I gotta stop watching paranormal thrillers. I was watching just a little bit of some cheezy netflix movie, with the worst acting ever, and still... that was enough to make my heart beat so hard it made my pillow shake as I lay on my stomach. Visioning the invisible children sucking me off the bed and bouncing me against the ceiling at a hard, fast pace. I think Corey just woke up and went downstairs, I hope he did anyway. I'm starting to hear creeks and cricks that I never heard before. My minds playin tricks on me...
Last time this happened to me I was living on Wilcox in what used to be one of the biggest crack buildings in the neighborhood with my X. I was loaded out of my mind, but still... I woke up one night to her 5 year old talking to the door, my X sat up and asked her who she was talking to and she replied in the calmest voice ever, "I'm talking to the little girl Mommy." Like that wasn't enough to completely freak me out she started telling me that the manager was telling her about people who died in the building and that it was definitely haunted. She used to sit up real quick in the middle of the night gasping for air and sweating, when I would ask her what was wrong she would just shake her head, say it was nothing, and go back to sleep. I never really thought much of it until she actually told me what that was all about one day. She said every once in a while a black spirit would grab her foot, or sit on her, and it didn't start again until I started sleeping in the apartment, which meant it wanted me out. I'm not really one for believing in fairy tales, but I do have a pretty deep respect for the unknown, and a massive fear of it as well.
One night I was watching her shitty, no cable having, television. It was late, around 2 or 3 in the morning, and the draft from the open window was making the green silk blanket we were laying under colder than the bathroom floor. Her daughter was breathing heavily in the bed next to ours, and my X was fast asleep. I started to doze off to an infomercial, but before I did, I rolled over onto my stomach and tried to tuck the blanket under my feet. The blanket was to short, so I just let my feet hang off the edge. The man selling his weird towels voice was getting blurry, as my head sank comfortably into the pillow. I would normally be getting up and leaving every hour or so to run back to my house and do another speedball, but that night I was comfortable enough to just lay there and sleep. My brain started drifting off into a dark place of happiness, when all of the sudden I felt something grab hold of my toe. I shot up like my X did many times before, and as I rolled onto my ass and put my hands at my sides I saw something. Something resembling the dark shadows from the movie "Ghost." As my blurred vision quickly came back into line sight, I saw this black shadow that almost looked like it was being lit by a strobe like sinking into the floor. staring at me the whole time, as it crept backwards into the shitty carpet. I was now sure that whatever she was talking about was real, and did NOT want me there. I got up and quietly got dressed, opened the door where the little girl was talking to her daughter, hoping not to see her, and made my way quickly down the hallway that might as well have been pulled from the set of "The Shining."
The dirty fingerprints on the walls were waving at me like kids in the back window of a school bus, as the bright yellow paint starting closing in slowly around my peripheral vision. The front door at the end of the hallway seemed to be getting smaller as I got closer... I could feel the presence of whatever had crawled into the floor sneaking up behind me. I ran... kicking open the front door and jumping down the three front steps leading up to the building. It was a weekend night and the ghetto birds were flying low, as the hip hoppers stood on the corner by Pla-boy liquor mad dogging me, but they were no match for what was following me down the hall, and what I may have brought out into the streets with me. As soon as I hit the street I felt a calm wash over me, I took a deep breath and made my way through the backstreets of Hollywood to my apartment. I never slept over there again, and never talked about it with anyone...
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