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| From digplanet.com |
This is a story I wish was
just something I imagined. But as much as it was chilling, it was real.
It was about 2 o’clock in
the morning and I couldn’t sleep. All was silent. The lights in the house were turned
off and everyone was asleep. I went downstairs to keep myself preoccupied. Hours
after, as I was back inside my room, I noticed that oddly enough, the fan was
open, contrary to me turning it off before I left.
As I laid on my bed and
settled in, I couldn’t shake off this bad feeling seeping in my chest. I
involuntarily scanned the room and noticed a figure standing several steps away
from my bed. Faintly illuminated by the light shining through my bedroom
window, I stared at the faceless woman in the white dress, whose hair was jet
black, stiff and long.
My body immediately froze. Everything
was then eerily silent and the air turned stiff, like all the particles in the
air suddenly vanished. Something prickled my skin, and I felt like I was robbed
of breath.
I shut my eyes, feeling my
heart suddenly pounding through my chest and goose bumps engulfing me. I heard
myself say, “Our Father in heaven, holy be thy name… Please give her peace.
Lord, please make her go away.” over and over again. I couldn’t open my eyes,
for fear that she was still there, possibly inches away from my face, and I
couldn’t turn around and find a more comfortable position, for fear that she
was beside me.
I kept counting the seconds
until I finally opened my eyes. She was gone.
I jerked and stared into the
darkness. I continued to breathe heavily as I mustered enough strength to rush
to my sister’s bed and lay next to her. Shaking uncontrollably, with tears forming
in my eyes, I told her what I saw.
Although my back was soothed
and my mouth was hydrated with a glass of lukewarm water, I kept shivering. My
eyes were wide open for fear that she would come back. Every sound I heard –
the thud of the bedside drawer, the rustling of the leaves and the clattering
of the pots and pans in the kitchen – frightened me.
“Please don’t make her come
back. Please don’t make her come back,” I mustered to myself.
Paranoia took a hold of me
as I continued to survey the room and constantly stare at the vacant corner
where she stood, before I finally drifted off to sleep.
She wasn’t anything close to
a shadow or floating, transparent entity. She was real, like a body I could
touch. I was sure it wasn’t someone I knew, or someone I’ve lost.
Seeing her and her figure
etched in my memory will make me think of creatures that roam and choose their
victims, possibly anyone different enough to see things, or anyone who would
coincidentally be awake at such an inconvenient hour.
