I'm a seventeen-year-old girl hailing from the UK, and the unsettling events of this story unfolded during a fateful spring when I was still seventeen. It was a few weeks before the culmination of my first year of college, and the month was May. The tale begins as twilight cast its shadows over the landscape, and an ordinary task turned into a series of chilling encounters that would forever linger in my memory.
The evening in question revolved around the routine task of bringing our three Shetland ponies back home from the grassy expanse near our residence. The grass bank, where the ponies roamed during the day, was bordered by two distinct lots of trees – the little and big forest. I found myself walking along the top of the bank, closer to the big forest, and that's when I first noticed it.
Amid the trees of the little forest, a white figure seemed to be hiding, peering out at me. The figure was fixated, staring directly at me. Confusion and fear gripped me as I discerned that it wasn't a mere figment of my imagination. The figure persisted in following my every move, and an unsettling feeling settled in. To quell my growing unease, I resorted to talking to myself, laughing off the eerie encounter. But every time I looked back, the figure was still there, eventually running along the treeline.
Feeling a rising sense of danger, I sprinted home, shouting at the enigmatic presence. However, the haunting feeling of being watched persisted. Days later, the unnerving encounters escalated. On a mundane day after college, as I traversed a less-traveled path away from the college grounds, I heard peculiar sounds behind me. What started as skipping soon transformed into the heavy footsteps of an unseen presence. As a naturally paranoid person, I looked back repeatedly, only to find no one in sight. The footsteps, sounding larger than life, continued, and a sense of dread enveloped me.
Suddenly, the footsteps quickened, as if someone were running toward me. A swift turn revealed nothing, but the invisible presence seemed to match my pace. It was then that I felt a cold grip on my shoulder, accompanied by a sinister, low laugh. Whatever it was seemed to walk right through me, leaving behind an inexplicable chill.
A few weeks later, the strange occurrences took a new form. It was late at night, around 10:00 or 11:00, when a sudden craving led me downstairs to the kitchen. Through the window, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. Anticipating clothes on the line, I did a quick look, only to find an empty backyard. Yet, etched in my memory was a grotesque sight – black eyes with a white shine, a deranged and crooked smile, and a face that appeared melted with strange lumps. Traumatized by the experience, I quickly grabbed what I sought and fled back to my room.
The haunting images stayed with me throughout the night, enveloping me in a cold sweat. Despite a few more glimpses of the entity, the encounters eventually ceased, leaving me desperate for answers about what it was and what it wanted. The mystery lingered, casting shadows over my thoughts, as I grappled with the memories of those chilling nights, forever marked by the shadows of the unseen.
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