When asked to write a scary tale of my
previous years, one very distinct terrifying story comes to mind. My great aunt
mickey had been in town visiting from out of state. She was a very lovely lady
that was stricken with a learning disability, never allowing her to have a job.
Her husband and all of her children had died over the years, but she still
remained enthusiastic and kind. We were sitting at dinner one night after she
has been staying at our house for a number of days, as she began to tell us some
truly disturbing stories. She told us that ever since she has come to our
house, she has been seeing ghosts. Startled, my mother asked whom, wondering
what would cause my aunt to say such a thing. My aunt replied by telling us
that a man has been visiting her in our home. She said that he would watch her
sleep over the bed, and follow her around the house. Alarmed, I asked if she
knew this man, and wondered how someone could have sneaked into our home with
the alarm activated. My aunt replied saying that he was one of the nicer people
that visited us here, and that others would taunt her and get into her face.
She specifically brought up a man that she claimed had no face and that would
walk around the house and come and get right into her face at night. At this
point, we thought that she had been joking and laughed until we saw her look up
behind my seat at the table. We asked what she was looking at and she said
"Him" and that he was right behind me. Chills ran down my spine as I
slowly turned to see this man. No one was there. We eventually changed the
dinner conversation and I forgot about her story until that night. My aunt would
always come to my room to tell me goodnight, and this night was no different.
The only difference is what she said. She cracked my door and said
"Goodnight Brian, We love you". I sat frozen in fear as she closed
the door, unsure of what creature or ghost was in my presence. Now she always says,
"We love you", and I can always feel an uneasy presence in the
air.
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