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You're just a child with a wild imagination
I'm writing this because I do not know how much longer I have. And for the rest of the time I have; I want to write about my childhood and how I got here.
As a kid. I always knew the paranormal was real. My parent never believed in any of that "mumbo jumbo" my mother called it. She always said I was just a child with a wild imagination.
This all started, one day, outside the house when I had just turned seven. I remember it distinctly. I was outside, playing with my hotwheels in the dirt path. I heard something call my name. "*Jake*" I turned my head around so fast I probably got whiplash. I heart it again, but louder. "*JAKE*".
I then made the worse mistake of my life. I asked who was there. Little did I know; he'd never leave my side for the rest of my life. Let me get back to the story, now.
It then appeared right in front of my eyes. I remember as a kid, and a stupid one , That I accepted it in.. That was such a grave mistake. And I see that now. I started asking it questions, and I believe it gave me the truth. "Where are you from" I asked. "The depths of hell, Jake" it responded. Maybe it was trying to scare me? But the monotone in it's voice told me it was the truth. Even as a kid, I never believed in hell or heaven. The good and bad thing. The burning for all of eternity. It sounded crazy. And it sounded like a foreign language to me. How could any of us know? At least, until it was our time.
I remember then asking "why are you here". And it told me "to protect you, jake". And I believed it. But it was everything but the truth.
My mother then walked out to where I was playing. Apparently she had been watching me through the window; wondering who I was talking to. "Son, who are you talking to". She asked me. "My friend, mommy". I replied to her. "Such a jokester, come inside. Dinners ready". "But mom I'm not lyi-" she cut me off. "Knock it off. Come inside now." she demanded.
"Kill her, or I will" I heard it whisper. "Wh-what" I murmured under my breath. It then just disappeared. Of course I wasnt going to kill my moms. That was my mom. I headed Inside to eat my dinner. I still remember what we had like it was yesterday. We had something called the easy hobo dinner; it was supposed to be easy for kids to make. It was basically hamburger, potatoes, vegetables, and sausage with seasoning and jalapeños. It was really good. Actually. I'd never forget it. And I could never make it as great as she did. Yes, did. As in past tense. Let me get into what happened.
After me and my mother ate dinner. I told her I need to talk with her. "Mom there's a man that told me to kill you or he will". I tried warning her. But she looked at me with this hate in her eyes. "Come with me, I've had enough of your shit". She told me with the most genuine monotone voice I've heard. Its like she was waiting for a reason. But I can't blame her. I wouldn't have believe my child neither if I didnt experience this as a kid. I followed her out to the car. She drove for what felt like hours; in reality I was just in panic and fear. We only drove for about ten minutes. She walks me into the hospital and tells them I need help. She told them what I told her and I had to get evaluated.
I got asked so many questions ranging from if I see anything that isnt there, to if I want to end my life, all the way to if I want to kill my mom. Which, I didnt. I just tried to warn her. She just didnt believe me. I said everything right, no no and no. So something she said must've got me stay on watch. I didn't know what happened to her until years later when I moved in with my dad and he showed me the pictures. Apparently that night, when she left me at that hospital, her breaks were cut. I thought there's no way. It couldn't be. For one, I thought she just left and gave up on me. For two, was it that thing I saw as a kid?. It did tell me if I didn't, it would. I haven't saw it since that day. How would I ever find that out?. God. I wish I never even asked myself that. I wish I never had to see it again.
I forgot about it for years to come. I blocked it out of my memory. I never wanted to even think of it again. But it came back. About 7 years later. When my kid had turned 7. Just like I was. History all of a sudden is repeating itself. I knew I shouldn't have ever let him in. And now that I have. Its a curse for the rest of this blood line and for generations to come. It came to me one night. But it was like I was staring at me from my mothers perspective when in reality I was staring at my son through the window. Just as my mom was with me. "Jake, you didn't think I'd leave did you". Chills beyond what I could ever explain. I thought it was gone. It was done. But its back. Its right next to me and there's nothing I can do to stop my son from making the same mistake I did.
He looks just like me, playing with his toy truck. Its like I went back and I'm staring into my past when this all started. It disappeared. That's when I knew. It was on its way to corrupt my son. I ran out the house as fast as I ever have and brought him inside. I told him to sit down and that we have to have a talk. "Jake. Tell him anything about me. And I will kill him myself. Or you can let him make the choice." Now I understood why my mom brought me there. She wasn't trying to get rid of me. She knew I was telling the truth. She must've dealt with it as a child too. Maybe this was always a generational curse. Now I understand why they didn't believed in It. They didn't wanna prove to themselves it was real. But they knew. Just as I know It is real. And I'm about to tell my son everything after I write this last page. Whoever Is reading this. The do exist. Don't make the same mistake. Do not let them in. Never let them in.
© MattTheOneAndOnly
As a kid. I always knew the paranormal was real. My parent never believed in any of that "mumbo jumbo" my mother called it. She always said I was just a child with a wild imagination.
This all started, one day, outside the house when I had just turned seven. I remember it distinctly. I was outside, playing with my hotwheels in the dirt path. I heard something call my name. "*Jake*" I turned my head around so fast I probably got whiplash. I heart it again, but louder. "*JAKE*".
I then made the worse mistake of my life. I asked who was there. Little did I know; he'd never leave my side for the rest of my life. Let me get back to the story, now.
It then appeared right in front of my eyes. I remember as a kid, and a stupid one , That I accepted it in.. That was such a grave mistake. And I see that now. I started asking it questions, and I believe it gave me the truth. "Where are you from" I asked. "The depths of hell, Jake" it responded. Maybe it was trying to scare me? But the monotone in it's voice told me it was the truth. Even as a kid, I never believed in hell or heaven. The good and bad thing. The burning for all of eternity. It sounded crazy. And it sounded like a foreign language to me. How could any of us know? At least, until it was our time.
I remember then asking "why are you here". And it told me "to protect you, jake". And I believed it. But it was everything but the truth.
My mother then walked out to where I was playing. Apparently she had been watching me through the window; wondering who I was talking to. "Son, who are you talking to". She asked me. "My friend, mommy". I replied to her. "Such a jokester, come inside. Dinners ready". "But mom I'm not lyi-" she cut me off. "Knock it off. Come inside now." she demanded.
"Kill her, or I will" I heard it whisper. "Wh-what" I murmured under my breath. It then just disappeared. Of course I wasnt going to kill my moms. That was my mom. I headed Inside to eat my dinner. I still remember what we had like it was yesterday. We had something called the easy hobo dinner; it was supposed to be easy for kids to make. It was basically hamburger, potatoes, vegetables, and sausage with seasoning and jalapeños. It was really good. Actually. I'd never forget it. And I could never make it as great as she did. Yes, did. As in past tense. Let me get into what happened.
After me and my mother ate dinner. I told her I need to talk with her. "Mom there's a man that told me to kill you or he will". I tried warning her. But she looked at me with this hate in her eyes. "Come with me, I've had enough of your shit". She told me with the most genuine monotone voice I've heard. Its like she was waiting for a reason. But I can't blame her. I wouldn't have believe my child neither if I didnt experience this as a kid. I followed her out to the car. She drove for what felt like hours; in reality I was just in panic and fear. We only drove for about ten minutes. She walks me into the hospital and tells them I need help. She told them what I told her and I had to get evaluated.
I got asked so many questions ranging from if I see anything that isnt there, to if I want to end my life, all the way to if I want to kill my mom. Which, I didnt. I just tried to warn her. She just didnt believe me. I said everything right, no no and no. So something she said must've got me stay on watch. I didn't know what happened to her until years later when I moved in with my dad and he showed me the pictures. Apparently that night, when she left me at that hospital, her breaks were cut. I thought there's no way. It couldn't be. For one, I thought she just left and gave up on me. For two, was it that thing I saw as a kid?. It did tell me if I didn't, it would. I haven't saw it since that day. How would I ever find that out?. God. I wish I never even asked myself that. I wish I never had to see it again.
I forgot about it for years to come. I blocked it out of my memory. I never wanted to even think of it again. But it came back. About 7 years later. When my kid had turned 7. Just like I was. History all of a sudden is repeating itself. I knew I shouldn't have ever let him in. And now that I have. Its a curse for the rest of this blood line and for generations to come. It came to me one night. But it was like I was staring at me from my mothers perspective when in reality I was staring at my son through the window. Just as my mom was with me. "Jake, you didn't think I'd leave did you". Chills beyond what I could ever explain. I thought it was gone. It was done. But its back. Its right next to me and there's nothing I can do to stop my son from making the same mistake I did.
He looks just like me, playing with his toy truck. Its like I went back and I'm staring into my past when this all started. It disappeared. That's when I knew. It was on its way to corrupt my son. I ran out the house as fast as I ever have and brought him inside. I told him to sit down and that we have to have a talk. "Jake. Tell him anything about me. And I will kill him myself. Or you can let him make the choice." Now I understood why my mom brought me there. She wasn't trying to get rid of me. She knew I was telling the truth. She must've dealt with it as a child too. Maybe this was always a generational curse. Now I understand why they didn't believed in It. They didn't wanna prove to themselves it was real. But they knew. Just as I know It is real. And I'm about to tell my son everything after I write this last page. Whoever Is reading this. The do exist. Don't make the same mistake. Do not let them in. Never let them in.
© MattTheOneAndOnly
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