Hi, my name is Kyra. Ever since I was young I could see things that cannot be explained, but yet I wasn’t interested. I have experienced many things, including when I was little (I have a heart problem) I felt the air from angels wings and heard a prayer that hushed me to sleep, but also I have seen many evil things in my life. This is one of those stories it is completely true.
I was 12 at the time when this happened to me. My room was very, very, very messy. My bed was unmade, my closet over spewing clothes and knick-knacks. My dresser was completely, well disgusting. And mind you there was tons of clothes all over my floor, but I had a small room so it wasn’t hard to make it look like it did.
Anyways, I had one of my friends over, Alle, we were about to leave to go get some candy when we heard a noise from my bedroom, soon my cat ran out hissing. We got really scare, then my brother screamed “SHOW YOURSELF!” Alle and I looked at him with a what is wrong with you look. Then a black disk shot into my room, we left right then.
When we got back I was making us hot chocolate (it was winter in North Dakota) then I heard Alle scream and yell for me. I quick ran into the room and stopped dead on my tracks as I looked around my room. It was clean, my bed was cleared of clothes and the blankets pulled back, my dresser drawers were all pushed in and sorted, my closet was shut and there was a walkway to my bed and my dresser and my closet.
I didn’t sleep in my room for weeks. But I started having nightmares, about something watching me, I would carry on with my day as normal (in my dream) but I was watching from a distance, like I was somebody else, then at night when I go to bed I would walk over to my body and look just sit there and look then I would wake up and I could feel like somebody was near, or in the room.
A couple days after I had my best friend Hunter over as usual, but when were about to leave the coat closet started shaking violently, like something was trying to escape, me and Hunter just stood there, frozen with fear then it just stopped, so we took off. I was so scared I broke our door, I didn’t know that the chain was still on and ripped the siding off completely but we still ran out, we noticed when we were outside and I had half the door in my hand.
The more we lived in those apartments the more I became scared of my safety but we moved out because mold starting growing in my room, and mine only. But me and my friend still remember everything that happened there.
Thanks for reading
Sent in by Kyra Mills, Copyright 2011