(Okay, this isn’t one of the normal “demons burning skins” or “ghost protecting me” stories, but I don’t know what happened, so I’m getting your thoughts … here I go.)
I’m just a simple 16-year-old living in a normal house in England. It seemed like a normal day to me—school first, then come home to spend some time on Windows Live Messenger (MSN). Soon it was 10:30 PM and I decided to pack up my laptop and go to bed.
For the first 15 minutes I was daydreaming, eyes wide open, staring into my wardrobe that I left open. I have a mini-door leading to a small room that contains wires and pipes (nothing scary), and I noticed it was still open, as my father had been working in there that morning. I thought nothing of it and went back to daydreaming—for some reason I “thought” I was still on MSN and talking to someone. I didn’t know who it was because all I saw on the screen was:
“help me …”
All through the conversation, all they kept saying was:
“he’s got me, send for help …”
I couldn’t stop thinking about this; I don’t know why. It all went silent for a while, so i ignored it and tried to get to sleep. Then, after what seemed about 30 seconds, I heard the MSN alert noise and this person was back talking to me. This time they were sending voice recordings (what i thought were voice recordings) and he was saying the same things:
“help me … he’s got me!”
This time more aggressive. Then in one more final attempt, he typed “help me” like this”
“h . e . l . p … m . e .”
Being myself, I got cheeky and typed back:
“n . o ;)”
Again it went silent, and then he replied:
“fine.”
As soon as the message came up, that wardrobe door slammed shut—I mean with force, and it wasn’t wind. I freaked out and everything went black. I never found out who was trying to talk to me, and I never heard from them again.