I have always believed in ghost, spirits, whatever you want to call it. Usually, I'm very good at feelings a presence around me. However, last night I felt nothing. Partly, and most likely, because at the time my mind was too overwhelmed with pleasure to notice anything else but the feelings driving my body crazy. Nonetheless, my boyfriend did feel it and it was full of animosity towards him and possessiveness over me...or at least he says. However, the thing is I believe him because he is not a strong believer of the paranormal: ghost, spirits, yada yada. Here's how it all started. My mind was turned away completely to my surroundings. I was blissfully content in being lost to the sensations overwhelming my body. My bedroom was dark and the house alone, but for me and him...and apparently some entity. My mother and my brother had just left the house to go drop off my cousin. I was laying down on my bed facing my door, but my eyes were closed and my mind unaware of anything. He was hovering over me, coveting my body, and caressing me in places that should be left alone until marriage. Everything was spinning and I was quickly loosing all control of myself when he unexpectedly stops. HE STOPS! I was like W.T.F. I tried to pull myself together and as the fog of pleasure started fading and my head began orientating itself, I realized how still he was. "Why'd you stop?" "Someone's in the house" The fridge shudders and ice falls into the ice machine. "Amor, no one is here. It's just the fridge." "No. Someone is here." I sit up and quickly pull the light switch on. I look at my door frame and around my room and see nothing. I look at him and he's freaked out. He gets off my bed and starts searching the house and switching all the lights on. I follow him. No one is in the house. "Amor, you were probably just hearing things" He turns around. Looks at me dead in the eye. Leans into my ear and whispers, "There's someone here. I saw their shadow at your door." And he begins to search again. We walk back into my room and I sit down on my bed. He comes to sit in front of me. I've never seen him so shaken before. He turns to me... "I saw their shadow in the hall. The closer they got the darker and pitch black the hall got.
As if someone was walking towards your room. It stopped right in front of your door. I felt him.
He was like a big man. And you know that feelings you get when you're being looked at. I felt that.
He was looking right at me. Staring at me. He's possessive over you. He stared at me like W.T.F I was
doing with you. He was pissed." "Are you sure it wasn't your imagination playing tricks on you?" "Why the fuck would I stop touching you for my imagination." Silence. It doesn't feel so real to me because I can't feel the presence. And I'm thankful for that. But at times at night I have woken up to feel like I'm being watched. It freaks me out and I usually just sleep with my light on and it goes away...that feeling. Other times when I'm in the shower, I'll zone out and stare at the shower door. My parents door to our shower is a clear but blurry one. Where you can see through,
but all the images on the other side are disorientated. And when I snap out of it I don't
ever know why I feel the need to look out the door, except that I do. However, I still don't feel like I'm being looked at. Or maybe I do. I don't ever know. Sometimes, though, this feeling just comes over me like my chest is being imploded by external forces and I panic and I need noise (preferably Disney Channel) or someone talking to me (so I call a friend and hope they answer quickly). To say the least, since last night, I'm scared to go into the shower and suddenly feel that urge to look out the door again. I don't want my imagination to drive me crazy. I've considered showering in my bathroom, instead of my parents, but then our bathroom is located in the middle of the hall and I just think: Fuck that!
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