HEllo. For anyone who read my other stories (diseased, call 9, Jerry III), you know what I experienced. The spirit I called “Jerry” (something like jokes; I am like Tom from Tom and Jerry, he is Jerry and I hunt him), he haunts me since I was very youthful and almost good after my sister She led out. Well, now I will talk about some of these previous meetings.
The guest room of our ancient house always scared me. During the day it was shadowy and terrifying. At night it was darker and more terrifying. Not once I could not look down the corridor to the open door and do not drain a little. I have always felt the presence in a room that wanted to hurt me and only me. Living in a family of three after my brother and sister's departure, I always felt relief. My brother was a dictionary definition of a jerk, my sister was not much better and I shouted almost every day for every compact thing I did. However, none of these difficulties could be the fear that moved in me, every time I look at this terrifying, shadowy, peaceful, abandoned room …
A few rooms of the house meant that a strange feeling of fear that had no connection with a moment. Our basement, guest room, bathroom that combined my room and guest room and my parents' wardrobe. I had more than a few hundred dreams that revolved around those rooms that seemed to talk to me, unlike normal sleep. I always wanted the bathroom door to be closed at any time when I was in my room. Since I saw a shadow throwing from the other end, and both my parents were downstairs watching football. Not to mention the fact that I later ran downstairs, crying like … I was a child. I have always had an busy imagination and sometimes I let it go away from me, but these events have become too common. I was afraid to sleep in my own room for several reasons: strange sounds (some of which were like a growl), shadows, situational nightmares, silhouettes in my window, and the strangest thing was that I tried to sleep; My eyes were closed and suddenly something came that looked like this great, empty, furious face, gagging at me.
One thing I have never experienced was sleep paralysis. This happened only the eighth grade when my worst experience with the spirit took place. This particular spirit, whose name, “Jerry”, may not be the only thing I met at that time, but I always saw his shadow if he were nearby. Sometimes during the day I looked down the corridor in the guest room and saw his shadow from the corner from the window from the window. A different time was in the basement. Now the basement has about 20 feet in diameter around and the stairs in the middle. There was one bedroom that was completed from the inside and a long, shadowy, terrifying passage that did not lead anywhere and had a bathroom attachment. But we never did anything about it. Here are some of the things I experienced there. The most terrible part is all I've ever seen are completely random hallucinations and nothing with any explanation. A huge face disappears on one wall and has huge, bulged eyes. The lithe was on the one hand, while the one on the other side was turned off and I heard changing traces there. I would see a shadow thrown out of the stairs and could not hear any traces when the character turned to come back. Sometimes I wondered if my brother ever saw something because he told me about the strange shade in the guest room (when it was my sister). But I was the only one who ever said anything. Of course, my mother and dad just rejected me as a “little kid”.
In my parents' room, the lithe was turned on and in the middle it was not shadowy or terrifying. I was very youthful, probably only in kindergarten. It was so before my sister moved out. I sat there, playing with toys right at the front door. The wardrobe door was sitting right on the left and it was always shadowy (except in the morning when my dad was prepared there). When I sat there, I swear that something very nasty began to crawl and look at me. Yes, it's humorous, but it's not a joke. I wouldn't be able to describe it now, but I only know that it was definitely not warm. And it was not a creature, but rather a presence. Only that it had a physical form. A crazy explanation: it was a demon got stuck in our world, in our home, which hid in the shade and left only when I was nearby because I was a helpless child. A reasonable explanation: I had an overactive imagination. You are a judge.
As for Jerry, I never saw him until that day in the eighth grade (diseased), and then he never left me alone.
Here is one theory: Jerry was a ghostly victim of those demons that I always met and sought assist from me, and stays with me, hoping that I would stop the demons away from him.
Another theory: I'm cursed.
Another theory: I have an overactive imagination.
I guess it's not #3 because it's just humorous. These are just some of my many spiritual meetings in my youth. They all took place in the same house and only I experienced them (according to the best knowledge). Regardless of whether this is true or not, I may never know. My mother is not interested in talking about my childhood, unless it is associated with a school or a family meeting, or one of the many “cute” things I did as a compact child, but it doesn't matter. I know what I saw and experienced. And I think that this site contains many people who endured similar things. Whatever it was, it happens to me from time to time.
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