A Personal Experience By Cynthia
It was June 15, 2006. This is the day I will never forget. This is the day I found out that we were not alone and that we had to get out of this house. It was night time and my mother told me, “Cindy, can you please go up to the attic and get me some boxes to put these toys in?” I went up stairs and found the boxes and threw them down. When I turned off the lights, the attic stairs slammed up on their own. I didn't panic at first, but when I tried turning on the lights so I could see, they didn't turn on.
I then started freaking out. I'm like, “Okay I’m not gonna scream,” so I took my cell phone out and used the screen to light the attic. I flashed it around there was a little girl just standing there and looking at me very furious as if I had done something to her. Then, she started walking over to the back of the attic where I couldn't see her. I hoped I would never see her again. I tried calling my mom on the house phone but I was prompted with a voice stating that service was not available, and to try again later.
I continued flashing the light of the cell phone around in the attic and once again the little girl appeared, but even closer this time. I decided to try turning off the light for a while and maybe the girl would go away. I did this for a few minutes, and then flashed the light once again out of curiosity. She wasn't there.
Suddenly, I felt something cold behind me. I turned around and saw that she was right next to me. She said, "I hate you." I started screaming and I fell to the ground.
The next morning, I found myself in bed lying down so I thought it was a dream, but it wasn't. I had out finger marks and bruises on my neck. What really happened that night? I don't really know.
It was June 15, 2006. This is the day I will never forget. This is the day I found out that we were not alone and that we had to get out of this house. It was night time and my mother told me, “Cindy, can you please go up to the attic and get me some boxes to put these toys in?” I went up stairs and found the boxes and threw them down. When I turned off the lights, the attic stairs slammed up on their own. I didn't panic at first, but when I tried turning on the lights so I could see, they didn't turn on.
I then started freaking out. I'm like, “Okay I’m not gonna scream,” so I took my cell phone out and used the screen to light the attic. I flashed it around there was a little girl just standing there and looking at me very furious as if I had done something to her. Then, she started walking over to the back of the attic where I couldn't see her. I hoped I would never see her again. I tried calling my mom on the house phone but I was prompted with a voice stating that service was not available, and to try again later.
I continued flashing the light of the cell phone around in the attic and once again the little girl appeared, but even closer this time. I decided to try turning off the light for a while and maybe the girl would go away. I did this for a few minutes, and then flashed the light once again out of curiosity. She wasn't there.
Suddenly, I felt something cold behind me. I turned around and saw that she was right next to me. She said, "I hate you." I started screaming and I fell to the ground.
The next morning, I found myself in bed lying down so I thought it was a dream, but it wasn't. I had out finger marks and bruises on my neck. What really happened that night? I don't really know.
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