Due to your kind words on my last story I have decided to share more with you. A few years had passed and I had began living life as I was around the age of six. We moved to a new house thinking that would separate me from the shadow person because we didn't know if it had really been my grandmother, demons or evil spirits that can take many different forms.
Anyway, in our new house things seemed to get worse. I'd be sleeping in my room then I'd wake up screaming in a cold sweat, scared to death that something was trying to kill me. Night after night the nightmares came. Nothing could seem to quench the thirst this thing had for me after weeks of these nightmares. My mother took me to the doctor thinking it was something mentally.
Well the doctor had told us that maybe I was just under stress so he prescribed me melatonin which is a sleep aid for childeren. They didn't work. The nightmares became more and more graphic. Here let me explain one of these dreams to you. It would start off with me in my room, then a sudden urge for me to go into the basement would take control so I did. Then when I got down there the door would shut behind me. I would be lead toward this one room then tackled and stabbed. Imagine that happening to a six year old.
Now my room and the basement were connected, only a baby gate separated me from the dark abyss. Anyway months passed with these nightmares still happening. My birthday was soon, so I tried to ignore these things. So I invited a few friends over and they were spending the night with me. Well I avoided the creepy gate. Hours passed of us just talking when all of the sudden my cousin Brian screamed, something ran across my hand. Me and him were afraid as it was until my friend Caleb thought he'd be brave and sing the Freddy Cougar theme song. Slowly he sang one...two...Freddy's coming for you three...four...better lock your door.
Right as he finished, the gate to the basement flung open and something grabbed Caleb's foot. We ran to him frantically. We grabbed him and pulled as hard as we could, then we ran into the living room to sleep with my parents. The next day my parents told me why the house was so depressing and dark. A man had killed himself in the room down stairs, the same one from my nightmares.