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Originally written by Rain.
My family lived in four-plex on St. Annes's road when I was about 12 years old. All three bedrooms were upstairs. Out of the blue, I started waking up at 2:15 every single night and would stand by the railing. I would look downstairs for about an hour or so. I remember feeling very scared. On one of the nights, I heard voices calling my name, very softly.
I was so scared I threw up several times. I woke my parents and told them about the voices and they told me I had nothing to worry about, that nobody was in the house. I heard them talking after they returned to bed and my father blamed it on the wind even though my mother said that there was no wind.
After that night I no longer woke and stood by the banister, but just stayed in bed, too frightened to get up. I'd lay there awake for hours knowing I would be tired for school in the morning, but try as I might, I couldn't fall asleep. On the 3rd or 4th night of just laying there is when strange things started happening to me. My covers would start moving down off my body and I knew the covers were moving and I wasn't moving them because I was too scared to move.
My feet started tingling and the feeling would move up my legs and torso, to my arms and hands until my entire body was tingling. This went on for quite awhile. Then, one night, not only did the tingling happen but something that I am struggling to understand to this day. I remember feeling panic and I couldn't move. I couldn't move anything, but when I looked to the side of the bed there was this dark figure there.
He had sparks going through him (this is very hard to explain) like stars that exploded, thousands of them. I saw no face, nothing but a shadowy figure and I could not even scream. I remember sitting up but it was not me, something inside me, and when I looked I had a hammer in my hands, a hammer! I took the hammer and hit the dark shadow with it and it disappeared.
As quick as it was there, it was gone! I (I think) laid back down and the tingling subsided, and I wasn't scared anymore but I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. This happened several more times throughout my life, and much more strange happenings. We moved from that house, but the happenings didn't stop, they seemed to follow me. I wish I knew what happened and if anyone can please explain this to me I would be very grateful. Me and that 12 year old little girl that I was would be grateful. There is much more but it is hard to go back and live it over again. I did, however, have to get this off my chest.
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