WhiteRose
Com-passionate flower
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- Jan 12, 2002
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He comes while you're sleeping. You wake to an overwhelming feeling of dread. Sometimes you can't move at all. Sometimes you can barely lift your head. But you can see him. He'll always be in a place where you can see him. He never talks. Never moves. Just stands there watching you. You're frozen and can't call out for help, and you know, you KNOW he's there for you and there's nothing you can do to get rid of him.
I remember falling asleep on the couch one night and waking up hours later knowing he was there. I couldn't move my body or my head, just my eyes as I looked around the room. I could feel him watching and waiting. It was terrifying. And there he was. My front door had somehow swung open, though I know I had locked the deadbolt and chained the door. His outline stood in the doorway, backlit by the entryway light behind him. In his blac hat, long black coat and black boots. Couldn't see his face at all, just his shape, but I could feel his eyes burning through me as if reading my soul, judging me, testing me. It seemed to last for hours, though I'm sure it was only a few minutes, maybe even just a moment. Then he was gone, and the door was till open, the light shining through it into my dark apartment, but I still couldn't move. My terror faded as soon as he was gone, and I relaxed back into sleep.
Has anyone else seen him? He's been here before, once here but also in other homes I've lived in ever since I was a child. I've spoken to friends and co-workers about him, and some of them have seen him too.
And there's the woman who wears a very distinctive perfume. She comes while I'm sleeping. I've woken several times to smell her scent in the air as if she'd just leaned over me. She means no harm, though.
I remember falling asleep on the couch one night and waking up hours later knowing he was there. I couldn't move my body or my head, just my eyes as I looked around the room. I could feel him watching and waiting. It was terrifying. And there he was. My front door had somehow swung open, though I know I had locked the deadbolt and chained the door. His outline stood in the doorway, backlit by the entryway light behind him. In his blac hat, long black coat and black boots. Couldn't see his face at all, just his shape, but I could feel his eyes burning through me as if reading my soul, judging me, testing me. It seemed to last for hours, though I'm sure it was only a few minutes, maybe even just a moment. Then he was gone, and the door was till open, the light shining through it into my dark apartment, but I still couldn't move. My terror faded as soon as he was gone, and I relaxed back into sleep.
Has anyone else seen him? He's been here before, once here but also in other homes I've lived in ever since I was a child. I've spoken to friends and co-workers about him, and some of them have seen him too.
And there's the woman who wears a very distinctive perfume. She comes while I'm sleeping. I've woken several times to smell her scent in the air as if she'd just leaned over me. She means no harm, though.