Tthis is one of the stories that haunts me to this day. I'm the type of person who doesn't believe in ghosts, but I've learned to respect the reason they were on our plane. I am one of a group of friends who were really interested in the paranormal phenomena that were happening around us. Being in this type of crowd, I couldn't lend a hand but believe in the wave (in the way they told their stories) and be drawn into the opening of my sixth sense. Call it peer pressure, but I guess that's just the way it is.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened for several days. So I said to myself, “hey, maybe it didn't work.” Considering the fact that I didn't believe in these types of beings, I thought that maybe the ceremony had no effect on me. Then it happened, one night I woke up in the middle of the night and wanted a glass of water. I was so thirsty that I couldn't wait until morning. So I went downstairs for a chilly drink. After filling the glass with water from the container, I closed the refrigerator door. A white figure with blood-red eyes stood next to me. I was so scared that I dropped the glass on my hand, closed my eyes and prayed. When I opened my eyes, there was no one there, so I thought it was just my imagination.
To lend a hand me fall asleep, I came up with the great idea of watching TV to lend a hand me fall asleep. So I took the remote control and pointed in the direction where the TV was. Now, before I could turn on the TV, I saw on the black screen that behind me was a white figure with a huge smile on his face, this time with bloody eyes. It was the last draw, I ran to my mother's room and slept next to her until dawn came.
The next day I asked the group to accept the so-called a gift because I couldn't stand it anymore and I didn't want to see the white figure ever again.
