#violent ghost

jew-tube submitted: 

This is 100% percent true. Not a lot of people believe me, though. Here’s hoping you do!

When I was 14 I was really into old timey prisons and such, and as a present my mother saved all her money and sent me to a day camp at a 1800’s prison turned museum for a week. I was rather excited about it and I learned many things about the past, and what kind of people were sent to jail in those times.

At the end of the week we had a sleepover at the prison to experience what it would have been like to be a inmate in those times. We were to be locked up in a cell for 24 hours alone, with meals served on a tray and slid through our door. To choose which cell we slept in, we had to pick a number (the number being the cell number) out of a hat. This was to make sure we did not have cells beside our friends and try to talk to them.

I’ve always been one to be drawn to places with spirits, even if I wasn’t aware there was spirits there. Sometime, spirits would seek me out, and talk to me, some in full sentences and some in single words. But they weren’t always pleasant to deal with.

Anyways, I had pulled my number out of the hat, and I felt very strange holding it. It wasn’t like the other kid’s. It was crumpled, wrinkly, and the handwriting was atrocious. I could barely read the number, but eventually I made out: 235.

We all dismissed to our cells, and the doors locked automatically when we closed them, no turning back. It was about 9:30 at this time and that meant lights out. It was silent throughout the whole building.

At around 12:30 I awoke to feel as if someone was watching me. The cell had no windows and the only light was the moonlit corridor, in which I could barely see. I closed my eyes and ignore the feeling, thinking it was my imagination.

I sleep on my back, with my arms completely straight, head facing up. Just as I was starting to fall asleep, I felt something above me, about 3-4 inches. I opened my eyes and saw nothing; but when I lifted my arm the air felt heavy and dense. The room was too quiet then.

I jumped out of bed and called for my counsellor, Ben. I said it loud enough for me to hear an echo. The whole building was completely silent. I called for him again but no answer. I got louder and louder and I was starting to shout.

I felt a strong hand on my shoulder and I panicked, I was screaming then. I was screaming for a good 3 minutes before anyone heard me. In those minutes the hand felt like it was gripping tighter and it was hurting now.

Ben came running down the hall, with his keys in hand and frantically opened the door, when he did I darted down the hall.  He told me that I wasn’t supposed to be in that cell, and bad things happened in therel. They never assign that cell to anyone to sleep in. I showed him the red mark on my shoulder and he put ice on it. I also showed him my piece of paper that I pulled from the hat, he told me neither him nor his co-counsellor Emma had written this, and I needed to stay in the counsellor cell that night with him and her.

I have no idea what that spirit wanted from me. I don’t want to know what he wanted. I had a bruise for weeks afterwards and it was blacker than night. Ben refused to tell me what had happened in that cell. I don’t want to know that either, anymore.