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I don't know how many of you may have encountered this already, on your daily trawls through the interwebs, but if not can I draw your attention to this ongoing story of sppoky occurrences from the flat of one Afam Ellis (@moby_dickhead) who far the past few weeks has been posting about a disturbing little boy who appears to be haunting his dreams, and some associated weirdness going on in his flat since that began...
The first post was dated from Aug 7th this year and the story goes as follows:
So, my apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child and he's trying to kill me. (thread)
He started appearing in dreams, but I think he's crossed over into the real world now.
The first time I saw him, I was experiencing sleep paralysis and saw a child sitting in the green rocking chair at the foot of my bed.
He had a huge misshapen head that was dented on one side. I did my best to draw it:
For a while he just stared at me, but then he got out of the chair and started shambling toward the bed.
I couldn't move because I was paralyzed. (I have sleep paralysis fairly often. It sucks.)
Right before he reached my bed, I woke up screaming.
I had another dream a few nights later, where I was in a library and a girl came up to me and said, "You've seen Dear David, haven't you?"
I was like, "Who?" And she said, "Dear David. You saw him."
She continued, "He's dead. He only appears at midnight, and you can ask him two questions if you said 'Dear David' first."
Then she added, "But never try to ask him a third question, or he'll kill you."
I was very shaken! Having two dreams about the same thing is pretty weird. Anyway, a couple weeks passed without incident.
Then, David came back in another dream. Same situation—I was in bed, and he was sitting in the rocking chair near the window, staring at me.
In the dream, I say, "Dear David, how did you die?" He mumbles, "An accident in a store."
I say, "Dear David, what happened in the store?" He groans, "A shelf was pushed on my head."
I'm frozen with fear. I ask, "Who pushed the shelf?" David doesn't answer.
I realize that I've asked a third question, which I'm not supposed to do. At that point, I wake up, absolutely terrified.
The next couple days I google deaths in the city, but can't find anything about a kid named David dying in a store.
I even try different names—Daniel, Dylan, Devon. Nothing. A few weeks go by without incident.
Sort of randomly, the apartment above mine is vacated, and I have the opportunity to move into it. It's a larger apartment, so I'm thrilled.
Another month or two goes by, and I sort of forget about Dear David. I think he lost track of me because I moved upstairs.
But lately, something strange is happening.
For the past 4 nights, my cats gather at the front door at exactly midnight & just stare at it, almost like something is on the other side.
Last night I got a weird feeling and looked out the peephole, and I'm dead certain I saw movement on the other side.
When I opened the door and turned on the hall light, nothing was there, but my cats seemed unnerved. Bushy tails, etc.
And that's where I am right now. Dear David found me, I think. I don't know what to do. I'll keep you updated.
And to his credit he has. Really quite regularly.
The cays do appear to be doing this every night at what he claims to be the same time. Video of that can be found Here and Here.
Both cats in later posts.
He even ended up drawing some kind of protectional line in Salt around the doorway.
Has anybody else been following this? Could all be bunkem, sure. But to follow this guy going through his paces of instigating the weirdness has been kinda fascinating.
The first post was dated from Aug 7th this year and the story goes as follows:
So, my apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child and he's trying to kill me. (thread)
He started appearing in dreams, but I think he's crossed over into the real world now.
The first time I saw him, I was experiencing sleep paralysis and saw a child sitting in the green rocking chair at the foot of my bed.
He had a huge misshapen head that was dented on one side. I did my best to draw it:
For a while he just stared at me, but then he got out of the chair and started shambling toward the bed.
I couldn't move because I was paralyzed. (I have sleep paralysis fairly often. It sucks.)
Right before he reached my bed, I woke up screaming.
I had another dream a few nights later, where I was in a library and a girl came up to me and said, "You've seen Dear David, haven't you?"
I was like, "Who?" And she said, "Dear David. You saw him."
She continued, "He's dead. He only appears at midnight, and you can ask him two questions if you said 'Dear David' first."
Then she added, "But never try to ask him a third question, or he'll kill you."
I was very shaken! Having two dreams about the same thing is pretty weird. Anyway, a couple weeks passed without incident.
Then, David came back in another dream. Same situation—I was in bed, and he was sitting in the rocking chair near the window, staring at me.
In the dream, I say, "Dear David, how did you die?" He mumbles, "An accident in a store."
I say, "Dear David, what happened in the store?" He groans, "A shelf was pushed on my head."
I'm frozen with fear. I ask, "Who pushed the shelf?" David doesn't answer.
I realize that I've asked a third question, which I'm not supposed to do. At that point, I wake up, absolutely terrified.
The next couple days I google deaths in the city, but can't find anything about a kid named David dying in a store.
I even try different names—Daniel, Dylan, Devon. Nothing. A few weeks go by without incident.
Sort of randomly, the apartment above mine is vacated, and I have the opportunity to move into it. It's a larger apartment, so I'm thrilled.
Another month or two goes by, and I sort of forget about Dear David. I think he lost track of me because I moved upstairs.
But lately, something strange is happening.
For the past 4 nights, my cats gather at the front door at exactly midnight & just stare at it, almost like something is on the other side.
Last night I got a weird feeling and looked out the peephole, and I'm dead certain I saw movement on the other side.
When I opened the door and turned on the hall light, nothing was there, but my cats seemed unnerved. Bushy tails, etc.
And that's where I am right now. Dear David found me, I think. I don't know what to do. I'll keep you updated.
And to his credit he has. Really quite regularly.
The cays do appear to be doing this every night at what he claims to be the same time. Video of that can be found Here and Here.
Both cats in later posts.
He even ended up drawing some kind of protectional line in Salt around the doorway.
Has anybody else been following this? Could all be bunkem, sure. But to follow this guy going through his paces of instigating the weirdness has been kinda fascinating.
