The day I saw him I was terrified. I was only five years old. I was already sneaking horror movies, watching behind my parents at night on the stairs. Never did I scare. I recall crying and my mother thought The Ring was scaring me on TV. I said I liked the movie but my nose was bleeding. Coincidence? A sign?
Synchronicities are everywhere, and they have so many meanings. Nothing is a coincidence. Nothing. Whether this creature wished me harm or was trying to warn me of the dark years to come, I still ran. I hid in my room for a minute, and when I dared to go back and look he had vanished.
This image is quite similar to what I saw, except that mine had wings. Bat like in quality. The stairs I have referred to in the previous story part were also different. Just basic carpeted stairs, no peeking out from beneath. I faced him head on. Sometimes I wonder how many young girls have seen him. I've only seen imagery related to this creature containing young girls. I don't know if he appears to boys too.
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Somno Modo
Non-FictionThe true horrors of my life. A collection of dreams, experiences, demons and more. A lifetime in the making.
