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I don't like to use that word, but it's the only term that I can use where we all seem to understand what I am talking about.
I wanted to relate an event that occurred in my own life when I was very young. I was in the 1st or 2nd grade of elementary school so I was maybe about 7 or 8. I don't know what it was that I saw, or experienced, but I wanted to share with you guys for insight.
In the house that my family lived in at the time there were 3 bedrooms. Despite this, no one ever used the third bedroom because we all thought there was something odd about it. Sometimes we thought we felt or heard things in there, but since we were kids I can't rule out imagination. However even though we (my siblings and I) were kids, my parents too were put off by that room. As a result no one ever slept or claimed that room as their own.
Because of that, I slept on the couch in the living room, and my siblings did as well.
One night when I was sleeping on the couch, I woke up in the middle of the night. On the couch that I slept on there was a bookshelf directly in front of it about 8 feet away. As I woke up I noticed a young girl running her hand across the top of the bookshelf as if searching for books. The shelfs were empty aside from a few a decorative items my mother placed there.
The young girl had her back turned towards me so I couldn't see her face. Even though she was bluish and white, I thought it was my older sister acting weird in the middle of the night, and the moon light merely colored her that way.
So weirded out, I call out my sisters name, and ask her what she's doing. Suddenly the young girl turns around and looks directly at me, and I can immediately recognize that it was not my sister. It was somebody that I did not recognize at all.
As she looks at me it was as if someone started erasing her. From her feet to her head she started to slowly but steadily vanish.
Obviously I was scared, so I covered myself in my blanket and started praying for protection.
Over time I moved past that event and left it out of my mind. However, the strange thing is I don't believe in ghosts. As an adult I look back on that now and wonder if maybe I was hallucinating.
At the same time because I was able to move and talk, and the way the "thing" responded to my words I am not sure what to think of it.
I still remember it vividly, and I plan on sketching out what I saw now that the memory has been on my mind lately.
update: Pics
Here is the top view showing the layout of the room:
Here is my first person perspective of what I saw, before the thing turned around and looked at me:
I wanted to relate an event that occurred in my own life when I was very young. I was in the 1st or 2nd grade of elementary school so I was maybe about 7 or 8. I don't know what it was that I saw, or experienced, but I wanted to share with you guys for insight.
In the house that my family lived in at the time there were 3 bedrooms. Despite this, no one ever used the third bedroom because we all thought there was something odd about it. Sometimes we thought we felt or heard things in there, but since we were kids I can't rule out imagination. However even though we (my siblings and I) were kids, my parents too were put off by that room. As a result no one ever slept or claimed that room as their own.
Because of that, I slept on the couch in the living room, and my siblings did as well.
One night when I was sleeping on the couch, I woke up in the middle of the night. On the couch that I slept on there was a bookshelf directly in front of it about 8 feet away. As I woke up I noticed a young girl running her hand across the top of the bookshelf as if searching for books. The shelfs were empty aside from a few a decorative items my mother placed there.
The young girl had her back turned towards me so I couldn't see her face. Even though she was bluish and white, I thought it was my older sister acting weird in the middle of the night, and the moon light merely colored her that way.
So weirded out, I call out my sisters name, and ask her what she's doing. Suddenly the young girl turns around and looks directly at me, and I can immediately recognize that it was not my sister. It was somebody that I did not recognize at all.
As she looks at me it was as if someone started erasing her. From her feet to her head she started to slowly but steadily vanish.
Obviously I was scared, so I covered myself in my blanket and started praying for protection.
Over time I moved past that event and left it out of my mind. However, the strange thing is I don't believe in ghosts. As an adult I look back on that now and wonder if maybe I was hallucinating.
At the same time because I was able to move and talk, and the way the "thing" responded to my words I am not sure what to think of it.
I still remember it vividly, and I plan on sketching out what I saw now that the memory has been on my mind lately.
update: Pics
Here is the top view showing the layout of the room:
Here is my first person perspective of what I saw, before the thing turned around and looked at me:
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