Sometimes things happen that you can’t believe, and you start to wonder if it was even real in the first place…
As I said in my prior blogs, I will be sharing stories of things that have happened to me. Then on Halloween day – or night, I will share the scariest one yet. To better prepare you, for what’s to come, here is another encounter I would like to share.
I was sleeping in my room, and the layout was pretty simple. My door was closer to the right of the wall so my dresser was to the left of my door. I had a single window, and my bed lay right next to it. When walking into my room the bed is the first thing you would see, it was parrelle to the door. To the left of the entrance was my closet door. Now, usually when I slept my grandmother, mother, and brother would come in and out to see if I’m still sleeping or to make sure I was okay, so I was used to hearing footsteps. It wasn’t a big deal to me.
Having heard voices and all kinds of weird noises, I was a bit paranoid, and sometimes afraid, however I knew that these things didn’t touch me so I was okay. As long as they didn’t touch me, I always could escape.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps. They sounded like someone was wearing heavy boots, but I didn’t open my eyes to see who it was. In my mind it was either my brother or my uncle. My uncle barely stepped foot in my room unless he was looking to use my laptop or had a question about the television, which I didn’t mind too much. I like helping people. It was only really a bother if I was sleeping and he didn’t realize. As the footsteps got closer, I heard someone whisper “shhhhhh, shhhh, it’s okay.” At that point I somehow knew it was neither my uncle nor my brother. Even if it was, why whisper so creepily that it was okay? What was Okay? What were you planning?
I started to move around when I felt two big hands push their way under me and lift me. At that point I opened my eyes to see who dared to come touch me. I was in the air and as soon as my eyes opened, I fell back onto my bed. I could feel one of my earrings yank off and go flying somewhere, but when I glanced around no one was in my room. I didn’t even hear the footsteps of someone fleeing. Beginning to believe that it was a dream I got up ready to tell my mother. That’s when I realized I had been awake the entire time. I stepped on my earring when I reached the bedroom door, and when I picked it up I could hear a slight “shhh…” and without looking back I went right into my mother’s arms.