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Ghost stories if you got em
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I've had shit like this happen to me in my moms old apartment in Imlay. The one you came to.
One of my first nights back in MI I was in the second bedroom sleeping on an air mattress between my two daughters. And I hear someone walking down the hallway in heels....clomping down the wood floors.
And it heard it walk right into the bedroom and I just fucking froze. I didnt look or move....and then I felt something plop down on the air mattress....and I laid there and waited to feel a cat moving about hoping it was just one of the cats....nothing.
After about a minute I peeked....nothing was there.
Then one night I fell asleep in the dining room where we had the table and TV. In the big floppy chair (that's what I called it) by the window and the bird cage. I was in there alone. TV was on. And I "woke up"(false awakening but you never know that right away....you think you are awake. Fully aware with all senses...its really fucked up) and felt something looking at me. So I looked over and a little mexican boy was standing there looking at me. Green shirt. Yellow shorts. A fucked up arm and hand. And I'm looking at him and he is looking at me and suddenly he grabbed me on the rib cage and I fucking FREAKED. I felt it and it HURT. And then suddenly I was struggling to open my eyes.
Like I woke up for real before my body did so I was still mostly paralyzed from sleep. I went stumbling into my moms room and crawled onto the foot of their bed and stayed there. I was like 32 and crawling into bed with my fucking mom. MY mom. I STILL felt where the fucking thing touched me.
It was horrifying lol.
I loved that apartment SO much. It was beautiful. But it was old and there were spirits in there that were NOT friendly.
One of my first nights back in MI I was in the second bedroom sleeping on an air mattress between my two daughters. And I hear someone walking down the hallway in heels....clomping down the wood floors.
And it heard it walk right into the bedroom and I just fucking froze. I didnt look or move....and then I felt something plop down on the air mattress....and I laid there and waited to feel a cat moving about hoping it was just one of the cats....nothing.
After about a minute I peeked....nothing was there.
Then one night I fell asleep in the dining room where we had the table and TV. In the big floppy chair (that's what I called it) by the window and the bird cage. I was in there alone. TV was on. And I "woke up"(false awakening but you never know that right away....you think you are awake. Fully aware with all senses...its really fucked up) and felt something looking at me. So I looked over and a little mexican boy was standing there looking at me. Green shirt. Yellow shorts. A fucked up arm and hand. And I'm looking at him and he is looking at me and suddenly he grabbed me on the rib cage and I fucking FREAKED. I felt it and it HURT. And then suddenly I was struggling to open my eyes.
Like I woke up for real before my body did so I was still mostly paralyzed from sleep. I went stumbling into my moms room and crawled onto the foot of their bed and stayed there. I was like 32 and crawling into bed with my fucking mom. MY mom. I STILL felt where the fucking thing touched me.
It was horrifying lol.
I loved that apartment SO much. It was beautiful. But it was old and there were spirits in there that were NOT friendly.
