The following story I’m about to tell you is completely true.
It was a night in December. About an hour after I’d fallen asleep, I woke from the sounds of footsteps creeping down the hallway. I figured it was my big sister, so I fell back asleep. A few minutes later, I woke up again. I heard the refrigerator open. I threw off my covers, walked to my door, and stepped into the hallway. It was almost completely dark other than the dim light coming from the T.V. in my room. I glanced around. I didn’t see or hear anything. Walking to sister’s room, I found her lying asleep in her bed. Confused, I walked across the kitchen to my parent’s bedroom. They were also fast asleep. I heard someone behind me. Heart thumping in my chest, I slowly turned. There was nobody there. Looking down, I saw bloody footprints leading to my room. I tried to scream, but I felt as if I were suffocating. Very slowly, I walked alongside the path of bloody footprints. Carefully avoiding the blood, I stepped into my room. There was a girl on my floor, covered with blood. She was shaking and twitching. Abruptly, she froze. She lazily turned her head at me. I let out a strangled scream. Her face appeared mangled, bloody, and her eye sockets were empty and illuminated a bright red. I felt my body sway and my eyes rolled back.
The next morning, I woke up in the hospital. My head hurt and my vision was blurry. My mom was bent over me, concern burning in her eyes. After I explained what had happened, I could tell that she wasn’t convinced. As the doctor walked in, she felt my head and told me to get some rest. I was 10 years old then. It’s been 6 years since the incident, and nothing unusual has happened since. We moved to a new house and things couldn’t be better. Nonetheless, I will never forget the event that changed my life forever. For 2 months after the incident, I stayed up and was too afraid to come out my room until the sun came up or my mom came in my room. It was traumatizing and scarring. My mom still thinks I had a bad dream or that it was something I ate. I don’t know if what I saw was a hallucination or not, but I think I didn’t imagine anything that happened that night. My sister had a similar experience. The only difference being that she woke up covered in blood. Our cat was found dead in the laundry basket. We all had a traumatic experience in that house. Later on, we found that my step dad’s uncle had died in that house due to an overdose. No one had known until 2 years of supernatural happenings. No matter what anyone else says or thinks, we know what we saw. We’ll never forget it regardless of scientific evidence. It’s all just rumors. Some people are lucky enough not to have to go through things like my family and I had to. But I’ve never felt stronger.