Ok so here's some background info on me before I start this story... (these will tie in with the story)
*Im not afraid of the dark, Im afraid of what's in the dark
* When I have nightmares, they are usually very scary and i usually wake up crying or i start talking in my sleep (my parents, grandparents and sister have all heard me do this before waking up crying or screaming)
*Im an atheist, meaning I dont believe in God or Satan, but I believe in demons and angels (cant tell if i spelt that right....damn...)
*Im a somewhat rational person. I always try to find scientific explanations of thing's
*This is one of the very few, if only, memory's i can clearly remember from the ages of 5 and maybe 6, some parts are fuzzy but not all of them, this is just because im 18, and memories from when i was real little are leaving or becoming blurry.
* I have NEVER told my parent's about most of the shit that has happened to me if it's scary because they would of never believed any of it.
*this is how my parents room used to be set up.
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Well... I think that's all really, Before I start my story, i actually told this to my friend OfficialKotaMusaki but i didnt tell him it in description... just main points...Well now that that is out, lets start the story.
...Why I Believe In Demon's...
(Also Why I Cant Sleep With My Closet Door Open)
Now, this happened to me when i was around 5 or 6 and as stated before, its one if not the only clear memory i still have from that point in time, anyway, when i was 5 or 6 (i think 6 though i cant remember exactly) i had a series of terrifyingly realistic nightmares that would wake my dad up from his room at the other end of the house due to me crying and screaming from my bed (it would wake my sister up to because we shared a room and had bunk beds (i got the top, i liked it though so it wasnt bad)) and he would come in, grab me from my bed then let me sleep in their bed for the night because I was a 5 or 6 year old and if you never slept in your parents bed because of a nightmare that happened almost every night then you wouldn't understand it (it was kinda just a safety thing for me and helped me fall back into a sleep that usually had a happy dream instead of my normal nightmare.) So around the end of these dreams is when this happened and for some reason my parents had gone to the kitchen to do something, kinda blurry about what had originally been the reason but anyways so i was left alone in their room. anyway their bed was set up so it was facing the closet which had two doors, one was closed (it had no hinges) and the other had no door so it was just a mass of darkness. when this happened we had two dogs, a lab, pit and German shepherd mix named rosey (sadly she died sophomore year on February 5th due to a tumor in her leg, sweetest dog in the world so i hope that now she can run and play. i hope shes happy wherever she went) and a mutt (we never learned the mix) named Abby (she died during Christmas about freshman or sophomore year) and Abby was laying on the bed next to me, i was half asleep and what really woke me up widely was when she started to growl lowly at something in the dark corners of the room. this woke me up because even though i disliked Abby because she had bitten me alot in the past and i was little i still knew that she didnt growl all that often except at me and when there was a stranger outside so it scared me and i ended up hugging Abby because for some reason her small, fluffy fur comforted me as a kid even if we hated one another. my parents were still in the kitchen and after a few seconds of staring into the corner of the room nearest the closet something shot out of that corner and into the closet. i cant remember exactly what it looked like cause i never (and still haven't) got a clear glance at it, just that it was shadowy and had these bright eyes and a glow like outline. i guess i screamed or something because my parents both came back into the room and tried to find out what was wrong but according to my mom i was frozen hugging the dog and they couldnt understand a single word i was saying because i was stuttering... Thats all i can remember of that night worst part is that i know i wasnt sleeping, because i still have nightmares about it, and often times when im home alone at night, i hear stuff falling from in their closet or i can see it standing in the doorway in the corner of my eye. That thing is the reason why i believe in demon's and why i cant sleep with my closet door open or when im home all alone at night.... Its all true too, if you dont believe me though then good for you...
Well, that's the end of my first story, hopped you liked it. ill probably post another one later or tomorrow.
