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23rd September, 2011 - This was the night before I even read my first creepypasta. I remember it so clearly. The dream I had. I was laying in my bed, back straight. It was dark in my room. I usually will have my TV on, so it isn't completely dark. But all I remember is laying there, with my eyes open, so dark. Then, I remember seeing a body stretching through my wall, like it was trapped in there. It seemed to want to get out. I heard painful screams. It felt so real. Apperently, it was a dream, because after this happened, I swung my hand against the wall, trying to hit the person, and this is what woke me up. I woke up, with my hand in pain from swinging it against the wall. This made me feel uneasy, so I slept with the lights on that night. The next day, I learned about creepypastas, and began to read them.

During this time, I read many famous creepypastas, such as The Rake, The Slenderman, video game creepypastas and I watched every clip from MarbleHornets. It all just fascinated me. I stopped reading creepypastas for a bit, and started to hang out with my friends a bit more. But the last weekend, I stayed up all night Friday night and slept probably all day Saturday and woke up Sunday, but this is where it gets creepy.

29th or 30th October, 2011 - I slept all day Saturday, and had many dreams, waking up and falling asleep. But there was one thing that happened. I honestly don't know whether to call this a dream or not, because it felt so real. It was dark in my room once more, no TV on or anything, and I was laying back straight in my bed. But this time, there weren't people in my walls, as far as I know. As I was saying, I was laying there. Then, I hear the most ear piercing noise. I'm not sure what the noise was, but it didn't sound like a scream. My eyes, closed, clinched in pain. During this time, I was trying to open my eyes. I wanted to know if something was there. I tryed so hard to open them, but I couldn't. I couldn't move my hands at all. It felt like I knew that something was there, making that noise, but I didn't know what. I remember sitting up straight so quickly, just trying to open my eyes. At this point, I could move my hands. I scratched at my eyes, trying to open them, but they wouldn't. After this, I don't remember anything else. I just blacked out. The last thing I remember is being in bed at 4am in the morning, watching TV. I'm wasn't even sure what happened, but I could not sleep any longer. I was too afraid to go to sleep.

Even now, as I type this, I am still afraid to sleep. I just don't want anything to happen like this again. I have never had anything like this happen to me before, even in my dreams. So that is basically why I am posting this.

I know it's not much, but if anything else happens, and I dearly hope nothing does, I will edit this post with what happened.


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