life of the dead
When I was seven I got in trouble for stealing $2 to get some ice cream from the ice cream man. I got sent to my room and as I layed in there I heard something call my name. I thought it was my dad but later he said he didn't do it.
That night I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and went to bed around 12:30. I was awakened by whispers inside my room. I covered my ears to try to make the sound go away, again it called my name. I felt cold, boney hands on my legs and arms trying to hold me down on my bed. I wanted to scream, but for some reason I couldn't. Then I scared myself to sleep. I woke up the next morning with hand marks on my legs and arms. I thought it was a dream, but it was a nightmare turned into reality. I guess I cried myself to sleep. It was the scariest night of my life, I hate my old room.
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ShadowPeregrinus Jul 15, 2008
Ice Cream ghost hates you.
Lilith Jul 16, 2008
We are here bacause it's hard enough dealing with being mocked by non experiencers and deniers.
I know you were trying to lighten things up, But sometimes that is not the effect that joking about negative experiences creates.
I know you mean well.
Alyssa, did your parents or anyone else see and comment on these marks?
Nina Jul 22, 2008
That story is sooo very close to something that happened to me when I was 7. I lived in Delaware someplace across the street from a Haunted house that the city did tours for.After school 1 day the bus driver took us out for ice cream, and I was sent to my bedroom. My mother was a strange woman , she doesn't believe in the supernatural. I saw ghosts all night, all over the place. That was my first experience with the supernatural. Someday I'll tell my tales of events here too.