Why do we humans pray only when problem arises? I could ask this over and over again and still be dissatisfied at the answer.
Yesterday morning I prayed for longer hours, cleansed my room by burning spiritual incense, changed the sheet and by night time, i challenged myself to watching the grudge 1,2 & 3 on Netflix. Guess what?
I wasn't scared anymore after watching the first part, so I joyfully decided to do a movie marathon of watching the 2 and 3 and other movies till 1am.
Unfortunately i never made it to 12:30 am, I was in the middle of watching the third part when the pictures on the wall in my room started screaming, multiple footsteps were heard running in the ceiling and invisible animals were hissing, clapping, howling and laughing like hyenas.
Although I closed my laptop immediately without shutting it down and hid under the duvet yet, I felt a wet hand with no body crawl under my duvet, tear my white shirt and touch my bare back.
This morning I woke up to find traces of fingernail scratches on my back but when I checked the back of my shirt, I found zero evidence of it been torn.
That was when I realized my number one mistake is to never display my courage so soon. To tell you the truth, my night has become disturbingly gripping
Believe me when i say relying on discomfort is the one string that has kept me going, don't be confused about that because am as confused as you on whatever that means but i have come to realize that been courageous encourages the dark side to afflict you more.
You need to look miserable and feel helpless for them to give you a break, appearing weak will make them bring their walls down, that should give you enough time to find an exit door 🚪.
its called strategizing, a strategy that can either kill or save you. One fact remains, no matter what method you adopt, they will always be one step ahead of you, it's not surprising, the walls have ears so keep your plans to yourself.
Annabelle, i hear a whisper of my name coming from under the bed, the ring in my palm drop from the shake of my body and roll in-between the mattress and the wood.
From the position i am currently, i pushed my chest forward while my butt is still seating on the bed, stretching my hands to grab my ring when something suddenly grabbed it from my hand.
I yelped, retreating my hands back to my chest. Annabelle the voice called again, don't be mad at me that am not screaming my lungs out or rushing to dash out the door.
No matter how long or loud i scream for help, no one will hear me as long as i am in this room, they made sure of that.
Dashing to the door is like adding more salt to an injury because the second my left or right foot steps out, i immediately end up back into this room, yeah, that is exactly what am dealing with right now.
I pretend to be delighted and sigh in discomfort at the same time before climbing down to lift up the mattress and to my surprise, i found a old dusty diary sewed to the bottom of the mattress.
I searched for a blade and carefully loosened the diary from the bed, it was partly covered in cobwebs too and the writing on the front cover of the diary was definitely grandma's handwriting but why and how was it sewed to the bed?
I put the mattress back down and seat back on the bed, turning to the first page of the diary, there was an instruction from grandma rose saying,
86Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ65msAX9BqN
Dear Annabelle, 86Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtMUEbdNLys
My sweet little bubble, if you are reading this right now means they have found you too. There isn't much time to explain my origins, you need to write exactly what you saw in your dream on the first night of your encounter with the dark side in this first page, that will help break the link between you and their world.
Love Grandma.
86Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeAtXBefEUu
Is this luck or curse? Should I be thankful I found the diary, maybe but not yet so, I quickly grabbed a pen and did as I was told.
On the first night I slept in grandma's room, I felt my heart rate drop. A foreign presence surrounded me, continously walking in circles around my bed, and a heavy weight was placed on my chest.
Slowly I became weaker and weaker by the minute, next, the setting changed I was now in a bloody room filled with headless bodies.
I tried to wake up from this bad dream but the weight on my chest doubled in size, that was when I prayed for a miracle to wake me up.
Then, i saw a big symbol drawn on the wall in red and black paint, have seen it somewhere if only i could remember but I couldn't recall where exactly i came across it.
When i tried to touch the symbol, I woke up with a stinging pain in my left shoulder.
End of dream.
I smiled at my write up, happy I was finally having a break through, rest in peace grandma I said feeling my eyes getting heavy, why am I suddenly tired and sleepy I ask myself feeling my hand getting numb and my breath slowing down, even the pen slipped from my hands to the diary, my gaze turned to the diary at the exact time a shocking reveal happened but i wasn't strong enough so I succumb to the sleep panicking on what I have done.
ns 15.158.61.12da2
