When I was around eight or nine years old, my mom told me to go to bed early on a summer night.
So I threw a fit and began screaming at my mom; “I hate you”.
My mom always told me never to go to bed angry because the devil can possess you and steal you. After slamming my bedroom door shut, I turned off the lights and laid down.
It was near midnight and I was still angry. Suddenly, I heard tapping by my door. I had chills run up my arms. Then I heard a voice calling me.
It sounded like my brother’s voice but he was calling me a nickname my mom used for me.
I figured it was my brother. So I started yelling at him to go away.
The voice taunted me with the nickname ’til my mom ran to the room and turned on the lights; “What are you yelling at?”
I sat up and noticed she was the only person in my room. I told her my brother came into my room and he started calling my name.
She looked pale; “Your brother is sound asleep in my room.”
It was exactly 12:00 AM on the clock when my mom walked into my room and it was freezing, even though my window was closed and the AC was turned off.
There was something in my room that night. And to this day, nobody in my family understands what happened.
All I know is that I’ll never go to bed angry ever again.
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