Ghost Story submitted by: Vanessa
I was about 13 when it all happened, it was friday I don’t necessarily recall the date but it was in the summer. I had invited my cousin on my moms side over, since we were going to my uncles. She was like my sister at the time no one could pull us apart. When we arrived at my uncles, he told my parents and us what rooms we were going to be sleeping in.
My cousin and I usely got the bedroom beside the bathroom but that time my uncle put us in the room beside our normal room. I always dreaded that room and was so happy when we didnt have to sleep in there, it was a dark color red. I hate red on walls. I always have. It makes me feel angry and frustrated, but I sucked it up and went upstairs to put my stuff in the room. It was all crowded with boxes of stuff that my aunt would sell at her craft shows.
The worst part was a huge mirror in front of where I was going to sleep. I hate mirrors in my room or any room that I sleep in . Its a phobia for me. I cant even have the bathroom door open when I go to bed or I will not sleep. Then in front of the mirror were ceramic dolls. Ive always thought they were pretty but always nice to be kept away and not staring at you when you sleep.
Anyways that night my cousin and I did what we always did before bed and well talked for hours until my cousin fell asleep on me, that was normal for her. I was getting sleepy but having a hard time, because there was so much stuff in there that it would make anyone claustrophobic , and that mirror facing me. Everything was just driving me crazy so I just laid there and stared at the ceiling. Finally I fell asleep.
In my dream I was running not looking back, I was so scared too but I didnt understand why..So I got the courage to look back. There was this tall old man, he was all dressed in black, with a long black cloak on, and a black hat that looked like a cowboy hat but bigger around the sides. He smirked at me, as if he was enjoying me being scared, he was only walking having courage that no matter how fast I ran he would catch up. I kept running and running, until I saw a house with the door open, there was an old lady standing there waving me in.
I looked back and that man wasnt there anymore so I ran inside and the lady shut the door fast. She told me to hide. She told me he couldnt find me. Then she brought me into her room and told me to hide under her bed. All I focused on was getting under the bed, but when I turned my head I saw a huge window with the blinds open, revealing the center of the window. The old lady gasped and I wasnt sure what was happening until I saw his face in the window, she said “It’s too late he knows where you are”. I woke up and gasped.
I was so scared I didnt wanna go back to sleep, but then I saw the closet door open.. And he was standing there, the room was so small that there was no way I could get out without being beside him, he kept smirking. It was like he was telling me that he got me. I knew if he was going to come get me, that was going to be the last night of my life. I dont know why, even to this day but i just knew. When I turned the light on he was gone.
