It was 2:30 A.M, and I had just gotten a bloody nose. Unfortunately, it lasted for about thirty minutes, so I was pressing tissues on my nose canal until 3:00. I was a bit alarmed about the time, because I knew that it was the hour that ghosts were the most active, but I decided to not worry about it much, and tried to go to sleep afterwards.
As soon as I lay down, I heard footsteps coming into my room again. It was David; great. I just hoped he wouldn't do anything to distract me while I was sleeping, so I told him to please search for the light, and reminded him of the deadline he promised. Then, I started to snooze.
It was an awkward dream. I was floating around the staircase moving at an annoyingly slow pace. The good thing was; I was lucid. I've always wanted to try that. Next thing I knew, I was at the bottom of the stairs abruptly near my basement, and then one of my friends, and his friend, (yes, I know, this friend seems extremely relevant in a lot of my stories), peeped around the corner of the walls leading to the stairs. I'd normally see people I knew in my dreams, but my friends' face was not blurry as usual. It was the clearest ever. Then, my friend unexpectedly gave me a "bear" hug, and I could feel myself slipping away from the dream.
As I woke up, I could see random pictures on the wall that should have been in my dream. For example, I saw a copy machine sitting in my room, and loads of other pictures on the wall. During that time, I felt tingly all over and heard humming in my ears. That soon passed. I first thought it was sleep paralysis, but I was capable of moving. I shook it off, got a drink and tried to sleep again.
This time, I heard footsteps out in the hallway; it was like someone was patrolling that area, and once jingling keys. Also, I heard the footsteps occasionally bump into the swivel chair, (ha, ha). I wasn't really pestered, until I felt a cold finger start randomly poking my face. It felt sort of real, but not real... If you know what I mean. The footsteps were still out in the hall, but there was something else poking around at my face. I couldn't register it well. Were there two ghosts? Who was in the hall, and who was poking me? Flustered, I tried to doze again, and did.
It was a dreamless ten minutes of sleep really. I don't remember anything I had dreamed. Waking up though was far from pleasant. As soon as I realized I was "awake", sleep paralysis took over. I hadn't had it for so long, I had forgotten what it felt like. Every time I tried to relax, the pressure got a lot harder. My ribs obviously didn't feel that good. I know that sleep paralysis is when your brain disconnects with the body, but my rib bones really hurt. The only thing that made them feel better was when I tried to wiggle my finger and tighten up. After a couple of minutes, the pressure subsided, and one of my rib bones was a bit sore. Thankfully, it was an hour before I usually woke up, so I was able to start the day.
Update with David: So, of course I gave David a deadline about when to leave or go to Heaven. If there are truly two ghosts around me, I cannot be positive about if he did leave, unless I see one of the ghosts. To help him, I asked to send an angel down to guide him up, and I just really hope it worked.
Sometimes, I can still feel some presence around me, and it's the "poke" presence that lingers. Perhaps "Poke" is a new ghost and needs help too? "Poke" can also be David... Anything helps. What do you think? Thanks a ton for reading.