when i was four i had a very scary experience. we lived in a very old house, i think it was about 100 yrs old at the time, or close to it, and I woke up in the middle of the night (2 AM ish) because I heard something downstairs. The silverware was rattling in the drawers in the kitchen and it went on for a very long time. I just figured it was my parents, but i was terrified. I looked up and saw a head poke in my room so I screamed and my parents came in and there was nothing. They calmed me down, shut the lights out, and told me to go back to sleep....right. I layed there wide awake and then heard someone calling my name in a low whisper. Now totally terrified, i screamed like a crazy person. My parents were pissed because there was nothing there. I slept in their room that night.
All the rest of the time after that night, after the lights went out, there was a dark shadow (a black mass more like) that sat on my toybox in the corner. It wasn't a shadow, it was someone. I always had the feeling of being watched over from that night on in the house by the dark mass. I called it Blackie, of all the ridiculous things. I used to have conversations with it. Thinking back, it was freaky as hell, but i felt safe with Blackie there. When i finally said good night to him (I assume it was a him) i slept totally under my covers.
I often heard the silverware rattling late at night, but felt safer knowing that whatever was in my room was keeping me safe. It just had that feeling.
Even after we moved, I slept with my head under the covers for years, pretty much until i got married and moved out.
While a terrifying experience, it did make me believe in ghosts, and guardian angels. I still wonder if I was crazy and it was all in my head, but what I experienced was very real.
great, now i'm all freaked out and it's 12:30 AM...super.
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It was like that when I got here....I swear.
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