Although Halloween is long gone, there is a very spooky story I'd love to share. BEWARE: It's 100% based on a true story! Enjoy!
I was nine years old. It was around 2 or 3am. The house was dark and my parents and brother were asleep. I woke up abruptly in the middle of a horrendous nightmare. I was panicking and decided to wake my brother up. We both slept in the same room; therefore, it was easy for me to get up and talk to him. As soon as he opened his eyes and saw me, he yelled and told me to go back to sleep and stop bothering him.
As I was about to lay my head on the pillow, I saw a white face. The white face of a strange man. My heart rate sped up and I couldn’t breathe. The white face quickly disappeared. For the rest of the night, I cried silently under the covers. Years and years passed; I never saw the man with the white face again.
I had completely forgotten about him. I lived my life hanging out with friends, doing homework, and enjoying my first year as a teenager. 7th grade was the best year of my life. However, not every moment was the best. Looking back, there will always be one thing I’ll never forget. That was the moment I saw him again.
It was all dark. I heard a young girl screaming as I walk out of my room and out the front door. As I was walking out, I see the girl crying hysterically with her long black hair covering her face. My front door was wide open. I walk outside to see what had caused her distress. It was him.
The man with the white face was standing in the dark across the street staring at me. We both looked at each other for a full minute until I suddenly woke up. It was a dream. It always has been. But what if it was real? It was a school day, so I got ready and hopped on the bus. My friend was anxiously waiting for me in her seat. As soon as I sat down, she started telling me about her experience the previous night.
She was walking around her neighborhood with her friend when she noticed something peculiar in a stranger’s car. She pulled out her phone and showed me what she saw. In the passenger’s seat of the car was a man wearing all black with what looked like a white mask on. My heart sunk. The guy from my dreams is real. I knew this was a sign. Something bad was going to happen.
First, I saw his face on my pillow. Next, I dreamt about him years later. Then, one day after I have that dream, my friend shows me a video she took of him. This is strange. As an intrepid person, I decided to not be scared. I learned to accept what was to come. Now, as a junior in high school, I patiently await him and what he brings.