Alrighty, this is my first post but definitely not my last. Before I start my name is Mark, I am 23, fresh out of university. This story takes place in my fraternity house freshman year and I was still getting used to the constant parties and messes everywhere (I'm a bit of a clean freak, but on with the story)!
It was around 1:00 am after the finals party and guess who was in charge of clean-up! So I was cleaning the upstairs balcony and to give you a picture it is a three storey house with the balcony on the second floor, there are two doors on the balcony on the right side witch lead to a bedroom, and also one to the left witch leads to a hallway with three rooms and a staircase at the far end of the hallway.
I was picking up beer cans while my brothers all slept. I bent over to pick up a can and I heard a male voice say "hey" so I say back while looking up to the doorway to the left "what's up?" All I saw was the screen door close so I walk over and open it say " Yo, bro what do you want?" I saw no one in the hallway! Now this was a hallway around 20 feet so you really had to book it to get anywhere, but what I did hear was foot steps down the staircase so I kept saying "hey" and yelling to get whomevers attention.
I went down the staircase witch led down to the kitchen and when I got in the kitchen I saw my brother, let's call him Joe, so I say "Joe what the **** do you want!" At this point pretty steamed and he's standing in front of the open fridge and he turns and smiles and it wasn't his smile it was evil and then, his eyes turned pitch black and black tears rolled down his cheeks and when he smiled he showed teeth usually but they weren't his they were bloody and a deep red, I will never forget this image, it still haunts me to this day that image of him.
But it got worse he started to walk towards me and things got really dark and he started to chant, now I'm bilingual and I am fluent in 6 languages including Greek and Latin and I knew that they play a part in demons and a lot of religious stuff but what he was saying wasn't comprehensible, it sounded horrible and just then his head shot to the left and he darted a look back at me and screamed and it was a loud blood curdling scream and then all of a sudden everything was normal and I was standing in front of Joe who was waving his hand in front of my face blurting " helloooo!" And I say "What happened?" And he told me that I was running down the hallway screaming his name and he came running to see what was going down to find me frozen in the kitchen. I was absolutely shocked and I still am today
This is 100% true no matter whatever anyone says and I'm scared by it
For those who believe me, can anyone relate?
Comments will be greatly appreciated.
Thanks
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[at] epic_fail I don't think correcting his use of English is what he asked for, Lolz. And the same goes to Khannie~
I know people, even had friends, that have graduated and still can't spell much better than my 10 year old brother. You don't go to college to learn how to spell, unless you take those kinds of subjects, so that comment, Khannie, was kind of narrow.
Back to my comment about your post:
I found this interesting, and if you can guarantee you was not "drunk" or "high" or under any other abnormal influence of any substance, even more so interesting. I ran a few runs into Google out of curiosity, and it is possible you hallucinated because of stress or/and being overtired. Though why the Demon-like hallucination? It could be anything, really.
Our mind is like an eternal library that can never be filtered out. Anything that goes in, stays in, and can influence "anything" we do in life, at any point or time. (Kind of why society dislikes young children watching horror movies, because the violence from it can induce influenced persona traits during teenaged years).
If your experiences have stopped, and everything's fine now, I wouldn't worry too much about it.
-Teddy