This is my first telling story about this. This story is my real one.
When I was 3, I still remembered that, I had so much bad dreams that looked so real. It was year 2000 and I was living with dad, mother and brother. I still remember there was “imaginary” friend, that names Andy. I had kid room with red plastic car. Andy was always like trapped inside and when I asked him, why can’t he leave, only he said “I can’t.” and that’s all. When I feel into sleep, I just woke up and there was like lighting lights on red car. When i get to car, everything go like heavy and wavy. Then I get somehow in to bed and everything was in the right places like nothing happened.
In next night I go to bath and some shadow running straight me to the door. I still remember how he looks. He was tall like 1,20m and he had no face and I feel really scared from him. I tried lock the door but it opened and I saw only man catching me. Then… I didn’t remember from the night anything. My mother said I have so much fantasy. But the thing was real.
I tried to understand the situations when I was 6. I had new PC so I just wanted to search this. I was really scared as I remember. I found one website about paranormal activity and devils. I was scared more than ever. In next day when my parents was working, I was playing with red car and waiting for my friend to came. Then everything goes different. The day light goes red and red car starts moving somehow. Then I heard speaking kids and one man and then red light goes more and more darker. Now the sky goes black and lights somehow doesn’t work. I was to run but something in my head goes like “It’s in normal now”. Then it goes to normal so I just jumped to the bed and cover my head and body.
I got so much questions for now. How did I get this fantasy in 3-4y.o., when I didn’t know anything of that? And who was that shadow?
Now im 17 y.o. living man in depression, that thing, that demons want to find me and let me die. Something in my head still say go suicide and be happier than now… But I tried so much time but then remember all things, that makes me now still alive. I don’t to say to anyone because they will thing that I’m crazy. So this is my childhood.
