Desperate Spirit

October 25, 2011

by Skylar

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (318 words)

"On March 25th 2010, I was lying on my bed, getting ready to sleep. As I close my eyes I notice a dark shadow pass over my face. This happened very often at the ending of that month, but I payed no mind to this paranormal shadow On April 12th 2010, my boyfriend and I […]"

On March 25th 2010, I was lying on my bed, getting ready to sleep. As I close my eyes I notice a dark shadow pass over my face. This happened very often at the ending of that month, but I payed no mind to this paranormal shadow

On April 12th 2010, my boyfriend and I had an argument concerning our relationship. I cried the entire night and I refused to speak with him. He woke up at 5:00am to prepare for work and he gave me a kiss on my cheek, with tears in his eyes because I told him I didn’t love him anymore and that I wish he would die. He said “I love you baby, please forgive me, please!”,crying and pouring out his heart. I turned away crying with no response and he left for work. I quickly fell asleep because I didn’t rest well that night.

Not long after I fell asleep I saw the “dark shadow” pass across my face again, only this time I heard a voice. The voice cried “baby please love me again, I love you sweetie, stop hurting me baby, baby please”. I was shock that the voice I heard was my boyfriend’s voice, and I was terrified when I looked at the side of my bed… I saw my boyfriend stooping with his head down and he was naked! I could not see his face. I was so scared I turned my head away because I knew my boyfriend was at work. What was that I was seeing?!

As I turned away I saw the shadow over me again and I felt the weight of a person lying on my chest. I began praying and running this paranormal spirit away. Fortunately it left me immediately… I sat on my bed gasping for breath!

What I experience here is real, I have no reason to lie.

Prayers keep you safe!

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