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Style Every Home Lately there has been strange occurrences that have been brushed aside by my family and I but when thought about are very disturbing. Before I describe what happened to me a couple nights ago, I'll tell about what I have seen before this incident and things that my mom has experienced as well. I think between the fight or flight senses I am a weird mixture of freeze and a very slow flight. One night I was walking to the living room to get my phone charger which I had left in there. It was dark and and the only light that was on was the stove light. When I entered into the living room for some reason I stared behind the couch at the coat rack. That thing has always creeped me out. It looks like someone standing there in the dark, motionless and waiting to jump out at me, but I chose to ignore it most of the time. Before I could walk any further I saw a head duck behind the couch. Now this figure had probably been there the entire time but I just didn't notice it until it moved. In that moment I just stood there in absolute terror and then slowly backed away and returned to my room. I ended up cautiously returning later on to get my charger though if anyone was wondering to switch stories, there have already been two different times where my my mom has come to me and said that she heard me calling her name when I hadn't. The first time she was in the bathroom during the day and heard me say mom. When she got out of the bathroom I wasn't there and I told her that it wasn't me who called her name. The other time I was in my brother's room watching a TV show pretty late at night with him when my mom walked into the room and said said I just heard you calling me and I woke up. You sounded distressed or something. We brushed it off as weird like we usually do and went on doing what we were doing. However, this latest experience of mine had us all thinking that something is going on in this house. The night this happened it was around 2am, unable to go to sleep due to my mind racing at a million miles per hour hour. I felt more uncomfortable than usual both mentally and physically. But finally at around 3am I fell asleep. I would wake up at random points in the night half asleep and exhausted and began to have strange sleep paralysis episodes. They were bothersome, irritating and anxiety inducing. One involved a buzzing sound that a large whirl wasp would produce echoing around my room now, buzzing sounds have always bothered me, especially since I have a slight phobia of any buzzing insect. After that, my room started warping like I had just finished staring at an optical illusion. My fake plants began looking scarier as the leaves seemed to resemble sharp stretched out arms. I felt a strong out apprehension that this would all get worse. And I was right. After these short but distressing episodes, I fell back asleep only minutes later. Surprise, surprise. I woke up again. This time nothing was in my room. Or so I thought. I felt a presence on my right, the side of my bed that wasn't pressed against the wall. At that moment, the paralysis I was experiencing was strange. I could move my head, but it was a major burden to do so. It seemed terribly heavy, and all my eyes wanted to do was close again. With a strong effort, I turned slowly to my right. Kneeling beside the head of my mattress was a black figure. Its shoulders were hunched over disturbingly me, and all I could make out was its wiry short hair. For some reason I am not aware of, I thought this thing was my mom. I gasped. Mom, I said. Don't. Don't do that. It was harder to speak than I expected. The thing giggled. If that wasn't enough to make matters worse, it sounded exactly like my mom. After that, it disappeared. I don't know what exactly is happening or why. We have been experiencing something in this house that likes to mimic the people who live here. All I could do is hope that I never see that thing again. I haven't been able to sleep for some time now. It comes and goes in chunks of time, like stagnant river of still water weighing me down with an endlessly relentless restlessness that keeps me mired in a mud pit of worries and impossible intrusive anxieties that, like the coming of day, will never come to pass. I think I'm on day three and I feel like I'm starting to lose my mind. Every time I think I have gotten at least a fleeting chance of catching some rest, something will inevitably come to mind that plucks me out of that liminal state between wakefulness and my dreams and back into the boggy dread of the dead of night that by now I know better than my own mother. I know better than to utter a single word of this to anybody. But perhaps in my writing I can get this off my chest. And maybe if I'm not getting my hopes up, I can put my mind at rest and finally lay down to at least one night of decent sleep. I can only wish for such A mercy at this point I have always had difficulties when it comes to getting to sleep. Like I said, this tends to come and go, but as of late late I haven't been able for what has to have been about a year of hellish hay fever, of night sweats and a near nightly sense of dread and doom coming, followed by hours upon hours of harrowing what ifs, whose faults and why isn'ts until like a switch, the dark of the early morning is broken by the first chimes of the dawn choir of finches living in the maple trees that line the avenue my house lies on and where I live, if you want to call it living. By the time the day begins to break, when the sky lightens and the soft sound of early morning commuters sleepily driving by begins to hasten, I can set my mind at ease to a certain degree, and the ceaseless worries of the night before go silent as I drift into a light city stillness that substitutes a proper night's sleep. But it doesn't come. No drugs, no drink, no medication or meditative effort seems to be helping lately, and I feel like I'm going mad and there's nothing for it because eventually the light come low and scatter the shadows of the houses and trees of my subdivision into the low lying rivers of darkness. And she or it will be back. Yes, she. Whenever I give into exhaustion and try to tuck into my bed, I close my eyes and I try to get comfortable until some time goes by and it becomes apparent that I'm not alone. It starts as a flow of ink in my mind's eye as I lay with my eyes closed and swirls into a multitude of muddy colors in formations I have never seen elsewhere or been able to describe. As I struggle in vain to open my eyes, I increasingly feel an outside presence somewhere in the room with me, lurking as the atmosphere begins to gain weight around me and I can't open my eyes to see physically, as the unyield yielding heaviness of the air begins to increase, my ears pop and a low and building hum comes into my mind that gets louder and louder and the underlying sense of doom in my surroundings becomes so unbearable that I forget myself. Where I am, what I'm doing and who I am leave my mind. As the sense of approaching death comes to me, a bizarre sense of burning pain starts to overtake my entire body from my feet slowly up to my head and the swirling mass of indescribable forms and hellish void start to materialize into a face, the face of a grotesque, soulless husk of a girl or woman or something that takes up every bit of my vision. I'm having a nightmare, I used to say in my mind, and the girl, sallow and revolting, would start to grin an unnaturally wide and jagged smile as her hollow and empty eye sockets still seemed to suggest a cruel and evil gaze, and an echoing whisper in a warm putrid breath slithered into my ears. You do not rest. You do not sleep. You do not dream. Paralyzed and hopeless, I lay in my bed, unable to escape her gaze, desperately trying to pry my eyes open, only to come to the horrifying revelation that they are already open, my eyes only widening to an unnatural extent as the figure above me stands outstretched and hungry with its slender skeletal body hunched hungrily over me, her gaunt face twisted and rigid, less than an inch away from mine. The smell in my nostrils was rank, like an overwhelming sweetness mixed with the smell of warm decay and hot, moist breath. She continues to stare at me with her face contorted, just as still as I was as I lay, unable to move or break out of paralysis. My heart is pounding so hard it feels as though it will explode at any moment, all as the shrill and yet somehow sing song sound of her whisper echoes over and over in my mind. You will not wake. You will come with me.

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This is a real good story about Bronx and his dad Ryan, real United Airlines customers.

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We were returning home and one of the flight attendants asked Bronx if he was he wanted to see the flight deck and meet Kathy and Andrew.

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I got to sit in the driver's seat.

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I grew up in an aviation family and seeing Bronx kind of reminded me of myself when I was that age.

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That's Andrew, a real United pilot.

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These small interactions can shape a kid's future.

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It felt like I was the captain.

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Allowing my son to see the flight.

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That's how Good leads the way. Like a skipping needle on an ungodly record player, she torments me. All I can do is resist and fight to keep my sense of self, which seems to be slipping away into her decaying and spindly fingers as she continues to smile and a twisted and gleeful sense of malice as I try desperately to regain control of my body in a last ditch effort to make the sign of the cross with my tongue, hoping that will save me. And she howls a screeching cackle that sinks into a deep and guttural laughter. I suddenly gained control of my eyes and shut them tightly as quickly as they came to mind. All I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding and the blood coursing through my veins. And after what feels like a lifetime, I am able to regain control of my breath and start slowly to calm myself down. I am able to regain control of my breath and slowly start to calm myself down as the sound of my heartbeat starts to dissipate. I realize I am alone. As the soft and familiar chirping of the neighborhood birds come to my mind, I breathe a sigh of relief and the soft glow of daybreak tells me the long night has finally come to an end. I wish I could say this is a one time experience for me, just an awful case of sleep deprivation or a terrifying recurring nightmare. But my reality is far worse. As peaceful as my house is in the daytime and as silent as my mind at daybreak can be, I know that as soon as the night comes, as soon as I lay down again, she will be there, waiting. Even during the day if I try to get some rest, I can still feel her in my periphery, peeking at me from the other room or lurking around the corners, smiling and whispering all the time. Whispering and laughing and gazing at me with hollow and hungry eyes. Help me. Me. I'm lying here in my bed, an uneasy feeling churning in my gut. For weeks now, she won't stop smiling at me. It's not a friendly smile, it's unsettling. I see her everywhere. On the bus to and from work, at the grocery store, the library, even at the deserted gas station that only has three, three regular Customers. I don't have anyone to reach out to because I live in a small town where the police take nothing seriously. I dread having to take the bus tomorrow. I know she'll be there, waiting and smiling. Morning. 5:42am I have just woken up from a dream about her. In it, she wore a long orange raincoat. I looked out my window and saw her standing at the bus stop, her orange raincoat in the dingy brown leather backpack she always carries. I don't understand why she carries always seems empty. In the dream, she wasn't smiling. I woke up immediately after spotting her. I jumped in the shower, hoping the first feeling would wash away. After dressing in my suit and slipping on my shoes, I headed out the door. To my relief, she wasn't at the bus stop this morning. I got on the bus and stood as we drove through the neighborhood. About four minutes later, we arrived at my workplace. I took the elevator to my office. I used to get coffee in the lobby, but now I avoid social interaction. My co workers might notice. The other day, a work buddy asked how I was doing. I told him I was fine, but I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them what was going on. Besides, I'm a man. I shouldn't be intimidated by a woman who smiles at me. So why AM I that evening, 6:12pm I just got home. Still no sign of her. But why does that worry me even more? I don't have time to dwell on this. My boss gave me papers to fill out, claiming they needed to be done by Monday. It's Friday and there's a stack of papers in my bag. Later, 8:31pm I've completed about a third of the papers. I want nothing more than to lie down and go to sleep. I undress and take a hot shower, the most relaxed that I can get. Afterward, I put on my sleep clothes and microwave a cup of noodles. I kick back in my recliner and watch a random TV show while I eat. 9:47pm I turn out the lights and double check that my doors are locked. I hop into bed and pull the covers over me. 2:56am I wake up for no apparent reason. My throat is dry and I need to use the bathroom. My small apartment has only one bathroom all the way on the other side of the apartment. I go anyway, not turning on any lights to stay sleepy. After finishing up, I grab a glass of water and head back to my bedroom. On the way, I notice my window is wide open. I can't believe I forgot to shut It. I guess my memory isn't the best, even though I'm only 32. I shut the window and go back to bed. 3:09am there's someone in here. I can feel it. I am being stared at. 3:11am I see her. She's sitting in the corner of my room, her back turned to me. Her wet brown hair hangs over the back of the chair. She's rocking slightly, singing a lullaby in a language I have never heard. I'm staring at her while wide eyed. I strain to move, to scream, to do anything, to get away. But I can't. It's like I'm not in control of my own body. She stills and stops humming. I feel a tear roll down my cheek. Am I crying? Her head slowly turns all the way around to look at me. She's not smiling. Her face is unreal. Pale blue eyes, hollowed, a skeletal nose, thin flaky lips. Her body is disturbingly skinny. Every bone visible. Beneath her raincoat is a floral lace nightgown, also drenched. Her breathing is a sickly rattle. She lowers herself from the chair to the floor. The floor. Her bones cracking with each movement. She crawls toward the foot of my bed, her limbs moving unnaturally. She climbs into my bed. I can't move. I can't scream. Tears are falling. She looks into my eyes blankly. No smile, no blinking. She lies beside me, wraps her arms around me and rocks me back and forth, singing that same disturbing song. I still cannot move, but something inside me doesn't want to. It's as if I can feel her heartache and pity. Her hours go by as she rocks me, singing the song. I start to feel sick. She quiets and crawls out of my bed, her bones cracking as she leaves. She crawls out my window. 9:21am it's as if nothing happened last night. My window is completely locked and everything is just as I left it. So what do you think this was? Sleep paralysis? It's been months and I haven't seen her again. It all felt so real. I don't know what to do. It's.