User:Alermyx

I don't quite remember how old I was when this event happened to me. But I do remember the spine tingling nights I had at that age. I am 16 years old and to this day I still from time to time go back to that night, and puzzle myself over it. Let me explain,

When I was younger I had a little trouble sleeping. You see, I was always afraid of the shadow my closet made from the light of the tv in my bedroom. I would never sleep facing the tv, I would sleep facing the shadow. It scared me, it was shaped like a man. Always watching me. I would close my eyes and look at it again, and it would be moved slightly to the right, or was it the left? I don't quite remember. As the nights passed I grew used to sleeping facing the shadow. Occasionally my Dad would come in the room and try to put my head on the correct end of the bed but I would sense it and wake up in fear begging him to please put me back on the other end. You might be thinking that it seems dumb to be writing about being afraid of a shadow, but what I am trying to lead this up to is... That night. One night, me and my Mother and Father arrived home to our dark house. We walked through the door into the split room. One half the kitchen, the other half the living room. The only light on was the dim light above the kitchen window. It had a sort of eery glow but at the same time it comforted me. My Father walked through the hallway and disappeared off to somewhere, I don't quite remember where he was when this happened, but I know for certain he wasn't there. My mom sat on the couch closest to the front door, and I sat on the couch that was near the tv. I looked over at my Mother, I saw double for a second. Everything felt slow. I remember saying something to her, and the sentence finished with "alone." I think I said something along the lines of, "Fine I'll just sit in here alone." After I said what I said, my Mother sat there blankly. I said alone once more, and then again, and again and again and again. I just remember sitting there staring at my Mother, frozen in time. Tilting my head from left to right, repetitively saying "Alone." It felt like hours, almost days. I said it with a smile, and after awhile I felt quite normal saying "alone." The next thing I remember is hearing my Father scream "Shut the fuck up!" I instantly came back to reality. My mother was still sitting there. I looked to the right and saw my Mother and Father looking at me from the hallway puzzled. I could of sworn my Mother was on the couch. I looked back at the couch and nothing was there. I remember getting up and walking towards my Father. He picked me up, and layed me in bed, facing the way I never want to face. He kissed me goodnight, turned on my tv, and walked out closing the door behind him. I stayed facing that way. Only to realize that the shadow had moved from by the closet to right next to the tv. I screamed. And that is literally all I remember. Something about this really creeps me out. And I don't think I will ever understand it. And to this day, I always look back on that night. It was the most confusing thing that has ever happened to me. And I am afraid it will happen again.