I could feel my heart pounding and my breathing erratic, my palms were sweaty and I could feel something approaching slowly closer to me. Part of me was wondering if it was my family trying to scare me, because if so, I was definitely frightened out of my gourd.
I had the uncontrollable urge to scream as loud as I could, yet something was stopping me. It seemed the harder I tried, the more difficult it was for me to move, much less scream. The sound became even louder, and the moaning became more eerie and menacing.
I thought that whatever was out there was going to end me. I never felt so desperate for someone to come help me. I kept thinking over and over that this nightmare needs to end, NOW! I can remember sobbing and gasping for air as I struggled to maintain what little sanity I has left in me. The last thing I remember was my head spinning and a red glow approaching the entrance to the barn.
Next thing I remember, is a soft click, as the door slowly opened up. I quenched my eyes tightly shut, hoping that it would all be over soon.
The next thing I remember was being shaken, saying it's time to get up and breakfast is ready. I looked up and saw my adopted brother staring at me, asking if I slept good. My mouth was very dry and I mumbled "what happened ?" He just smiled and said to hurry up so I don't miss the bus.
I sat up and slowly walked back inside the house, wondering if this was real or just a dream. So off to school I went, and when I came home, my adoptive father asked, "what happened to the barn door? I looked at him surprised, like I had no clue what he was talking about so I shrugged my shoulders.
I went outside, to do my chores and saw fresh scratch marks on the barn like something was trying to get in. After a few days, the memory of that night faded away and is still a mystery to this day.
Prayers,
Mandie
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