Shadow of the Wraith
Rob, MI, USA
When I was 14, I was diagnosed with an intercranial tumor, known medically as an angiofibroma. During my stay in the hospital, I often asked myself, "why did this happen to me?" or "Will this kill me?" It wasn't very fun The surgery passed and I recovered well, with the occasional stuffy nose or headache. Well, before my surgery I had never had a paranormal experience, or even thought of having one, but ever since, I have been plagued with nightmarish occurrences and strange noises alike.
The night everything began was a night like any other. I was in a deep sleep and was suddenly awoken by the sound of a person clapping. I looked at the clock before looking at anything else. It was sometime around 2:30. Anyways, I peered into the pitch black of my room, and saw a figure. It was a tall woman. She was pacing back and forth and clapping! I screamed loudly as I reached for the lamp, and when I turned it on, she disappeared. Now, my house has no history of haunting, or anything like that. I went to the town hall and even researched it. Then, about a month or so later, something even worse happened.
It was around 4 in the morning, about 3 hours or so before school started. I was awake, and then I heard a sound like a large animal or something screaming outside my bedroom window. It sounded very similar to the Tasmanian devil on the cartoons. I could not move I was so scared. I was paralyzed with fear. The second the screaming ended I leaped from my bed, down the hall, and to my parents room where I woke my mom up. She said I was too old for this stuff to be happening, and I wholeheartedly agreed with her. I told her straightforwardly that I was not imagining these things.
And so, with my mother up, the dog was sure to follow. My mom let my dog out. About five minutes after she let the dog out, it came running back inside as if it was scared of something. I pointed this out to my mother. "Mom, I'm telling you the truth! I heard something and the dog proves it." She, predictably rolled her eyes dryly. I never told her anything else that has happened or what I thought happened to me.
Sometimes I ask myself questions like "Am I hallucinating these things?" "Am I going insane?" "Are the plates in my head affecting my eyes" I suppose I'll never really know, but the tumor doesn't explain the dog!