Maybeitsme
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Id like to share something that happened to me when I was just 5 years old (20 years ago) with anyone that wants to read this. I havent shared this with many people in my life because, I admit, its very hard to believe. This is all from my own point of view and I was actually there. The only 3rd person views I will use is my own Fathers.
Im not particularly faithful towards a certain religion. And I wasnt raised around any certain one. I wouldnt say " I dont believe", but thats a whole different can of worms that I dont want to open right now.
I first remember all this when My dad took me out trick or treating on Halloween. I wasnt much for candy, never was, so he took me to the nearest Pizza Hut to calm me down. I can remember crying because i hated walking around with zombies and ghosts everywhere i looked.
After walking up to the counter we stood there for a minute. There was no customers at the tables and we couldnt see any of the people working, so we waited. Suddenly, while i was standing at the counter waiting, a employee popped up with a scary mask on. One of those Micheal Myers type masks. I screamed so loud the women wearing the mask ripped it off her face, and cried because I was so upset. I dont remember much right after that.
Right now it isnt very interesting but bear with me, youll understand soon.
I want to say it was about a week after that when things got strange. Very strange.
While I was sleeping in my bed one night, I heard a loud scream coming from my dad in his bedroom. It sounded like a mountain lion, if youve ever heard one. I ran to my dads room like i was going to save him from something. This was the point I can remember in my life when I became courageous, and I really dont know why. Im still very courageous compared to most people.
When I got to the door and opened it, the screaming stopped as soon as the the door opened. It was pitch black so I turn the light on while looking towards his bed. When the light came on, I saw him fall on the table next to his bed. Like he had been floating in mid air in a lying down position. I didnt scream or make a sound. My step mother, at the time, woke up as soon as she heard him fall and the table breaking. She jumped from a dead sleep and immediately looked at him on the ground. I could see him from the doorway.
She screamed "Help!" while looking at me in the scariest expression I have every seen on someone. Like she was more than scared, completely terrified. When I got to where i was able to see him, he was shaking his head and getting up. He didnt say a thing or make any kind of facial expression. Just stood up and looked at me.
He said " im okay, go back to bed". He sounded different though. He even looked a little different, I hadnt noticed it though. I went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, my step mother was already siting in my room. My dad had already gone to work. I can remember her looking at me and saying something about she saw his neck broke. she still looked scared.
This is the part that most people start to doubt any of this happening at all. I even doubt it sometimes. Unfortunately its burnt in my memory and scared in my fathers flesh. Now Im going to take it to his point of view. I cant say this exactly the same as his story. Its whats hes told me since this all happened.
He said he was dreaming he was in a jungle. There were deep drums banging a scary beat in the background. He said the beat made it seem like something was after him. Or he was being hunted by some sorts of animal. The sound got closer and closer. Suddenly and violently he was shot straight up into the air. He somehow ended up in a cage, where he could see darkness through a window and fire all around the cage. The fire got hotter and hotter so he was trying to bust the glass window to get out. When he was beating on it, it suddenly lit up. He said he could see everything that had happened when I walked into his room. He saw himself fall and my step mother screaming. He said it was like the window was the heat register in the base boards. Like his nose was in line with the floor of the bed room.
More to come. gotta rest my fingers. Someone please comment?
Im not particularly faithful towards a certain religion. And I wasnt raised around any certain one. I wouldnt say " I dont believe", but thats a whole different can of worms that I dont want to open right now.
I first remember all this when My dad took me out trick or treating on Halloween. I wasnt much for candy, never was, so he took me to the nearest Pizza Hut to calm me down. I can remember crying because i hated walking around with zombies and ghosts everywhere i looked.
After walking up to the counter we stood there for a minute. There was no customers at the tables and we couldnt see any of the people working, so we waited. Suddenly, while i was standing at the counter waiting, a employee popped up with a scary mask on. One of those Micheal Myers type masks. I screamed so loud the women wearing the mask ripped it off her face, and cried because I was so upset. I dont remember much right after that.
Right now it isnt very interesting but bear with me, youll understand soon.
I want to say it was about a week after that when things got strange. Very strange.
While I was sleeping in my bed one night, I heard a loud scream coming from my dad in his bedroom. It sounded like a mountain lion, if youve ever heard one. I ran to my dads room like i was going to save him from something. This was the point I can remember in my life when I became courageous, and I really dont know why. Im still very courageous compared to most people.
When I got to the door and opened it, the screaming stopped as soon as the the door opened. It was pitch black so I turn the light on while looking towards his bed. When the light came on, I saw him fall on the table next to his bed. Like he had been floating in mid air in a lying down position. I didnt scream or make a sound. My step mother, at the time, woke up as soon as she heard him fall and the table breaking. She jumped from a dead sleep and immediately looked at him on the ground. I could see him from the doorway.
She screamed "Help!" while looking at me in the scariest expression I have every seen on someone. Like she was more than scared, completely terrified. When I got to where i was able to see him, he was shaking his head and getting up. He didnt say a thing or make any kind of facial expression. Just stood up and looked at me.
He said " im okay, go back to bed". He sounded different though. He even looked a little different, I hadnt noticed it though. I went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, my step mother was already siting in my room. My dad had already gone to work. I can remember her looking at me and saying something about she saw his neck broke. she still looked scared.
This is the part that most people start to doubt any of this happening at all. I even doubt it sometimes. Unfortunately its burnt in my memory and scared in my fathers flesh. Now Im going to take it to his point of view. I cant say this exactly the same as his story. Its whats hes told me since this all happened.
He said he was dreaming he was in a jungle. There were deep drums banging a scary beat in the background. He said the beat made it seem like something was after him. Or he was being hunted by some sorts of animal. The sound got closer and closer. Suddenly and violently he was shot straight up into the air. He somehow ended up in a cage, where he could see darkness through a window and fire all around the cage. The fire got hotter and hotter so he was trying to bust the glass window to get out. When he was beating on it, it suddenly lit up. He said he could see everything that had happened when I walked into his room. He saw himself fall and my step mother screaming. He said it was like the window was the heat register in the base boards. Like his nose was in line with the floor of the bed room.
More to come. gotta rest my fingers. Someone please comment?