The Dark Man

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At first I ignored the sensations that I was beginning to feel when I was alone in a room. I knew that I was being watched. It happened day and night. Over the next few weeks it became more pronounced. Especially at night. I would wake up sensing that someone was in the room with me. I would look around my room in the middle of the night to see if anyone was there. No one was. 

One night I woke up and saw the Dark Man. 

He looked like the outline of a man. I could tell him from the dark because he was darker than everything else around it. I could see through him though. I tried to go back to sleep after I saw him with little success. 

I never saw the Dark Man in the daylight hours, but every now and then at night. He was either at the foot of my bed or in the corner of my room. I felt like someone was touching me while I was asleep, causing me to wake up in the dead of night. When the Dark Man pressed down on me at night, is when I had it. 

Something jumped on me all of a sudden. I jumped back in horror and slept on the couch for the next couple of days. I couldn't tell anyone about this because they would think I'm crazy.

 It drove me to the point where I could only be in my room with all the lights on, and I slept on the couch. That's when I decided to communicate with it. I got an ouija board and tried to communicate with it. Nothing happened.

I told my mom about it and she wanted me to talk to a priest. I was too scared to be in the room alone. When I was, I could feel its presence. I was beginning to smell it. It smelled like something burnt. It scared the crap out of me. I tried talking to it,but nothing happened. 

After I started to try to talk to it, things started to go missing, words appearing in wired places, pets coming in and staring at nothing, etc. Then I wrote a letter. 

After I finished writing it, I left it on my bedspread face up for an hour. When I came back it was face down. I looked around my room and it was completely ruined. I coulnt belive it. I talked to a priest and they baptized my room and the house. Nothing else has happened since. 

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