I was always afraid of the dark as a child. The unknown and unseen things that lurked in the shadows frightened me to my core. It wasn’t until I was in my early twenties that I finally started to overcome my fear. I was living in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and my apartment was surrounded by thick woods. At night, the darkness outside my window was absolute. But I had gotten used to it, and it didn’t scare me anymore.
One night, I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling like someone was watching me. I opened my eyes, and my heart leaped into my throat as I saw a figure standing at the foot of my bed. I couldn’t make out any features, but I could feel the weight of its gaze upon me. Its eyes seemed to glow red in the darkness, and I could feel its malevolent energy emanating from its very being.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to move, but my body was frozen. The figure just stood there, watching me, for what felt like hours. My eyes were locked onto the red eyes of the figure, and I could feel its gaze burning into my soul. My mind was screaming for me to move, to do something, but my body wouldn’t obey.
Finally, the figure turned and left the room. I was able to move again, and I jumped out of bed, turning on all the lights in my apartment. I searched every inch of my home, but there was no sign of anyone. I thought it was just a nightmare, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more.
Over the next few weeks, I saw the figure again and again. Each time, it would just stand there, watching me. I started to feel like I was losing my mind. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t focus on anything. I was terrified all the time.
One day, I decided to do some research. I found out that the land my apartment was built on used to be a burial ground for a Native American tribe. The graves had been dug up and moved to a different location, but it seemed like something had been left behind. The thought of that made my blood run cold.
I tried to ignore it, telling myself that it was just my imagination, but things started to get worse. I would hear strange noises at night, like footsteps in the hallway, but when I would look, no one was there. Objects would move on their own, and the temperature in my apartment would drop to freezing. I knew that something was wrong.
Then, one night, the figure appeared again. But this time, it was different. It didn’t just stand there and watch me. It spoke.
Its voice was like nothing I had ever heard before. It was deep and gravelly, and it filled the room. It said only one thing: “Leave.”
I knew then that I had to get out of there. I packed up my things and left that night, never looking back.
But the nightmare didn’t end there. The figure followed me. I could feel its presence everywhere I went. I tried to ignore it, but it was always there, lurking just out of sight. It would whisper my name in the darkness, taunting me, tormenting me.
I thought I was going crazy. I went to see a psychiatrist, but they couldn’t find anything wrong with me. I tried to tell myself that it was just my imagination, but deep down, I knew the truth.
Then, one night, the figure appeared in my dreams. It was more terrifying than ever before. Its eyes burned into my soul, and I could feel its malevolent energy suffocating me. It whispered in my as I left my apartment, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled over me. I knew that I was doing the right thing by leaving, but I also knew that whatever had been watching me wasn’t going to let me go so easily.
The drive to my friend’s house was long and quiet, and the darkness outside seemed to stretch on forever. Every shadow seemed to be hiding something, and every noise made my heart race. When I finally arrived, I collapsed on my friend’s couch, exhausted and afraid.
Over the next few days, I tried to put the experience behind me. I told myself that it had all been in my head, that there was no such thing as ghosts or demons or anything else that could scare me. But deep down, I knew that I was lying to myself.
One night, as I was lying in bed, I heard a strange sound coming from outside. It was a low, guttural growling that seemed to be getting closer and closer. I tried to ignore it, but the noise continued, louder and more menacing with each passing second.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and the sound of breaking glass filled the air. I leapt out of bed and ran to the window, my heart racing with fear. Outside, I could see a dark figure moving in the shadows. It was too dark to make out any features, but I knew that it was the same thing that had been watching me before.
As I stood there, frozen with fear, the figure turned and looked directly at me. Its eyes glowed red in the darkness, and I could feel its malevolent energy coursing through the air. And then, just like before, it vanished into the night.
I knew then that there was no escaping whatever was haunting me. It was following me, stalking me, and I had no idea how to stop it.
Over the next few days, the incidents became more and more frequent. Every night, I would hear strange noises coming from outside my window, and every day, I would see dark shapes moving in the corners of my vision. I was afraid to sleep, afraid to leave my house, afraid to do anything.
And then, one night, I woke up to find that my entire bedroom was engulfed in flames. The fire had started in the corner of the room, and it was spreading quickly. I tried to get out of bed, but the heat was too intense. I could feel my skin starting to blister, and I knew that I was going to die.
Just as I was about to give up, the figure appeared before me. It was taller than I remembered, and its eyes blazed with an otherworldly fire. But this time, instead of terror, I felt a sense of calm wash over me.
“Leave,” it said again, its voice echoing through the flames.
I knew then that I had to do whatever it took to survive. I managed to crawl to my window and break it open, and I climbed out onto the roof. From there, I was able to jump down to the ground and run to safety.
But even as I escaped, I knew that the figure was still following me. I could feel its presence lurking just beyond the edges of my consciousness, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
For months, I lived in a constant state of fear. I moved from place to place, trying to stay one step ahead of whatever was chasing me. But no matter where I went, I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was being watched.
And then, one day, I stumbled upon an old book in a secondhand store. It was written in a language that I didn’t recognize, but something about it called to me. I bought the book and took it
I tried to calm myself down and remind myself that there was probably a logical explanation for everything. But deep down, I knew that what I had experienced was not normal.
Over the next few days, I started to feel like I was being watched all the time, even when I was outside during the day. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was following me. I would hear strange noises and see shadows moving out of the corner of my eye. I knew that I couldn’t go on living like this, so I decided to do some research on the history of the town.
After a few hours of digging, I found out that there had been a series of brutal murders in the town many years ago. The killer had never been caught, and the murders had stopped suddenly, without explanation. There were rumors that the killer had been possessed by an evil spirit, and that the spirit was still wandering the town, searching for its next victim.
I was horrified. It seemed like every piece of information I found only made things worse. I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was being hunted.
One night, as I was lying in bed, I heard a faint scratching sound coming from outside my window. At first, I thought it was just a tree branch or a stray animal. But the sound continued, getting louder and more persistent. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was trying to get in.
Finally, I got out of bed and cautiously approached the window. As I got closer, the scratching sound grew louder and more frenzied. When I looked out, I saw a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at me. I stumbled back in terror, knocking over a lamp and plunging the room into darkness.
I could hear something moving outside my window, scraping against the glass. I was frozen with fear, unable to move or speak. Then, suddenly, there was a loud crash, and the window shattered.
I screamed and scrambled away from the broken window, hiding under my blankets like a child. I could hear something moving around in my room, knocking over furniture and breathing heavily. I was sure that I was going to die.
But then, just as suddenly as it had started, the chaos stopped. There was silence for a moment, and then a voice spoke to me. It was a deep, raspy voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
“Leave this place,” the voice said. “You do not belong here.”
I was too terrified to argue. I scrambled to my feet, grabbing my keys and running out the door. As I ran down the street, I could feel something chasing me, but I didn’t dare look back.
When I got to my car, I fumbled with the keys, my hands shaking so badly that I almost dropped them. Finally, I managed to get the car started and peeled out of there as fast as I could.
I didn’t stop until I was miles away from that town, and even then, I didn’t feel safe. I was haunted by nightmares for weeks afterward, and I could never shake the feeling that something was following me.
Years have passed since that night, and I’ve tried my best to move on. But I still think about it sometimes, and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to forget.