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Ihad an interesting experience this summer in France. I was trying to get to sleep alone in a tent on a very stormy night. I was a little jumpy because the rain was coming down in such hard torrents and I wasn't very confident my tent wasn't going to collapse! As I was finally falling asleep, I became convinced there was a man outside my tent -- I had an image of his walking along side it outside. I grew more and more anxiety-ridden.
Suddenly, it was as if there was a man --a soldier-- on top of me. He was holding me down with his entire body, and using a hand to cover my mouth as I struggled from beneath him. He spoke quickly in another language (German? I've only had one semester of it, so I'm hesitant to pinpoint it as such). It was dreamlike in the sense that I couldn't really move or scream, which if this sort of thing really happened I am absolutely positive I would have no trouble doing either.
Then, I woke myself up with my own cries and gasps--and I was there alone in my tent and just fine. I slept there for six weeks with no other incident (I'm an archaeologist, it was our field camp), though someone with a tent nearby mine got up one morning about 2am or so, to urinate and claimed he saw a figure pacing the end of the field we were camped in, along the edge of some woods (actually around where my tent was).
One other girl, with a tent a bit further down from mine, also claimed at one point that she felt some sort of presence--an unpleasant one at that, whom made her uncomfortable--outside her tent. I almost always have unpleasant, often disturbing dreams, but this was by far the most vivid--I didn't realize I had even fallen asleep until I woke up.
I think what I dreamed/experienced may be related to the other two incidents that occurred in camp?
Ihad an interesting experience this summer in France. I was trying to get to sleep alone in a tent on a very stormy night. I was a little jumpy because the rain was coming down in such hard torrents and I wasn't very confident my tent wasn't going to collapse! As I was finally falling asleep, I became convinced there was a man outside my tent -- I had an image of his walking along side it outside. I grew more and more anxiety-ridden.
Suddenly, it was as if there was a man --a soldier-- on top of me. He was holding me down with his entire body, and using a hand to cover my mouth as I struggled from beneath him. He spoke quickly in another language (German? I've only had one semester of it, so I'm hesitant to pinpoint it as such). It was dreamlike in the sense that I couldn't really move or scream, which if this sort of thing really happened I am absolutely positive I would have no trouble doing either.
Then, I woke myself up with my own cries and gasps--and I was there alone in my tent and just fine. I slept there for six weeks with no other incident (I'm an archaeologist, it was our field camp), though someone with a tent nearby mine got up one morning about 2am or so, to urinate and claimed he saw a figure pacing the end of the field we were camped in, along the edge of some woods (actually around where my tent was).
One other girl, with a tent a bit further down from mine, also claimed at one point that she felt some sort of presence--an unpleasant one at that, whom made her uncomfortable--outside her tent. I almost always have unpleasant, often disturbing dreams, but this was by far the most vivid--I didn't realize I had even fallen asleep until I woke up.
I think what I dreamed/experienced may be related to the other two incidents that occurred in camp?
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Want a good ghost story?? Here is what you require.........................
It was a rainy day. I woke up on my bed. The room was mine, the bed was mine. I clearly remember last day's incident. Yes I do remember. Last night due to loads of work I retired early. But suddenly I heard some noises. I felt as if somebody else was also there in the room. Then all of a sudden the lights went off. It was pitch black but I could make out a shadow standing in front of the door. It started to say something - a language I didn't understood. I was sweating. I tried to shout but fear got me. The shadow now said," I am the messenger of death. I have come here to take you. You have to die. You will die." These words echoed in my head. My whole being was aching. I fell on the ground. I didn't have the energy to stand up and I fainted.
That was all I can recall but I guess it is more than enough to occur. I went downstairs. Mum? Dad? No body was there. I called for them but nobody came. Suddenly I heard some cries. I went outside, into the garden only to find out that Mum and dad were crying. But why? The answer was not far. I could see a corpse kept covered nearby. I wonder who it was. I went near it to open the cover. Surprisingly nobody stopped me. Nobody was even alert that I was there. I opened the cover and found my dead body, full of blood lying over there...................
IT IS AN OPEN ENDED STORY!! IF U WISH TO MAKE IT A COMPLETE ONE THEN SURE ADD MORE TO IT
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HOPE THIS HELPS YOU...☺
Want a good ghost story?? Here is what you require.........................
It was a rainy day. I woke up on my bed. The room was mine, the bed was mine. I clearly remember last day's incident. Yes I do remember. Last night due to loads of work I retired early. But suddenly I heard some noises. I felt as if somebody else was also there in the room. Then all of a sudden the lights went off. It was pitch black but I could make out a shadow standing in front of the door. It started to say something - a language I didn't understood. I was sweating. I tried to shout but fear got me. The shadow now said," I am the messenger of death. I have come here to take you. You have to die. You will die." These words echoed in my head. My whole being was aching. I fell on the ground. I didn't have the energy to stand up and I fainted.
That was all I can recall but I guess it is more than enough to occur. I went downstairs. Mum? Dad? No body was there. I called for them but nobody came. Suddenly I heard some cries. I went outside, into the garden only to find out that Mum and dad were crying. But why? The answer was not far. I could see a corpse kept covered nearby. I wonder who it was. I went near it to open the cover. Surprisingly nobody stopped me. Nobody was even alert that I was there. I opened the cover and found my dead body, full of blood lying over there...................
IT IS AN OPEN ENDED STORY!! IF U WISH TO MAKE IT A COMPLETE ONE THEN SURE ADD MORE TO IT
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HOPE THIS HELPS YOU...☺
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