Demon Inside Me

Experience One

As a young child, there has always been something wrong with me. Animals would be weary around me, people would stare as if I had a second head. My own mother knew something was wrong, she'd walk on eggshells around me, talk to me as if at the wrong word, I'd light her on fire or something. That has happened for as long as I can remember, since I was around 6 years old. This is my first incident.

Walking home from the bus stop, I see a strange man petting my neighbors dog. I've never seen him before, and he stands very tall, I can tell even though he's kneeling. It looks as if he is hugging the dog now, his arms around its neck, his head resting on top of the large huskies flat head. I stop right in front of my yards gate, my head slightly cocked to the side, watching this man. He suddenly lifts up his head, his bright red eyes boring into my soul. There's blood from the dogs neck covering his mouth and I run inside, slamming my front door shut. I run into my room, climb into bed and lay under my covers, my bright pink dress bunched up under my body. I don't dare adjust myself, just in case he got in. I know at the time, it was illogical as he couldn't get in but in my little girl mind, terrified and confused I thought I could hear him whisper to me.

I replay the whispers I heard, over and over again in my head. I don't know what he means but I know he's crazy. His eyes seemed to portray hunger, need...evil. The creepy mans voice rings through my head, his voice so familiar and it sends chills over my body each time I think of the words. What he could possibly mean. He said "Ich bin real und das ist Ihr Alptraum jeden Tag.

I never thought of him again until the next time I saw him, when I was older. Around 12 years old, I decided to look up what he said. It was German for "I am real and this is your nightmare, every day."

I'm glad he didn't say it in English. I would have passed out then and there. Out of fright or shock I don't know which. It makes fear course throughout my body just thinking about it...writing these words down brings back so many terrifying memories. I need to get them out though. This, is my story.