I am writing this on behalf of the people who have or will have the same life experience I encountered. The human mind is delicate, it can create things that are not really there, overthink simple situations, and even make it seem like something happened in the past when it really didn’t. Are memories really exact frames of what really happened or is it what the mind created out of the situation? Let the game of life begin. Whether or not this is a gift or curse, it 's always followed me, waiting for the perfect moments to strike. To this day I cannot tell if it 's real or fantasy, but it has always been there watching me grow up. From an early age I never really noticed it, but thinking back and looking at the memories captured in photos
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It’s a family name and has been kept along the generations, but the curse has only followed me. The feeling of always being watched has stuck with me since I was young due to the figure. I have realized that the mind is a very powerful thing, but when it comes to the shadow, every nerve, sense, and feeling is firing at all circuits. The closer it gets the crazier my mind thinks and can turn a simple drip of a sink into the scariest situation. I pray every night for that feeling to go away and I get reassurance that it will because for that moment it disappears sending me into a deep sleep, but that’s when it happens. It was never being awake the memories or thoughts that overwhelmed my mind, it was the dreams. It was always there showing itself only for the smallest moments, as if it wanted me to know where. Every dream was so vivid I can remember them all and that for sure is no fantasy. The situations had started to become real and it was like every day could have been dejavu, but it wasn’t there for only the darkest hours, it was there for some of the best. It has never shown to be good or evil, but it has been around for both. I always considered it evil because of the way it made me feel, but as time went on I couldn’t tell …show more content…
I never heard a voice or a sound from it, but could feel it whenever it was around me. It was always watching, always making sure I was alive basically. No one else could feel it or see it but me. I would only be able to catch a glimpse of it, while driving every time I looked in the mirror I would catch it slowly leaving the corner and just seeing that dark spot set me off every time. Now, I am 25 years of age, still yet to have a family of my own because I’ve always ran it trying to get away. I figured it was evil because it always showed itself after something in my life I prayed for it to go back from wherever it came from, but it wouldn’t, it never backed off, but would only become closer when I feared it. At this point, I had given up until the night it all made sense. I awoke from a dream late at night breathing heavily, with my heart pounding at what felt like 100 mph. I realized it was the first time I had slept well without having a dream. I sat up and drank some water and I noticed that I didn’t feel it. I was shocked it wasn’t there, so I reached to put my water back on the nightstand and there it was. The object I beheld was a large box, almost the size of a chest with a picture of my grandfather and I when i was very young. Accompanied with the photo was the chest and inside was letters with dates on them filled to the top. They were
It’s a family name and has been kept along the generations, but the curse has only followed me. The feeling of always being watched has stuck with me since I was young due to the figure. I have realized that the mind is a very powerful thing, but when it comes to the shadow, every nerve, sense, and feeling is firing at all circuits. The closer it gets the crazier my mind thinks and can turn a simple drip of a sink into the scariest situation. I pray every night for that feeling to go away and I get reassurance that it will because for that moment it disappears sending me into a deep sleep, but that’s when it happens. It was never being awake the memories or thoughts that overwhelmed my mind, it was the dreams. It was always there showing itself only for the smallest moments, as if it wanted me to know where. Every dream was so vivid I can remember them all and that for sure is no fantasy. The situations had started to become real and it was like every day could have been dejavu, but it wasn’t there for only the darkest hours, it was there for some of the best. It has never shown to be good or evil, but it has been around for both. I always considered it evil because of the way it made me feel, but as time went on I couldn’t tell …show more content…
I never heard a voice or a sound from it, but could feel it whenever it was around me. It was always watching, always making sure I was alive basically. No one else could feel it or see it but me. I would only be able to catch a glimpse of it, while driving every time I looked in the mirror I would catch it slowly leaving the corner and just seeing that dark spot set me off every time. Now, I am 25 years of age, still yet to have a family of my own because I’ve always ran it trying to get away. I figured it was evil because it always showed itself after something in my life I prayed for it to go back from wherever it came from, but it wouldn’t, it never backed off, but would only become closer when I feared it. At this point, I had given up until the night it all made sense. I awoke from a dream late at night breathing heavily, with my heart pounding at what felt like 100 mph. I realized it was the first time I had slept well without having a dream. I sat up and drank some water and I noticed that I didn’t feel it. I was shocked it wasn’t there, so I reached to put my water back on the nightstand and there it was. The object I beheld was a large box, almost the size of a chest with a picture of my grandfather and I when i was very young. Accompanied with the photo was the chest and inside was letters with dates on them filled to the top. They were