Okay so I think this happened wen I was like 9 or 10 years old give or take a year or 2. As always I was on punishment for something I don't remember what. Truthfully, I never actually knew what I was on punishment for since I was on punishment so often I just l stopped paying attention to the reason lol. But yeah I was on punishment. This punishment wasn't as bad as usual though. I just had to stay in my room with the lights off(because my mother paid a light bill) . I believe it was a Friday night around ten pm and my entire family was outside having fun with their friends including both of my mothers, my brother and my sister. So since no one else was in the house, all the lights in the apartment were off. So before I go any further it's important that I explain my old apartments layout. Back then we lived in a fourth floor apartment in crown heights Brooklyn. My mothers and Sisters rooms windows were located In the front of the building but my brother and I shared a room and it and it's window along with the living room, bathroom, kitchen, hallway, all of thier windows and the front door all were located in the back of the building. So getting back to the story, my entire family is outside in the front of the building enjoying themselves as I sit on my top bunk bed lamenting on how I wished I could be outside enjoying the breeze like every one else, occasionally sighing in dismay at my current depressing situation when my brother walked into the house seemingly annoyed and walks into our room and says "mommy said shut the fuck up!" Me being confused as to what he was even talking about I replied "But I'm not Making any noise, I'm not even talkin, there's no one for me to talk to." My brother goes on to say "listen I don't give a fuck. I didn't come up here to talk to you I'm just telling you wat ma told me to tell you" and then he storms out of the house to go continue having fun with his friends.( can you tell that me and my brother never had a loving brotherly relationship?????????????????). So i go back to lamenting quietly being sure not to make any noise when about ten minutes later my brother once again comes into the house, heads straight for our room and once again says "Oh my God, are you fucking serious? Dude, I do not wanna keep Walkin up 4 damn flights of stairs cuz you in here crying like a big ass baby. Could you please shut the fuck up"
Once again me confused " crying? Im not crying. I'm just sitting here looking out the window"
" stop fucking lying Erik, mommy says she hears you crying all the way downstairs in front of the building. "
"That doesn't even make sense, I would have to stick my head out the window and scream at the top of my lungs for her to barely hear me from the back of the 4th floor all the way in the front of the building outside on the first floor"
" well you're the only person on the block who aint outside so who else could she be hearing?!"
"I don't know but it's not me"
"Well just keep quiet" he said leaving.
This time I laid down and looked up at the cieling, exactly what I was trying to avoid beacuase back then I was afraid to look at my cieling because every night for a few months wen the lights were turned off at bed time. I would always see the shadow of a man wearing a hat with the brim goin all the way around it, just standing there on my cieling. I remember a few nights wen I would just get out of bed and look around my room for any combination of items that could possibly cause that shadow to cast. Never found anything. Other nights I'd look out the window for anything that could cast the shadow in. There was nothing. But anyway back to the story. There he was in my cieling. So once again I start looking around for things that can craft the hatman shadow in an attempts to calm my uneasiness I feel from that weird shadow. Oddly enough one day that shadow just disappeared and I never saw it again. But as im looking around, my brother comes in once again but this time attempting to level with me. "Alright look. I'm tired of having to come up and down the damn stairs, plus mommy said she's gonna beat both of us if she hears u again. And I don't plan on getting beat for you. So if you promise to shut up I'll let u sleep on the living room couch. " "Deal" I replied. I don't know why but back then i wanted to sleep on the couch so bad for some reason . so i grabbed a blanket and a pillow and ran into the living room and layed on the couch. I was happy because I had been asking my mother for months to lay on the living room couch. But at that moment I realized exactly how dark it was in the living room, and asked my brother on his way out the door if i could turn on the living room light. He said no because mommy would see that light spilling out of her room window. But what he would do so that he wouldn't have to come back upstairs is he would turn on our room light so the light could spill out of our room into the living room so that i could see with that light. I was good with that compromise so he turned on the light and left. so as i sat there in the the living room hype, I started getting this wierd uncomfortable feeling. Like something bad was going to happen. So I layed down on the couch and closed my eyes and started thinking about cartoons. But even that wasn't going too well for me. I remember I was creating scenes in my head for the Flintstones. But for some reason every scene would end in death and bloodshed. And every death and scenario ended differently. Everytime it went bad I would restart with a new scene and scenario. This went on for maybe 5 mins with each episode getting shorter as i started getting the idea wen things would go bad and would immediately end the scene and restart. Eventually I stopped trying to create episodes and started wondering what the hell is wrong with me? what kind of psychopath thinks of ways to kill thier favorite cartoon characters. But wat was odd was I wasn't thinking of those things. I was ginuwinely thinking of fun episodes but those gruesome murders I was invisioning were happening independent of my actual thoughts! While I'm going through these thoughts in my head I notice that I can hear what sound like the drawers to a dresser open. But I'm so into wondering why I'm a psychopath that I don't pay it anymind. But as im questioning myself that uncomfortable feeling got super strong. And when I internally commented on it I noticed that I could hear ruffling and things hitting the floor. I could literally tell exactly where what i was hearing was coming from. It was coming from my mothers room directly in front of me. At that point I opened my eyes but it took a few seconds for my eyes to focus. I could see something white, waist height by the edge of my mothers room door. I could also see things flying by out of my mothers nightstand. I specifically remember as my eyes focused seeing my gigapet flying out of the drawer. I remember that because I was mad that my mother took it from me and it was bright yellow. That was the only thing that I could actually tell what it was as it flew by. By this point my eyes had focused enough that I could tell when my eyes went back to the perpetrator throwing things out of my mothers drawer was the lower half of a skeleton. Like exactly what you would see in a school science class. At that point I think what ever It was must have noticed I saw it, because it just stopped rummaging and throwing things out of my mothers drawer for a second and stood up and turned towards me. The way it moved was so unnatural. As it turned towards me my stomach turned. Almost feeling like I had to throw up. The way it moved reminds me of old-school stop motion animation. Now I actually kind of like stopmotion animation but seeing it organically in life for some reason was just disgusting! When it turned to me I could see in the eye sockets was just a dull burgundy light. Once my eyes met the skeletons, it laughed. I can still remember that laugh. It sounded like a villain from an old school anime. Horrified my instincts kicked in and every fiber of my being screamed run for your life! I flinched. I was about to hit the sprint button like I was in the Olympics going for the gold! But as my body began to move I remembered that before my mother walked out the house she said if I stepped one foot out that door for any reason she would beat my ass into next week. I had to go to school next week so no thank u. I'd like my last week of summer vacation to not be fast traveled via ass whooping. By now the skeleton stopped laughing and I was sitting there half off the couch looking at it frozen like a deer in headlights. I took a second to think of wat my next move would be. My train of thought went as follows. If I run outside to my mother violence awaits no matter what, but this guy, i don't yet know his intentions. Maybe if I let him find what he's looking for he'll just leave me alone. So I jumped back into the couch in the fetal position, grabbed the blanket and covered my whole body including my face and yelled "take whatever it is you want and go. Leave me alone!" I sat there for what felt like 8 hours. Every second felt like 5 minutes. My senses were extremely heightened. I never heard another sound in the house but I could hear every time someone walked into the building. This is the exact moment I learned that you could Identify people by the sound of their footsteps and accessories. As I would hear people coming in my building and walking up the stairs I would listen intently hoping it was my mother coming to save me from my fear. And then noticing it wasn't her and mentally identifying which of my neighbors it actually was untill eventually I heard them. My mothers signature walking patterns. And those keys. My mother had like 20 or 30 keys on one of those metal clip key chains with a retractable chain in it. I remember hiding under the blanket thinking " yes! I know it! Those are mommy's footsteps! And those keys! Those are definitely her keys, no ones elses keys sound like that!" But I didn't move I waited for conformation. I waited for her to go to put her Keys into the door. As soon as I heard her key touch the first lock I threw the blanket off of me jumped off the couch and ran to the door like my life depended on it. Made it to the door and unlocked all 3 locks before she could fully get her key in the door turned the knob and pulled the door open so fast that I pulled my mother into the apartment damn near, because she was still holding the key she had just barely gotten into the door. Once the door was open I ran to her hugging her tightly exclaiming loudly " mom I'm so happy your here, I love you, iv been waiting for u for so long!" My mother knowing that I have never exactly been an affectionate or even an emotional kid looked at her wife with pure confusion on her face but lightly hugged me back and asked me if I was ok. I lied and said yeah I just missed her. She knew I was lying and called me on it, saying " no seriously now I'm worried, you dont usually lie. What happened," I said "Nothing, I'm fine I'm just glad you're here" She let it go and walked in the house into her room where her and her wife started talking about how wierd I was behaving. Once I felt I had given them enough time to get comfortable I started cautiously easing my way towards thier room trying to peek in thier door looking for things to be out of place. I couldnt see anything out of place so I just kept easing my way closer. Kind of like how a cat moves when u put something new near them and they cautiously check it out. As I grew closer my mother walked out of her room running into me. Confused once again by my odd behavior she yelled " demonio " what the hell are you doing now?!! I'm not playing with you what the hell happened?!" Me: " I don't want to tell you because you're not going to believe me" Mom: "why wouldn't I believe you?" Me: " you're gonna call Mr stupid or a liar." Mom: " I'm not going to call you stupid or a liar. Now tell what the hell is bothering you"
Me: " Are some of the things from your nightstand drawer on the floor?" Mom: " no, why would they be?" Me: " I saw a ghost and it was going through your drawer and throwing things." Mom: " you're lying now tell me what happened" Me: " see I told you you'd think I'm lying" Mom: " you want me yo tell you why i dont believe you? Because if you saw a ghost you would have ran out of the house. I know because that's what I would have done. If I'd seen a ghost I don't care wat happened I would have left! Especially if I was alone!." Me: "I was going to! But when I got ready to run I remembered you said you would beat me if stepped one toe outside of the front door for any reason Mom: "I would have gotten my ass whipped then. You're stupid for that!" Me: " actually I think I made the right choice, if I ran away and told you I would have gotten beaten either way, I didn't know wat he was going to do. So I decided it would be safer to find out his intentions before getting beat. And look nothing happened to me." My mother had a look of absolute shock on her face for a second before busting out into laughter. At that point I walked past my mother to her room door and greeted my stepmother before scanning the clean floor to find nothing out of place. Oddly enough, im sure it's unrelated but when I got off punishment and asked my mother for my gigapet back she couldn't find it. That gigapet was never found again. R.i.p: gigapet, gone but never forgotten.????????????
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[link] [comments]Okay so I think this happened wen I was like 9 or 10 years old give or take a year or 2. As always I was on punishment for something I don't remember what. Truthfully, I never actually knew what I was on punishment for since I was on punishment so often I just l stopped paying attention to the reason lol. But yeah I was on punishment. This punishment wasn't as bad as usual though. I just had to stay in my room with the lights off(because my mother paid a light bill) . I believe it was a Friday night around ten pm and my entire family was outside having fun with their friends including both of my mothers, my brother and my sister. So since no one else was in the house, all the lights in the apartment were off. So before I go any further it's important that I explain my old apartments layout. Back then we lived in a fourth floor apartment in crown heights Brooklyn. My mothers and Sisters rooms windows were located In the front of the building but my brother and I shared a room and it and it's window along with the living room, bathroom, kitchen, hallway, all of thier windows and the front door all were located in the back of the building. So getting back to the story, my entire family is outside in the front of the building enjoying themselves as I sit on my top bunk bed lamenting on how I wished I could be outside enjoying the breeze like every one else, occasionally sighing in dismay at my current depressing situation when my brother walked into the house seemingly annoyed and walks into our room and says "mommy said shut the fuck up!" Me being confused as to what he was even talking about I replied "But I'm not Making any noise, I'm not even talkin, there's no one for me to talk to." My brother goes on to say "listen I don't give a fuck. I didn't come up here to talk to you I'm just telling you wat ma told me to tell you" and then he storms out of the house to go continue having fun with his friends.( can you tell that me and my brother never had a loving brotherly relationship?????????????????). So i go back to lamenting quietly being sure not to make any noise when about ten minutes later my brother once again comes into the house, heads straight for our room and once again says "Oh my God, are you fucking serious? Dude, I do not wanna keep Walkin up 4 damn flights of stairs cuz you in here crying like a big ass baby. Could you please shut the fuck up" Once again me confused " crying? Im not crying. I'm just sitting here looking out the window" " stop fucking lying Erik, mommy says she hears you crying all the way downstairs in front of the building. " "That doesn't even make sense, I would have to stick my head out the window and scream at the top of my lungs for her to barely hear me from the back of the 4th floor all the way in the front of the building outside on the first floor" " well you're the only person on the block who aint outside so who else could she be hearing?!" "I don't know but it's not me" "Well just keep quiet" he said leaving. This time I laid down and looked up at the cieling, exactly what I was trying to avoid beacuase back then I was afraid to look at my cieling because every night for a few months wen the lights were turned off at bed time. I would always see the shadow of a man wearing a hat with the brim goin all the way around it, just standing there on my cieling. I remember a few nights wen I would just get out of bed and look around my room for any combination of items that could possibly cause that shadow to cast. Never found anything. Other nights I'd look out the window for anything that could cast the shadow in. There was nothing. But anyway back to the story. There he was in my cieling. So once again I start looking around for things that can craft the hatman shadow in an attempts to calm my uneasiness I feel from that weird shadow. Oddly enough one day that shadow just disappeared and I never saw it again. But as im looking around, my brother comes in once again but this time attempting to level with me. "Alright look. I'm tired of having to come up and down the damn stairs, plus mommy said she's gonna beat both of us if she hears u again. And I don't plan on getting beat for you. So if you promise to shut up I'll let u sleep on the living room couch. " "Deal" I replied. I don't know why but back then i wanted to sleep on the couch so bad for some reason . so i grabbed a blanket and a pillow and ran into the living room and layed on the couch. I was happy because I had been asking my mother for months to lay on the living room couch. But at that moment I realized exactly how dark it was in the living room, and asked my brother on his way out the door if i could turn on the living room light. He said no because mommy would see that light spilling out of her room window. But what he would do so that he wouldn't have to come back upstairs is he would turn on our room light so the light could spill out of our room into the living room so that i could see with that light. I was good with that compromise so he turned on the light and left. so as i sat there in the the living room hype, I started getting this wierd uncomfortable feeling. Like something bad was going to happen. So I layed down on the couch and closed my eyes and started thinking about cartoons. But even that wasn't going too well for me. I remember I was creating scenes in my head for the Flintstones. But for some reason every scene would end in death and bloodshed. And every death and scenario ended differently. Everytime it went bad I would restart with a new scene and scenario. This went on for maybe 5 mins with each episode getting shorter as i started getting the idea wen things would go bad and would immediately end the scene and restart. Eventually I stopped trying to create episodes and started wondering what the hell is wrong with me? what kind of psychopath thinks of ways to kill thier favorite cartoon characters. But wat was odd was I wasn't thinking of those things. I was ginuwinely thinking of fun episodes but those gruesome murders I was invisioning were happening independent of my actual thoughts! While I'm going through these thoughts in my head I notice that I can hear what sound like the drawers to a dresser open. But I'm so into wondering why I'm a psychopath that I don't pay it anymind. But as im questioning myself that uncomfortable feeling got super strong. And when I internally commented on it I noticed that I could hear ruffling and things hitting the floor. I could literally tell exactly where what i was hearing was coming from. It was coming from my mothers room directly in front of me. At that point I opened my eyes but it took a few seconds for my eyes to focus. I could see something white, waist height by the edge of my mothers room door. I could also see things flying by out of my mothers nightstand. I specifically remember as my eyes focused seeing my gigapet flying out of the drawer. I remember that because I was mad that my mother took it from me and it was bright yellow. That was the only thing that I could actually tell what it was as it flew by. By this point my eyes had focused enough that I could tell when my eyes went back to the perpetrator throwing things out of my mothers drawer was the lower half of a skeleton. Like exactly what you would see in a school science class. At that point I think what ever It was must have noticed I saw it, because it just stopped rummaging and throwing things out of my mothers drawer for a second and stood up and turned towards me. The way it moved was so unnatural. As it turned towards me my stomach turned. Almost feeling like I had to throw up. The way it moved reminds me of old-school stop motion animation. Now I actually kind of like stopmotion animation but seeing it organically in life for some reason was just disgusting! When it turned to me I could see in the eye sockets was just a dull burgundy light. Once my eyes met the skeletons, it laughed. I can still remember that laugh. It sounded like a villain from an old school anime. Horrified my instincts kicked in and every fiber of my being screamed run for your life! I flinched. I was about to hit the sprint button like I was in the Olympics going for the gold! But as my body began to move I remembered that before my mother walked out the house she said if I stepped one foot out that door for any reason she would beat my ass into next week. I had to go to school next week so no thank u. I'd like my last week of summer vacation to not be fast traveled via ass whooping. By now the skeleton stopped laughing and I was sitting there half off the couch looking at it frozen like a deer in headlights. I took a second to think of wat my next move would be. My train of thought went as follows. If I run outside to my mother violence awaits no matter what, but this guy, i don't yet know his intentions. Maybe if I let him find what he's looking for he'll just leave me alone. So I jumped back into the couch in the fetal position, grabbed the blanket and covered my whole body including my face and yelled "take whatever it is you want and go. Leave me alone!" I sat there for what felt like 8 hours. Every second felt like 5 minutes. My senses were extremely heightened. I never heard another sound in the house but I could hear every time someone walked into the building. This is the exact moment I learned that you could Identify people by the sound of their footsteps and accessories. As I would hear people coming in my building and walking up the stairs I would listen intently hoping it was my mother coming to save me from my fear. And then noticing it wasn't her and mentally identifying which of my neighbors it actually was untill eventually I heard them. My mothers signature walking patterns. And those keys. My mother had like 20 or 30 keys on one of those metal clip key chains with a retractable chain in it. I remember hiding under the blanket thinking " yes! I know it! Those are mommy's footsteps! And those keys! Those are definitely her keys, no ones elses keys sound like that!" But I didn't move I waited for conformation. I waited for her to go to put her Keys into the door. As soon as I heard her key touch the first lock I threw the blanket off of me jumped off the couch and ran to the door like my life depended on it. Made it to the door and unlocked all 3 locks before she could fully get her key in the door turned the knob and pulled the door open so fast that I pulled my mother into the apartment damn near, because she was still holding the key she had just barely gotten into the door. Once the door was open I ran to her hugging her tightly exclaiming loudly " mom I'm so happy your here, I love you, iv been waiting for u for so long!" My mother knowing that I have never exactly been an affectionate or even an emotional kid looked at her wife with pure confusion on her face but lightly hugged me back and asked me if I was ok. I lied and said yeah I just missed her. She knew I was lying and called me on it, saying " no seriously now I'm worried, you dont usually lie. What happened," I said "Nothing, I'm fine I'm just glad you're here" She let it go and walked in the house into her room where her and her wife started talking about how wierd I was behaving. Once I felt I had given them enough time to get comfortable I started cautiously easing my way towards thier room trying to peek in thier door looking for things to be out of place. I couldnt see anything out of place so I just kept easing my way closer. Kind of like how a cat moves when u put something new near them and they cautiously check it out. As I grew closer my mother walked out of her room running into me. Confused once again by my odd behavior she yelled " demonio " what the hell are you doing now?!! I'm not playing with you what the hell happened?!" Me: " I don't want to tell you because you're not going to believe me" Mom: "why wouldn't I believe you?" Me: " you're gonna call Mr stupid or a liar." Mom: " I'm not going to call you stupid or a liar. Now tell what the hell is bothering you" Me: " Are some of the things from your nightstand drawer on the floor?" Mom: " no, why would they be?" Me: " I saw a ghost and it was going through your drawer and throwing things." Mom: " you're lying now tell me what happened" Me: " see I told you you'd think I'm lying" Mom: " you want me yo tell you why i dont believe you? Because if you saw a ghost you would have ran out of the house. I know because that's what I would have done. If I'd seen a ghost I don't care wat happened I would have left! Especially if I was alone!." Me: "I was going to! But when I got ready to run I remembered you said you would beat me if stepped one toe outside of the front door for any reason Mom: "I would have gotten my ass whipped then. You're stupid for that!" Me: " actually I think I made the right choice, if I ran away and told you I would have gotten beaten either way, I didn't know wat he was going to do. So I decided it would be safer to find out his intentions before getting beat. And look nothing happened to me." My mother had a look of absolute shock on her face for a second before busting out into laughter. At that point I walked past my mother to her room door and greeted my stepmother before scanning the clean floor to find nothing out of place. Oddly enough, im sure it's unrelated but when I got off punishment and asked my mother for my gigapet back she couldn't find it. That gigapet was never found again. R.i.p: gigapet, gone but never forgotten.???????????? submitted by /u/rwbyluvr [link] [comments]
