I don’t know if you believe in ghosts or not. Anyway, you should. Because they do exist. Me and my family has always known that there is a ghost in the house. A little girl. Mum has seen her, we have all heard her. You can hear her running around on the second floor even though there’s no one up there. Don’t blame the cats, this has happened for as long as I can remember.
This morning I dreamed that Amanda Palmer slept in my house (random). When we were having breakfast she told me that she had seen the girl. I believed her of course, no one had told her about it so there’s no way she could have known. There was this other man who said that he had felt that someone sat down on his bed, he looked up and saw… the king of Sweden (even more random).
I woke up. Here’s the scary part. I felt, I literally felt someone sitting down at my bed. Right next to me. I could feel the weight of a person. I don’t think I’ve ever been that terrified. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t breathe. After a few seconds, felt more like minutes, I managed to turn the lights on. Hid under the covers for thirty minutes.
Now I’m too afraid to leave my room. I wish that everyone could just wake up now, I don’t want to be alone. But it’s 5 in the morning, people won’t wake up for hours.
I DON’T WANT TO LIVE HERE ANYMORE!!!
