The white face.

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Hello, my name is Melanie. I have a true story to tell.

I was a very happy child throughout my childhood, but i was also very out of control. I would scratch my face up when i didnt get what i want. But now I'm 16, I wouldn't normally tell people these things, but i feel like i need to get it off my chest.

This experience starts way back when i was 8 years old. My memory is vivid since it was so long ago, but when something scares you, you remember it forever.

It was around midnight. I was on my tablet, my parents were asleep yet i didnt want to go to sleep because i always wanted to watch another Gacha Studio video, I was very interested in the Singing battles. Looking back, it was very stupid, but then again i was 8 years old. It was dark in my room, i was always scared of the dark and the night light didnt do much, but i was trying to get over my fear, until i heard something drop, i looked up from my tablet and saw a hand on my bed, it was long and white, it had red spots on it. I quickly jumped off my bed and turned on my light, i had alot of paranoia having my feet near the bottom of my bed. I was scared something would drag me under. I looked back but the hand was gone, i looked under my bed but there was nothing. A few hours later i finally got tired and turned off my light, but once i was starting to snooze off in bed my bed moved. I looked back and see a white face, it horrified me, i screamed bloody murder and ran to my parents room. That was the last time i went to bed late. And it was also the last time i slept without my light on..

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