My story starts around 3 years ago. Before I get into the story, let me introduce myself and give some background. My nickname is Dean, which is what I’ll refer to myself as, without using my real name. I’m currently 13 years old, but our story starts when I was about 10.
It was the year 2015 and Christmas time. My mom’s girlfriend was working all week at her job at the hotel, Comfort Inn. Over the week, an old lady by the name Kay was staying at the hotel. We ended up having to drive Kay home after her stay at the hotel because, she was old, and had no car to drive herself home. She lived in Ohio, which isn’t a very far drive from where we live in Pennsylvania. We dropped her off at home and just a few days later, we were going to stay at Kay’s house for some reason.
When we got there and started getting ready for bed, she asked me and my older brother if we wanted to sleep in the basement with her. Her basement wasn’t the kind where there are leaky pipes and spiders eveywhere. Kays basement was furnished with carpet and such.
Being kids we said yes. As I was just about to drift off to sleep, I hear my brother say “Dean, are you awake”? I open my eyes and say “what is it”?
He had a shaky voice, and he sounded scared. I didn’t know what was wrong.
He said “look at her eyes, they’re black and staring at me”. Out of confusion, I said “what? No they are not”. I decided to look at her eyes and when my eyes locked in on her face, the sight i saw scared me. I had gooseflesh everywhere.
He wasn’t lying. Her eyes were the blackest shade of black I ever saw. We started screaming, and my mom and her girlfriend came sprinting downstairs. We told them, and surprisingly, they believed us.
We packed up our stuff and left. A year later, wierd things started happening to me. I could hear whispers, things went missing by themselves, I started getting scratches on my back, and I could see shadows.
Whatever the case may be, I think whatever was inside of Kay attached to us and followed us home.
One day, while I was sitting at my vanity brushing my hair, I felt a burning sensation. I turned my back to the mirror, to see that there were three claw marks on my back.
Another time, I was sitting at the kitchen table all alone with no one around. I heard a noise come from behind me so I turned around to see what it was and I saw that my glove was sitting on my shoulder even though it was in my room before.
One week, my mom’s friend and her kids came to stay, and slept in my room, so I had to sleep with my mom on her floor. From in a deep sleep I heard someone whisper “Dean” right in my ear. But no one was around.
All these occurrences are very strange and I don’t know what to make of them. All I can do is hope that it stops, because I still hear whispers and see shadows today.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.