Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

We were having a perfectly normal day, everything was alright, and everything was wonderful. We were lying down together, talking. Both of us had wanted to try the Vampirism religion. He wanted me to drink his blood. I was extremely reluctant, but in the end had given in.

I have a history of blacking out. I’m afraid of razor blades and blood. I’m not sure why, just a phobia I have held for a few years now. I’ve lost consciousness over these subjects over ten times.

Kolton reached over the side of the bed that we were lying on, and produced a small razor blade that he uses to shave his face. I began to feel slightly woozy at this, but sustained consciousness for the time being. He told me not to look, and I covered my eyes with my right hand, feeling dizzier by the grunts of pain he made as he made a cut in his arm.

He had me open my eyes, and I saw the blood dripping from the deep, long cut he had made on his upper left arm. Immediately I began to suck on the blood, so I wouldn’t have to see it anymore, as I did not want to be sick. After a few minutes, I stopped, as I had had enough. The cut, however, would not stop bleeding. He had to take off his shirt and wrap it around his arm.

It was very strange, but one minute his eyes were their normal, beautiful bright blue. But when he opened his eyes again, they were glazed over, and appeared gray. They looked very cold. He told me he would like to drink my blood as well. I said, “Baby, you know I’m afraid of razors.” And I began to scoot away from him, as we were lying atop a bed. He grabbed me, and I was frozen in fear. I looked at him; his eyes were still glazed over. He had a razor blade in his hand. He cut my arm open and began to drink. I blacked out because of how much it hurt. It was a deep cut, which I do not believe he realized.

When I woke up, he was leaving the room to go get band-aids, babbling about how he wasn’t aware of how deep the razor had went in. I was breathing very heavily, I was panicking. After I wake up from being unconscious, I am always very scared and panicky.

He came back in the room with four band-aids. He sat down on the bed where I lay, and began to open up a band-aid. I blacked out yet again in the middle of this process most likely from blood loss or seeing the blood all over my arm.

When I woke up, he was pushing down on the last band-aid, asking me if it hurt. I began to cry, very much. He was acting like himself again, but his eyes were still glazed over, as if he was high. He smiled, but it did not look like how he usually did. It looked, evil. Scary. I was terrified. However, me being myself, when I am afraid I need support.

He wrapped me up with his arms, and I lay there weeping into his chest. I love to be comforted when I am scared or upset. He gently moved up my chin, I stared in to his filmy eyes. He said to me, in a soft voice, “Baby, I want to kill myself. I want you to do it with me. Please?” I began to panic, as we had both had a suicidal history. I began crying again.

“Baby, what are you talking about? Why are you doing this to me?” I said again and again. He was fully aware that I did not like to talk about death, or suicide. He said to me “Baby, it will be perfect. There won’t be any problems. We will be together forever. If you don’t come with me, I will go without you.”

By this time I was holding on to his hair, fists full of it. “Stop. Stop this. Stop this now. I’m not going to be abandoned again. I will not be abandoned again! You can’t leave me now! If you leave me now, it shows me that you never loved me and that you never cared about me!” I was yelling at him, through gritted teeth. There were tears covering everything.

He kept repeating, “I must go, I have to go.” His eyes were even filmier now. He was attempting to push me off of him; with great strength might I add. I refused to give up. I just kept grabbing on to him. Eventually, I jumped on top of him. I sat on his tummy, and pinned his arms down. He pushed me off of him, full force. I went flying to the opposite side of the bed.

There was a half-full can of soda on the table next to his bed. He knocked it over with his hand. He spit his gum out on to the table; I stared at him in disbelief. I grabbed the emptying can off of the table and sat it back down how it was before.

Kolton was rummaging through a drawer, and when he had closed it, he brought up a pair of very sharp scissors. I begged him, I pleaded with him. “Please don’t do this to me, please! Please! I can’t lose you,” And in an extremely aggressive voice, through gritted teeth, I repeated, “I CANNOT LOSE YOU! I WON’T BE ABANDONED AGAIN!” — to be continued ~ Possession The Ring And The Cemetery Part 2 will be here tomorrow – check back

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Written by Hannah Elizabeth Monroe, Copyright 2009