SouthernMaiden
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Feel free to share your own stories of ghosts, demons and aliens. Here's my story. Written on my phone, with my lil thumbs. So dont judge.
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At a very very unstable point in my life, I was very very stressed. I believe this lowered some sort of "defense" we have as living humans.
Then one night, I was having a very calm dream. Dont remember the details. Just that it was nice
Then some voice called to me, in the dream.
"Maiden. Maiden. MAIDEN!"
It called my name and pulled me out of the dream. I was back in reality, in my bed, looking at my dark room.
I looked at the far side of my room. I had a chair, with a shirt over it. In the moment, I knew I was looking at this. But, it morphed into a dark shadow. A writhing mass of pure darkness.
The shadow. Somehow. Grabbed my lower jaw, using some weird power. It forced me down, just pulling downwards on my jaw. IT HURT. It kept pulling, forcing me lower and lower. I couldn't move at all.
In my head. I prayed and begged for help, for it to stop. Over and over. Then I was back in bed, again. Everything was normal.
Now, what is hard to describe is the feeling this thing radiated. Pure hatred. It despised me, and enjoyed hurting me.
I'm used to people hating me because of who I am--it was like that but x 1000!
That's it. The end. Whats your story?
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At a very very unstable point in my life, I was very very stressed. I believe this lowered some sort of "defense" we have as living humans.
Then one night, I was having a very calm dream. Dont remember the details. Just that it was nice
Then some voice called to me, in the dream.
"Maiden. Maiden. MAIDEN!"
It called my name and pulled me out of the dream. I was back in reality, in my bed, looking at my dark room.
I looked at the far side of my room. I had a chair, with a shirt over it. In the moment, I knew I was looking at this. But, it morphed into a dark shadow. A writhing mass of pure darkness.
The shadow. Somehow. Grabbed my lower jaw, using some weird power. It forced me down, just pulling downwards on my jaw. IT HURT. It kept pulling, forcing me lower and lower. I couldn't move at all.
In my head. I prayed and begged for help, for it to stop. Over and over. Then I was back in bed, again. Everything was normal.
Now, what is hard to describe is the feeling this thing radiated. Pure hatred. It despised me, and enjoyed hurting me.
I'm used to people hating me because of who I am--it was like that but x 1000!
That's it. The end. Whats your story?