Last winter I was researching my family tree with my mum when I came across a rather disturbing find. A Great-Great etc. relative of mine was an alcoholic who would abuse women on the street and his own wife.
Anyways, about 2-3 weeks after researching I started to have weird dreams. But they weren’t like my other dreams that were random or just all over the place, these were extremely disturbing. They were of torture and suffering, death. And as soon as I would wake up my mind would recap on them, but I never knew what would happen.
Those dreams carried on for awhile then I would wake up in the middle of the night, hot sweats and panicking.
The most terrifying thing happened a few nights after though. I was dreaming of a large forest. I was in a big black plane that was decaying and I looked out the window over the hundreds of miles of just dark green, tall pine trees, surrounded by mist. Then I felt a choking sensation. Like someone was holding down my neck, cutting off my breath. In my dream I think I panicked, but I know I felt my back arch forward with my neck still pinned to the airplane seat, like an uncomfortable yoga position.
I woke up at roughly 10 am and went to the bathroom like a morning ritual.
I looked at the mirror and obvious finger markings in bruises were situated across my neck. I lifted up my top in a panicked confusion and I had cuts along ribs, both sides.
I’ve always believed my ancestry and that incident had always been linked in one way or another.
I do believe in ghosts and hauntings etc. I just don’t know what to make of that.
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