink and looked out the window,
nothing, it was so dark I can't even see my dog and the
screen blocks the flashlight. I scanned the kitchen and saw
the shadows of ordinary objects get distorted. I stopped
waving the flashlight, because I was scared to see the
weird shadows. I held the flashlight still, and guess what
happened?. The perfect circle of light that the flashlight
emits is no longer a circle. It looks as if clawed hands
are blocking the flashlight's light. I stared at the light
and watched it shrink. I felt doomed and prayed and prayed
and prayed. I was about to cry (how embarassing!) when the
lights are back again! I was overjoyed and went back
upstairs without a care.
I learned my lesson that night, but I never told anyone
this story until the family Doberman acted strangely, which
made my mom ask me what could made it do that.
Contact me here: dwarfbunny2000@yahoo.com
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