Black thing
That is the name of our follower, The Black Thing. This haunts me and my three friends: Shaz, Olivia and Tasha. Since my first dream, we have seen this thing that is completely black with red eyes. In my dream it killed my friend Tasha. It has been following us ever since. For example, when my three friends and I go to school in our neighborhood to gain work experience, from time to time everything goes from the front door to the back door. We don't know what it means at all… But my friend Olivia is afraid it's an evil spirit and wants to hurt her. This is! Last night he appeared in her dream and strangled her, he did it to me and Shaz too, but not as seriously, she was taken to the hospital and has to come back next week. Shaz has psychic abilities, so he tells us what will happen in our lives, but it doesn't look pretty…
I believe it is there to assist us and guide us through life. Although you never know what a black spirit can do! Soon we will all be using a Ouija board to learn more! Right now he's watching me brush my hair and I know he'll be watching me forever…
When I was about to go to sleep
ANDaround 2:00 this morning (22/03/07) I turned off the airy and went to sleep. I had one arm above my head on the pillow and the other at my side. Both my hands are facing up. After a minute or so I started to feel a tickling, almost itchy feeling. I decided to move my hand above my head to scratch it, but I couldn't lift it. I felt really confused but decided to apply my other hand. I couldn't lift it either. Then I started feeling pressure in both arms. I was scared. My eyes widened and I became very concerned. I couldn't understand what was happening. My arms started to hurt from the pressure and I still couldn't move them. I was immobilized. I was too scared to make any sound (and I was also mindful of the rest of my sleeping family). I started to feel this tingling sensation all over my body. But there was nothing I could do.
The strangest thing happened next. My hands started moving on their own. They felt as if someone was opening and closing them. This all took about fifteen minutes. After a while, the tension began to ease and I could finally move my arms. I rolled over and felt like maybe I could fall asleep now. I started feeling it again. This time I felt as if someone was lying behind me and wrapped their arms around me. I couldn't move again. I started feeling tingly again. However, it passed after two minutes. That's all. Although, strangely enough, when I started writing all this, my nose started bleeding.
This isn't the first time I've had sex with someone while lying in bed. The next bit would be too tiny to describe in full, so I'm adding it to this one. A year ago I was lying in bed. It must have been around 2 a.m. too. Suddenly I felt as if someone had jumped on the bed at my feet. This end of my bed dipped and made lots of noises when something landed on it. I went to turn on the airy, but there was nothing there.
These are my experiences and I speak completely honestly. I swear.
– Jewelry
Shivers Baguio
AND I learned this story from my cousin. She visited Baguio last year. She told me that Baguio is not only notable and stunning, but also chilly. My cousin Angella visited a very luxurious hotel. I know the name of the hotel, but I won't say it because the hotel may lose its notoriety.
One day, when Angella visited the hotel, she felt something terrible, but she didn't tell anyone about it because maybe all the people there would think she was a weirdo. That night she slept in one of the most stunning rooms in the hotel. She heard a noise. She thought it was her roommate Clarisse. “Clarisse, could you stop making so much noise, I'm so sleepy,” a very sleepy Angella shouted. But Clarisse didn't answer. Suddenly she heard shots and people screaming. Angella thought they were just kids in the hallway. Angella was very tired of the noise she was screaming. Clarisse woke up. Finally, Clarisse told Angella that she was very afraid. She told her that she had a dream that so many people were killing each other.
Unable to bear the fear, they asked some of the workers about the story. They told them that this was actually where the Filipino-Japanese fight took place. It was bloody. Sometimes they saw a woman asking if they had seen her head. They told Clarisse and Angella everything. Because Angella and Clarisse were so scared that they checked out. They promised never to go to Baguio.
The lesson of this story is to always learn the history of a place.