My old house… Words cannot describe this horrible experience. As a young boy, I was very cheerful and loving to everyone and almost fearless, but after an experience in this house, it changed me forever. When I was 7 years old, I was given my first bunk bed. I was very happy because I could have friends over and also just have the thrill of sleeping on a top bunk. Things were going swell for me so far, the first day, but at night, it was a WHOLE different story. You see, when I laid in my bunk bed, I faced the wall. Why did I face the wall? It’s because I knew that something was horribly wrong. You ever get that feeling that something is just right behind you, breathing on you’re neck, waiting to hurt you? I’m talking about the scariest being I’ve ever experienced. The first night, I wanted to keep my door open because I liked to hear my parents snore because it gave me a sense of security knowing that they were there. But it didn’t stop the terrifying entity that was about to reveal it’s presence to me. I looked at the door and all of a sudden, I heard a creak in the wooden steps as if a burglar were trying to rob us. Thinking about it now, that would have been less terrifying than what it actually was. A slim, black figure with a hood over its head, slowly walked up the staircase like that of a zombie. Now, I know I’m awake because I pinched myself 5 times, so I was certainly not dreaming or imagining this. The evil shape walked back and forth past my door in the hallway at least 3 times before stopping completely in front of my room. From that point, it stared at me, though it had no face. All that I could see was a black void, though I knew its “eyes” were locked on mine. This entity stood there ALL NIGHT until morning, and I only knew that because I couldn’t sleep the entire time. I could only turn to the wall to hope it’d be gone when I looked back, only to find it still there. And this went on for the entire course of the night until the sun came up. The second night, I went in the hallway towards the bathroom to brush my teeth only to notice something weird. The evil “thing” wasn’t there for some reason. Instead, a cockroach, LITERALLY the size of my palm, rested on my toothbrush as I went to pick it up. I yelled for my parents and they came storming in only to find nothing there. I was so freaked out, that I had a problem eating anything the next day. The third night was the worst of all. Laying there in my bed, I awaited drifting into a peaceful sleep, but was suddenly stirred by what I saw creeping in my hallway. The same black, hooded shadow figure from the night before slowly walked from the hallway into my room. As I turned around to face the wall, terrified of what might happen if I continued to look at it, the entity shook my bed as if to entirely grab my attention. I immediately turned to look at it and was started even further to realize that it was right in front of me. Panicked, I began to pray, chanting the words, “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep. If I shall die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.” Once I said that, when I turned to look again, it was back in the hallway shifting back and forth between the hallway and my door, violently contorting its head in protest of what I had just said. It was as if the Lord was blocking it from going any further. Suddenly, it slowly faded back into the darkness, never to be seen again. To this day, I still have that same bunk bed from the old house, and with that same bed comes the same nightmares. And with those same nightmares, comes those same feelings. And with those same feelings comes the same little boy that lived in that same evil house that seemed to have only 1 objective; to take my soul.

Credit To – Sam

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