This is a little story that I want to tell because it's really freaking creppy, so yeah. So, I was living in a department with my grandma, grandpa and aunt (My mom and dad don't live with me) and it was a white department near the school I went, the building had two departments and I was living in the one above. It was all good the first months living in it, except that the neighbors were always talking about us (in a bad way) because my grandma always screamed when she was mad. So, a few months later, the son of the owner came in and said that his father died in a fire, along with his little brother. I felt bad, because sometimes the little kid came over to play with me or the son of the neighbours. The kid often said that he liked the apartment and wanted to know how it was to live there. He was like 11 years old, he died too young. So, like 3 weeks later, I had a pretty weird dream, where I was in like a hammock and a lot of people were carrying me to a tall building, and I woke up feeling like I felt down. Later, after school, I talk with the son of the neighbors (he was 10 years old) and the first thing that he told me was that he had a weird dream. I was like ohmylordhelp and he told me he had a similar dream, and we suddenly felt like the ghost busters and started to do weird things like solving no sense mysteries and stuff (I was 8 years old), so, we kept having the same dream for freaking years, but not too often. Just like three times in a month. But we never told anyone. We kept normal lifes like other kids (except I didn't cuz I had depression and I was unique and differentft and things k bye). So when he was 12, he moved because his high school was too far. Weeks later, some guys moved here, and they were like a group of 6 guys. They're not important rn , the important thing was that one night, I suddenly woke up at like 2AM, and saw this little white kid whitout legs like running, and I was so scared, I couldn't sleep, so I just was in my bed.... whitout closing my eyes. And then I hear like little screams downstairs, and I freak out, but I was too scared to get out of my bed and tell someone, so I just keep hearing, and thinking that they were just watching a movie or something, so I fall asleep. So, like 7 months later, I think it was February, we move to another house (the one I'm living now) and weeks later, we got news that the persons were kidnappers.
Years passed... Now I just got a feeling that someone watches me almost every time, but I'm ok with it actually, so I don't worry too much.
So that's the story, p creepy. Someone has another story?