Happy Deathday to You...and Other Stories to Give You Nightmares by George E. Stanley

It had gotten so bad that I would scream and thrash around like a brat well into my teenage years if I was ever forced to sleep alone. This helplessness that I would supposedly feel in an imaginary situation like that pretty much destroyed my childhood. It would always just lay on its side, watching me with shining, unblinking eyes, and I would be too afraid to do anything - too afraid to move or scream.

The weirdest thing is that I never imagined this monster, or whatever it was, harming me in any way. One of the starkest memories of my childhood is lying flat on my back in bed, feeling too scared to close my eyes, thinking that if I do, someone will appear next to me. For as long as I can remember, I have been deathly afraid of sleeping alone. 'I wouldn't even have found out about this if it hadn't been for my strange fears and paranoia. I am not superstitious, but I saw what I saw.' Finally, my grandmother decided to cleanse the house and I haven't noticed anything suspicious since then. Once, my bua (aunt) told me that something had also touched her feet beneath the computer table. However, I didn't think of it much.Īfter some days I started to see some women in white around my bed at around 2 a.m. It was clinking like something was stuck inside it while it was upside down. I didn't believe her until, one day, I saw a glass move by itself. After a few weeks, my mother said that she had been noticing stuff move in the kitchen by themselves. I would feel something rubbing my foot from beneath the table but I thought of rats and tangled wires as the explanation for it. It has been almost 10 years and he still maintains that there was someone behind me.Īfter a few days, I started feeling uneasy around the table that my computer was on. However, as expected, there was no one there. He kept on asking me to look behind me and I finally did. But I asked him to describe the person and he said that it was a boy of around 10-12 years, wearing a red t-shirt. I didn't turn to look because I thought that he was playing a lame-ass prank on me.

After some seconds, he asked, 'who's the person behind you?'. Suddenly, my friend froze for a second but the video wasn't interrupted.

One day, one of my friends called me on Skype and we spoke about stupid things that I can't even remember. The internet was new to me and video calls were the shit among my friends during those days.

Happy Deathday to You...and Other Stories to Give You Nightmares by George E. Stanley