When I was walking outside one night, I noticed that a young man was trailing behind me. I didn't get frightened, I had just thought that he was a kind young man walking. After about 10 minutes, and he was still following me, I was a little nervous, nothing to get upset about though. I did a couple of tests to see if he was following me or not. I turned sharp corners, he would follow, I would start running, and, he would start running to. By the time I got to my house, I was terrified. I ran into the house, dropped the groceries that I had, and pateintlly waited for him to leave. As I sat in front of the window, of what I could see, he was gone. But still, I couldn't be sure. As I stepped outside to make sure, butcher knife in one hand, cell phone in other, I bravely ran out into the front yard, all of a sudden, I feel a sharp pain on the left back side of my head. I fell to the ground the pain was so strong. I couldn't take it. As I dropped the knife, I all of a sudden saw him. He had his face covered. He went to grab the butcher knife, but I was to quick, and grabbed it before him. We fought for what seemed for hours, but was most likely only 5 minutes. He got the knife, and slit my throat. How could I still be awake after....
I heard a ringing?
I woke up. What a nightmare that was.
When I got up, and I stepped out onto my cold hardwood floors, I noticed a note that had been slipped under my doorway. I went to retreive it, thinking that it might be a bill or something of that sort. When I picked the note up, the first thing that I noticed, is that it was written in red permenant marker, which I later found out was blood. All it said were the 3 scariest words I have read in my whole entire lifetime. It read, wait, until,darkness. As I read that, I dropped the note, called in sick for my work, bolt locked all the doors, windows, ect. and waited. At that time, I noticed I had nothing to eat, and I couldn't live all week without food. So as I carefully looked out the peekhole into the hall way, I couldn't see anything. I cautiously stepped out into the hallway. An old friend said hi, and I waved back. As I walked to the grocery store, I noticed the same surroundings as the in the nightmare that I had last night. I found it just a coincident. And brushed it off. When I got out of the grocery store, I saw the same man that was following me in my nightmare, he was following me now too. I wasn't going to make the same mistake I did in my nightmare. I went up to him, and I said, What are you doing, following.... I didn't finish, as I was talking, I had pulled off his ski mask, so when I went to the police station, I could identify him if I noticed him. I ran in horror as there was only muscle exposed under the blood drenched ski mask. People looked at me like I was crazy! I screamed, Can't you see that man?!
they walked the other way. I couldn't get that face out of my head. I ran home. I couldn't take it. All I could think about was that face. I was terrified. I tried calling 9.1.1., but, the phone line was dead. I went to bed. I fell asleep, and, the next day, when I woke up, I noticed a huge pool of blood, on my pillow....
I ran to the bathroom mirror. As I looked at my face, I fainted, it was skined, without muscle, and as I screamed in the excrutiating pain this was causing me, I felt a cold, blade going down my back.I screamed, Please don't! he didn't listen.
this women, named Roxan, has been locked up in a phyciatric ward for 15 years after they found that note. She still thinks she's in home. They diagnosed her as crazy, when they heard the screaming coming from her apartment. The police found no evidence that she had benn harmed in any way. All he found was the note, and it was in her hand writing, she wrote that note.
Numerous cases of this happened in the next 15 years. He just still, to this day, can't figure out....what is going on through there heads....
I mean, there is no such things as ghosts.Or maybe....