101K reads

416 11 25

by ZAGGSTERR

by ZAGGSTERR

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PUBLISHED ON JANUARY 17TH 2016 SORRY GUYS

Sooooo this book has received approximately 101,000 reads. Holy fucking shit. I wasn't ready for this. Plus, it happened on my birthday so wow, thank you so much for this wonderful birthday present. No really, you reading this right now I am in love with you.

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!L!L!!!!!!LL

I honestly was overjoyed with happiness when this book reached 100 reads, nevertheless 1000. The funny thing was, I was so busy with my mock exams that I didn't have time to socialise these past months. Then suddenly, my friend at school came up to me and said, "Congratulations for your 100K reads!"

I just stood there, in the middle of the schoolyard and was thinking, "What the hell are you talking about? I checked. I was still on 88K reads."

But then it hit me hard at the back of my head... A basketball. And that's when I realised that the last time I checked my reads was about two months ago. Yes, I was on Wattpad but I only came to read the comments which by the way, was hella entertaining to read. Gosh, you guys - your comments make me laugh and it's ironic considering that this is supposed to be a scary book. Haha! xD

So when I logged on, clicked my story and squinted my eyes, because my eyesight is shit, to read the number of reads I got... I was overwhelmed and was screaming like a little fan girl, "OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!" Don't believe me? Ask my parents. They actually thought that there was a lizard somewhere because of my horrendous screech.

Anywayssssss to celebrate, I have a personal little story to share with you guys. Dim the lights and stay quiet because this is about to get real. Yes, this is a true story that I Honestly don't remember the experience but every time, I hear the same story from my parents, both my grandparents and basically, my whole family has seen what happened to me.

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I think I posted a two sentence one before but bleh, it's somewhere in the pile. But anyways, when I was two years old we lived in this apartment/flat/condo on the fourth floor which was basically leveled with the forest at our balcony. During that time, the forest was being cleared away to build new roads for the highway.

I actually remembered I could see monkeys jumping from a distance away. And the fact that their houses were being destroyed? They had nowhere to go...

Apparently every night at exactly 2:30am, I would wake up and scream and cry and show a hell of a tantrum. I would jump around and demand to go downstairs to play at the playground. My mother described it as though I'm trying to get away - anywhere - from the house. Because my crying was so loud, obviously my parents would take me down to play. But I would always just sit alone on the swing and would swing, slowly.

When my grandparents from my dad's side came to visit us, they were so shocked to see my tantrum. My grandfather said it looked like something was bothering me because the way I was showing tantrum was not a normal cry. He said I would jump, as high as I could, and immediately I would fall flat on my stomach. And I did that continuously. It didn't look like a normal fall, he would say, it looked as though somebody pushed me down whilst jumping. The scary thing was that apparently, I wasn't hurt. No blood. No scars. Nothing but jumping and falling flat on my stomach again and again.

My dad asked if I was okay and I would always answer that I was playing with a 'friend.' My dad asked who my friend was and I would say, "His name is Abek."

My mother googled that name to see whether I was making it up or not. Remember, I was only two years old. Apparently, I was not making it up. There were people out there with that name.

My dad kept asking me questions that I answered as if it wasn't a big deal. Which it wasn't. But wait until 2:30am.

I described this creature like a 'monkey with red eyes'.

This freaked out my parents and for the next two weeks, I was sent off to live with my grandparents from my mother's side. That creature or whatever was bothering me didn't leave me alone. It apparently followed me to my grandparents house because my grandfather told me that he saw me lying down at the staircase one night, quiet and just looking up at the ceiling or whatever.

*I'm actually crying right now and my hands are shaking*

During this time, my mother was pregnant with my younger sister. A lot of things happened in order to get me help. Because we are Muslims, my parents would always read the religious book and prayers to get God to help us. My uncle, who is an Uztaz which is basically like an Islamic teacher, came over and started to recite some prayers and at this time, my tantrum kept going at its greatest. My dad also mentioned that he felt the hairs behind his neck stood up as if something has brushed passed him idk. We didn't go to any spirit readers or such like that because my parents didn't believe in all that.

After my uncle came over, some days later, I was okay again. No more crying. No more weird actions. I was actually a normal two year old. I owe so much to my parents for being strong and patient with me because honestly, what would you do if 'something' was bothering your child?

So that's it and I really don't remember anything - Thank God! This story scares me every time my family members would mention it. Yes, as much as I hate to admit it, it's a true story. But hey, this is a creepy book!

Have a great day :)

- Zahraa