Bad Dream or True Experience
I have had many experiences in my life but I can tell those later. I guess I will start out with the first one and give you some info about myself. My name is Erin and I grew up in Massachusetts. I was very close to my grandmother, as coming from a not so financially stable family we had to share a room together while she was living with us. We had become very close, the two of us, and it was really hard on me when she passed.
I guess you could say this story that I am about to tell you was my mind playing tricks on me or what I feel to this day is real. I would say it happened in 1991, so I was about 6 or 7 when this had happened to me. My grandmother had just passed away and I was now sleeping in our room alone. It was probably around 12:00 am because I had gone to sleep a few hours before and it had felt like I wasn’t sleeping that long. All I know is I sat up in my bed to see a figure standing next me. I went to open my mouth to scream but nothing came out.
I then looked behind the figure onto my window sill to find something ten times scarier than that. There was a head on my window sill. At that point I could scream and I did. I remember my mother comming in looking at me and saying you’re fine, go back to sleep. She shut the door and immediately everything reappeared in the room. I wanted to get out of bed but I was too scared so I just laid there in pure fright. At that point I had taken my pillow and thrown it at my window sill to get rid of it.
At this point the figure that was right beside my bed had moved to a corner in my room where I had mirrors placed against the wall. At this point the spirit or whatever it was was getting very upset that I was trying to destroy whatever it was I was seeing. (This is the part where I try to figure out whether I was sleeping or awake.) All of a sudden as I was getting out of bed whatever it was that was beside me took one of my mirrors and threw it at my right side. I am guessing it was close to morning by this point because as soon as it happened my mom came rushing in my bedroom and started yelling at me like it was my fault. I lifted up my night shirt and said to her if it’s my fault explain this bruise. I had a nice bruise on my side from where the mirror was thrown at me and was in a lot of pain.
My mother asked me what had happened and I told her the story. She brought me to the hospital right away and I had to go see a therapist. I told them my story but no one believed me; they thought it was just kid’s stuff. After that alot of other things started happening to me as well; some were worse, some not as bad. I have more if you would like to hear them and if someone could give me an answer as to why this happened please feel free to email me.
From: “Erin Gooby” firstname.lastname@example.org
Subject: I have a story for you
Date: Saturday, September 24, 2005 12:30 AM