I understand that most things written by teens on this site are instantly disregarded as fake or stupid. I am a teen and I'm not here to troll or mess around. This is my ghost story and it's long.
My name is Matt by the way.
It all started about 14 years ago in Novato, CA. I was 2 years old living with my grandparents and I noticed this tall shadowy black figure with a white face standing in the corner, he said he wanted to be my friend in his gurgled not raspy but hazy like voice, its like he was having trouble speaking.
For the next year and a half or so we've spent everyday together. He was there when I was awake and when I went to bed standing over my bed watching, I trusted him. Well, one day I and my family decided to go to the Russian river.
I'm playing in the shallow water of the sandy beach and then "faceless" as I have dubbed him suggests we play in the deeper water being the stupid naive kid I was, I agreed and slowly swam out to the middle of the river until something grabbed my ankle and started to pull me down. When I looked it was faceless grabbing me with a gnarled sharp black claw.
I passed out about halfway to him, and when I awoke my ankle was bleeding and I was coughing up large amounts of water. To this day I don't know what caused the attack, all I know is that faceless is still here and he doesn't seem like he is going to be leaving any time soon. I will share more later I have to go, going to the movies with my girlfriend. I may write more tonight; depends on how I feel after the movie and whether faceless is up and about.
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My major concern with your story, and it could simply be because you aren't giving us enough details, is how you didn't drown. You were 3 1/2 years old. You were in the middle of a river and something was dragging you down. You were a baby, not someone trained in survival. I realize that events that happen when we are children are sometimes remembered differently when we are older. I hope that's the case with this one.