They used to live in a small little ancient house in the middle of nowhere Wyoming, and whenever me and my twin sister would visit as kids, we would have to stay in the guest room. It was a small and dusty thing, consisting only of a bed and a dresser with a mirror facing it. One night, when my sister was asleep, I awoke needing to go to the bathroom. However, I couldn’t find the courage to get up, as in the mirror across from me, I could see a shadowed figure standing beside my sister. I was frozen in place, keeping my eyes glued to the mirror until I saw it walk out through the door. My sister wouldn’t wake up when I tried to shake her awake, so I sat sleepless and frightened the rest of the night. In the morning, when pestered, my grandma told me that her father —my great grandpa— and others had passed away on that bed.
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I was taking flowers to my friends grave a few years ago.
I put the flowers on the grave, said a prayer, nothing unusual from what I normally do. I walked back home, past the school in the sunshine, thinking about him and what his post secondary choice would have been.He died just before his tenth birthday, having suffered leukemia since he was three. Every year, I take flowers to his grave on the day he died. I was 16 when this happened, so he would have been in his last year of school with me.
I then felt a small fist clutch the bottom of my school shirt and tug it several times. My shirt was tucked it and couldn’t have got snagged. It was literally as if a child had run up behind me and grabbed my shirt and yanked it for my attention. I spun around, no-one was there.
I’ve always believed he was thanking me for the flowers.
A childhood friend of mine always comes into my dreams,
we grew apart in high school, and senior year he took his life. He is always alive and happy in my dreams and I can never pinpoint why it seems weird that he is there. The scary thing is that these dreams with him are a relieving break from the constant night terrors I have.
One time a few of my friends were spending the night.
I was laying on the couch watching tv. I blinked, and when my eyes opened there was this completely white woman in her sixties sitting on my lap. She pressed her hand down on my stomach, and I felt it. She just kept looking at me.. I blinked again and she was gone. My friends thought I was psycho.
I’m going to college very close to where a lot of my ancestors lived.
One night I was laying on my stomach while using my computer. My door was locked. Suddenly my entire back contracted, as if someone were standing behind me. Then I felt a hand, very gently, brush down the back of my head. No one was in my room with me. I think someone was just making sure I was okay…
When I was 13 I was home alone after school.
Suddenly my brother, who was 18 and even very protective of me, ran into the room with a baseball bat. When he saw me he ran over and picked me up and hugged me close. He was shaking. When I asked what was wrong, he told me he had come home and looked in the window and saw a dark figure coming after me, and that I had been screaming his name and begging for him to help me. I had been asleep for the last hour. I slept in his room for a week after that.
Me and my friend were making ourselves faint, by hyperventilating, yeah I know it’s dumb but whatever.
She passed out and her little brother jumped on her and giggled, 40 seconds or so later she woke up, her face was white and her eyes seemed red, threw her brother into a wall, sat up and pushed me over, I fell into her computer, it broke. I asked her what she was doing and she said “Everything will be alright, I’m fine, It’s ok, tell me everything you-” then she passed out again.
When I was little I used to have a recurring dream about a boy a couple years older than me.
We would laugh and play - he was a great friend, but I had no idea who he was. When I got older, my mom told me she had miscarried two years before I was born. A little boy. I got to meet my older brother :)
I was taking a bath when I heard my sister of 11 years old entering home.
She knocked the door and she told me that she was very very sorry, she was crying and I didn’t understand why. I told her to hold on and I heard her hands scratching the door. I was worried about her so I hurried but when I got out she was gone. Sis? -i said- what’s going on? did someone hurt you?. Then I just heard her coming; she wasn’t at home yet.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
