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>be 15
>Moms going out of town for a week
>Leaving me alone
>First day is fine
>First night I have a fucked up dream
>Only part of the dream I remember is the very end
>Strange girl
>Holocaust skinny, pale as death, hair like grease
>Starts snapping her headineck and limbs in strange directions
>Lets out a scream akin to "the Thing
>Scream wakes me up
>Can still hear it for a few seconds after I wake up
>Shake it off as a bad dream
>Go to make myself breakfast
>Keep seeing shadows out of the comer of my eye
>Finish making breakfast, go to take it back to room
>Glance down hallway while walking to room
>The Girl is just standing in the far comer of my mom's room
>Snaps her neck up and stares at me
>Nope out
>Get into room
>Slam door behind me
>Lock that shit up
>Sit in chair shaking for 30 min
>Calm down eventually, decide it was just my head playing tricks on me
>Finish eating and take plate to kitchen
>On the way to the kitchen can't see moms room
>On the way back have to look
>She's on the OTHER side of mom's room now, closer to the door
>Fucking points at me with backwards arm (elbow facing upwards)
>Dive into bedroom
>That was no mind trick
>Grab rifle
>Aim it at door for what feels like an hour
>Nothing bursts in
>Decide it's safe enough to go back to browsing the internet with my rifle next to me
>Do this for rest of the day until it's late at night and I can no longer suppress hunger
>Bring rifle with me to kitchen
>Make a fine ass dinner
>On my way back see her again
>She's in the doorway of my moms room now
>Stand watching her because I feel like hot shit with my rifle
>Look her over
>Arms are both backwards
>Right leg entirely backwards
>Left leg jutting out at weird angle
>This angers her apparently
>She snaps her jaw down
>Lets out the exact same scream from my dream
>Starts dragging herself along towards me
>Morale check 0%
>Jump into room again
>Same procedure as above
>Finish dinner in room
> Thinking over my situation
Pretty obvious I can't call anyone and rant about spooky ghost girl in my house
>Decide the only thing I can do is try to face it head on
>In the moming,
> Try to stay up through the night
> Eventually fall asleep in computer chair
>Have the exact same dream again
>When she screams I wake up again
>The doorknob to my room is jiggling back and forth
>Thank jesus I locked it
>Aim rifle at door
>Jiggling stops
>By now I'm entirely loosing it thinking I'm going to die
>Luckily she doesn't try anything else and I just spend the rest of the night online again
>Spend my time thinking over what I'm going to do when I "face her
>Live in a city so I can't exactly shoot at her unless I absolutely have to
>Decide the best thing to do is try to hit her with bayonet on the end of my rifle
>The dawn comes
>Fix bayonet
>Charge out of room and down hallway trying not to shit myself
>Charge all the way into moms room
>She's not there anymore
>I look all over moms room trying to find her
>Nowhere to be found
> Start heading back down hallway to my room
>She's in front of my fucking door.
>Decide to stick with original plan
>CHARGE
>Run right through her, feel nothing but cold
>Run directly into my room fall flat on floor from momentum
>Look behind me to see what's happening
>She tums slowly towards me
>Slails walking into my room
>Kick my door closed on her
>She tums into a cloud of fog
>Lay where I am for a while thinking
>is clear I can't hurt her
It's also clear I don't want her to do whatever the fuck it is she's trying to do with me
>Decide the best thing I can do is stay in my room until mom comes home
>Luckily I was weird and had "emergency supplies of food in my room
>it tums into a siege for the rest of the week
>l.can't leave my room
>Every time I fall asleep I have the same crazy dream
>Every time I wake up to her fucking with my door
>As time goes on it gets more and more aggressive
>Eventually it goes from jiggling the doorknob to slamming into the door with a loud BANG
>By the sixth day I've almost completely lost it
>No sleep and constant stress make me insane
th night, I know I just have a few more hours until mom comes home and I'l be saved
>The thought relaxes me
>I start fading and fall asleep
>Have the same dream
>Wake up at the same point
>This time something is different
>No slamming on my door
>Dead silence for a few seconds
>Then suddenly there's a crash of breaking glass, sounds like it was from moms room
>Realize this is actually happening and not in my head
>Grab rifle and run out into hallway
>Can't see shit because it's so late
>Suddenly a shadow figure runs out of moms room and into the cone of light coming from my room
>Hear the scream again
>I've completely lost it by this point
BANG, BANG, BANG
>shadow figure drops to the floor
>I fumble with and eventually tum on the hallway light
> There's a knife on the floor
>The shadow figure I saw was a human
>Big pool of blood around him
>Between this and the six day siege my mind shuts off entirely
>I pass out in the doorway to my room
>Wake up to someone shaking me
>The neighbors had called when they heard shooting
>I tell the cops what happened that night (omitting the previous six days)
>The man I had shot was a known felon who had been breaking into homes to steal things
>Mom comes home, cops explain what happened, everything fine, I'm okay, ect ect ect.
>After that night never again see the Girl or have that dream