When I was five years old, I was scared of these entities I saw in my room. At night, I'd feel them hovering over me. I'd muster my courage and get up to ask my parents to chase the "Shadows" out of my room. I didn't know what else to call them. They'd oblige me, but only because I was frightened and it made me feel better. Not because they believed me.
One day, I looked down one of the hallways in the house. The end was always dark. We used it for storage. Something stood there, staring straight ahead and smiling. Cold chills ran down my small spine. I told my mom, "There's a demon in the hallway."
"No, there's not," she responded, chuckling.
I looked at her. "You don't believe me, Mom?"
I never forgot that day, and wonder if it was one of my "Shadows" coming around to smile at me. My parents never did believe me.
I believe you. When I was a kid I didn't get my homework done on time so I was forced to stay up all night doing it. While everyone else was asleep and it was pitch black and I was alone sitting at a desk in the living room, I saw something that still unnerves me and it's been on my mind a lot lately.I remember the it looked just like my little brother with parts of his face rotted off.It perched on the Kitchen counter,which connects to the living room, and stared at me I was horrified and hid my face when I looked up it was still there and it slowly crept back into the dark.The creepiest thing is back when I saw it my little brother wasn't born yet,I didn't see the similarity until later.
We as children are more susceptible to the forces hiding in the shadows. When we're told over and over again its not real, it pisses off whatever is hiding. Never stop believing in the shadows, for there are things there. I came to terms with them one night during my sophomore year, and offered myself as long as they didn't harm my family. The room then went from an unwelcome feeling, to an "accepted" feeling. Ever since, any house we move in to I preform the same ritual. It must be done in total blackness and in the absolute buff, nothing at all to be worn. Slept better that night than I did in a long time...
I once had a dream about something that looked exactly like this. Except it spoke in a gravelly voice, calling itself "The King of Christmas." And then it kidnapped my little brother and my parents and I started searching for it to get him back. It didn't feel like a nightmare, per se, but more like one of those creepy "WTF" sort of dreams.
Yeah. What made it stranger was that the chase took place largely in a well-lit mall. Yet somehow all we saw of "The King of Christmas" were the teeth. In fact, we didn't even see eyes like in this picture. It was just a set of crooked teeth with a huge underbite floating in stark contrast against the darkness.