Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30891328-20170526035552

I' m not sure if I should tell this story. I mean, I think people won't believe me, since it's been a long time and I no longer have any proof. But I feel that for the safety of others I should talk about my little experience.  It was October 8 th  2007, the time of year stores were selling candy, costumes, and materials for those who wanted to make people pee their pants with horror. I had bought a kid's costume for the creature from the movie Scream, I was a small kid back then. Now, back then I lived in a farmhouse just a few miles outside of town with my parents, and we had a forest behind our home. I was in the living room playing with my Nintendo DS when I heard a sound coming from outside. I looked out the kitchen window and saw a tall figure in a raggedy robe like the one that was for my Scream costume, except it was white. Then being the nine year old I was I did something stupid. I knocked on the window and the thing slowly turned to me, and I saw its face. It had a pale white face, like the way anyone's would look if you were really, really sick. Not just that, it had bruises and scars literally all over that face that will forever haunt me. I screamed like the little kid I was and ran to my parent's room. I quickly turned on the light and, annoyed, they reminded me that Dad had to get up early the next day. I told them about the figure and dragged them like heavy sacks to the window where I saw it. You'd maybe expect it to be gone, but it was still there. However, when I pointed to where it was standing, they said, "I don't see anything," with confused looks. They probably thought I was either paranoid or going crazy so they let me sleep in their room for the night. They're the type of parents who think they can do anything to help people they're worried about. I didn't get a second of sleep after that.  The next time I saw that thing was July 12 th  2012. We moved out of state a year ago and came back for the summer. I had forgotten about the figure I saw in 2007 until the night we stayed with our friends that moved into our old place. My parents, our friends, and I were hanging out in the living room when I decided to get some fresh air. I walked into the backyard, and that's when I saw it! The... thing. It was standing at the edge of the forest, staring at me. It had hate all over its face, like I had just stole something special from it, and it growled at me. I immediately flashed back on the 2007 incident and ran back inside as fast as lightning. Everyone in the room suddenly looked up at me. My mom asked me what happened and I didn't know what to tell her. Since I'm allergic to cats I told her that a stray one walked up to me.  <p class="Paragraph SCX229099745" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCX229099745" lang="EN-US" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-weight:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;line-height:18px;font-variant-ligatures:none!important;" lang="EN-US">The thing is now haunting me in my dreams. The only one I can remember shows me standing in a dark, narrow hallway, with the only source of light being a bulb shining and flickering over me. Then I can hear running footsteps coming down the hallway. Suddenly, the thing pops out of nowhere and I can always see his sharp claws, reaching for me. But the only thing I can remember before waking up is that face full of hate. <span class="EOP SCX229099745" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX229099745" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCX229099745" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"> <p class="Paragraph SCX229099745" lang="EN-US" style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;word-wrap:break-word;font-weight:normal;color:windowtext;" lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCX229099745" lang="EN-US" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-weight:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;line-height:18px;font-variant-ligatures:none!important;" lang="EN-US">I... I... I didn't know what to do so I'm typing this and am about to post this story. I have two theories about what he wants: Either he, or it, marked the house for some kind of haunting, because I only saw it at that farmhouse; or it marked me, because only I could see it. My parents probably think I'm crazy, but I'm not crazy! Am I? <span class="EOP SCX229099745" style="user-select:text;-webkit-user-drag:none;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;font-size:11pt;line-height:18px;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;">  <ac_metadata title="I&#039;m Not Crazy! Am I?"> </ac_metadata>