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Hallucinations

I've been hallucinating lately, and I wish I knew what they wanted so that they'd leave me alone.

By Mercury Z. FugerePublished 4 years ago 5 min read
Hallucinations
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I don't know where to begin, so I'll start with my first encounter. Before I get too far into it, these are things that I've seen over the course of my short life, and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't criticize or tell me that what I saw is fake. I'm tired of hearing it. A warning to those of you reading this, there is one particularly gorey memory that I will be discussing, so if blood bothers you, now is a good time to turn back. Without further ado, let's begin.

The first time I remember having a hallucination was when I had been around seven years old. I would wake up in the middle of the night and stand in my doorway, looking across the hall at my parents room. I'd stand there for a few minutes that felt like an eternity, debating if I wanted to sleep with them or not, but then they started to appear. I don't remember how many of them there were, but they all stood at about six feet tall, had white scleras for eyes, and all were the same silhouette of someone in battle. None of them had discernable features, they all were just shadows except for their eyes.

This went on for a few years and it scared me to be completely honest, but there was a period where I didn't see them, but I could feel their eyes on me. Fast forward to when I was eleven years old. I had a fever of 101 around 1:30 in the morning, and I was laying awake in bed staring at the shadows on my walls when I saw him. The Grim Reaper stood beside my closet and stared at me. I could see him clearly, skeleton face and empty eye sockets, tattered black cloak, and large scythe. He spoke to me after what felt like an eternity, his voice was a raspy whisper. He told me that he would see me soon, and that he would vanish if I turned on the light. I turned on the light a moment later and sure enough, he was gone. I ran to my mother repeating that I had seen the grim reaper over and over again.

After that, the hallucinations stopped for a while, but then they started again when I was in my teens. This time, I saw a woman in a white dress standing beside my desk out of the corner of my eye. When I looked towards her, she was gone. I think I was around 13 when that happened.

When I was 15, there were a lot of them that hit me, not literally. My mother's boyfriend was remodeling his house, and he invited my mother, brother, and I over to see the progress he had made. I was wandering down the main hallway, and when I reached the end, there were two rooms I could go into; one on the left, and one on the right. Something seemed to pull me into the room on my left, and it felt like I was in a trance when I stepped over the threshold.

Suddenly everything was covered in blood; the walls, ceiling, floor, everything. There was a drain in the middle of the floor and I could hear the blood dripping from it and into the pipes below. I could hear screaming, someone pleading for their life, then laughter, then crying, then all three at the same time. I could feel someone standing behind me when I got close to one of the windows, their breath was cold against the back of my neck, and I knew that I wasn't welcome there, but I couldn't make my feet move to get out of that room. It was when my mother called my name a few times that the vision vanished and whatever was behind me was gone.

A year later, I was taking a nap in my walk in closet, I did almost everything in that room, and I had an out of body experience. One moment I'm shutting my eyes, the next, I'm in the doorway of my walk in closet. I couldn't move, all I could do was watch my unconscious body. Suddenly, something grey and humanoid was kneeling above my sleeping form. It was emaciated and ashen, with long greasy grey hair that hung in dreadlocks around its head. I guess the closest thing I can compare it to is Gollum from The Lord Of The Rings. It didn't do anything other than stare at me. Then it retreated back to the crawl space in my closet and I woke up a minute or so later, chilled to the bone and near a panic attack.

Things calmed down for a while, but lately, they've been starting again. The first one was a couple months ago, and I really wish that he'd leave me alone. I was doing laundry in the basement of my mom's house, and when I came up the stares and into the garage, he was standing at the top of the stairs. His skin was black as pitch, and his eyes glowed orange, he was around 5'9, not intimidating in stature but the vibe was all wrong. He was smiling a smile of too many teeth for a human mouth, and without thinking I walked through him chanting "nope!" the whole time. This was the second time I encountered him.

The third time I encountered him, was about a month ago. I was at my boyfriend's apartment, and I was lighting a scented candle in the bathroom to help get rid of the bleach smell from cleaning, when I saw him sitting on the bed in the bedroom across the hallway from the bathroom. I only saw him out of the corner of my eye, but I know for a fact he was there.

Finally, the last one, was of a gremlin looking creature. My boyfriend and I were trying to fall asleep, when I saw the thing crawling towards me from the foot of our bed. I tensed up and stared at the creature, it was glowing a dark white glow, and it smiled devilishly at me. My boyfriend must have sensed something because he began shifting, causing the creature to vanish, and he sked me what was wrong. I told him that it was nothing, and we both fell asleep without incident.

If you have any suggestions for getting rid of these things, please let me know. I don't want to be plagued by them anymore, but something tells me that I'm seeing them for a reason. I don't want to, but I can't help it. Again, if you have any ideas as to getting rid of them, please reach out to me. Thank you.

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About the Creator

Mercury Z. Fugere

One of the best things we have is our imagination. In the words of Robin Williams; "You're only given one little spark of madness, you mustn't lose it.".

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