She has long hair flowing over her face. I can barely see her eyes and her feet are not visible. Her white gown has some blood stains and her nails are creepy, She stretched her hands out for me. I called out for my wife sleeping next to me but no matter how wide I opened my mouth the voice never left my throat.
My body was paralyzed as if tied tightly by a rope and I have weird vibrations all over my muscles. I couldn't speak at all even though I made all efforts. It was terrifying on another level. I realized I was experiencing sleep paralysis.
Sleep Paralysis… A mental state we all might have experienced atleast once. Its anguish is ineffable. And yet I wrote so many words. Anyway, I wanted to give y'all a glimpse of it because of the story I am going to share with you now.
It's the creepy tale of a guy who I though had experienced sleep paralysis. But, he has a different version of the story. The New York-based Adam Ellis, who is 30 years old, has been haunted by the ghost of a child with a "huge misshapen head".
The story of Adam via his own twitter thread:
So, my apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child and he's trying to kill me. (thread)
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
He started appearing in dreams, but I think he's crossed over into the real world now.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
The first time I saw him, I was experiencing sleep paralysis and saw a child sitting in the green rocking chair at the foot of my bed.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
He had a huge misshapen head that was dented on one side. I did my best to draw it: pic.twitter.com/AJizlw7qXe
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
For a while he just stared at me, but then he got out of the chair and started shambling toward the bed.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I couldn't move because I was paralyzed. (I have sleep paralysis fairly often. It sucks.)
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
Right before he reached my bed, I woke up screaming.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I had another dream a few nights later, where I was in a library and a girl came up to me and said, "You've seen Dear David, haven't you?"
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I was like, "Who?" And she said, "Dear David. You saw him."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
She continued, "He's dead. He only appears at midnight, and you can ask him two questions if you said 'Dear David' first."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
Then she added, "But never try to ask him a third question, or he'll kill you."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
Then, David came back in another dream. Same situation—I was in bed, and he was sitting in the rocking chair near the window, staring at me.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
In the dream, I say, "Dear David, how did you die?" He mumbles, "An accident in a store."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I say, "Dear David, what happened in the store?" He groans, "A shelf was pushed on my head."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I'm frozen with fear. I ask, "Who pushed the shelf?" David doesn't answer.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I realize that I've asked a third question, which I'm not supposed to do. At that point, I wake up, absolutely terrified.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
The next couple days I google deaths in the city, but can't find anything about a kid named David dying in a store.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I even try different names—Daniel, Dylan, Devon. Nothing. A few weeks go by without incident.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
Sort of randomly, the apartment above mine is vacated, and I have the opportunity to move into it. It's a larger apartment, so I'm thrilled.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
Another month or two goes by, and I sort of forget about Dear David. I think he lost track of me because I moved upstairs.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
But lately, something strange is happening.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
For the past 4 nights, my cats gather at the front door at exactly midnight & just stare at it, almost like something is on the other side. pic.twitter.com/Y8nnVLv6b4
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
Last night I got a weird feeling and looked out the peephole, and I'm dead certain I saw movement on the other side.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
When I opened the door and turned on the hall light, nothing was there, but my cats seemed unnerved. Bushy tails, etc.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
And that's where I am right now. Dear David found me, I think. I don't know what to do. I'll keep you updated.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
Update: for the sixth night in a row, my cat has walked over to the door promptly at midnight and stared at it. pic.twitter.com/97oSBLfOIw
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
What is going on? pic.twitter.com/30mLSqYhXo
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
Ok, so I took a photo through the peephole cuz I'm too scared to open the door. I feel like I saw something.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I couldn't tell so I mustered the courage to open the door. Nothing was out there but I took another photo. Look at this:
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
Is it just me or is is there something in the first photo, right where the bannister meets the shelves? Hiding on the stairs. pic.twitter.com/s1g9bRzOPj
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I wasn't sure if it was a smudge or something so I took a second photo from inside. There was something out there. pic.twitter.com/NnHepK90aC
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I deadbolted the lock and got in bed because I don't know what else to do. I can still hear my cat meowing at the door.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I am pretty scared. pic.twitter.com/Z6CZ8c20EA
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
I'm heading to bed, but the cats are back at the door. They *only* do this in the middle of the night. It's routine now. pic.twitter.com/Ycb2JXpnFl
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (
He also added "I have no idea what’s next, but I’ll keep Twitter updated should anything happen! I definitely don’t think this story is over."
This guy is a writer and he has a book coming in next month. However, he claims that it has nothing to do with the above happennings. Presently he is out of town for the weekend and far away from his Dear Dear David...;)
If you are interested follow Adam on twitter for more updates...
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