SEC-S30W5: Spooky Bedtime Stories | The strange visitor

Hello friends and welcome to my blog. Who’s ready for a spooky bed time story?

Some nights, what feels like a dream isn’t a dream at all…

It’s been a very tiring week for Zara, after the ordeal about her flight being delayed and her getting home at almost midnight, she could use a good rest unbroken.

Just when she thought she was up for a good rest, she had the strangest encounter with a strange visitor.

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She didn’t know whether she was dreaming or wake but it seems like she was half asleep. It felt like a dream and also felt so real.

A figure walked into her room through the locked doors. She knew she had locked her doors before going to bed and she was all alone.

The figure has the shape of a young girl, about an average of height but with a veil over the face. It was a male suit jacket.

She laid in bed frozen with her eyes wide open staring at the strange veiled figure before her. The only thing separating them was the mosquito net which she lay in.

She was covered in goose bumps as she imagined what this was all about. She wanted to move but her body felt like a death weight was placed on her.

She couldn’t move neither could she scream. The figure starred down at her as if looking for a way to get through to her.

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As she lay frozen, all she could do was mutter prayers over herself in her spirit for her mouth was too heavy to move.

The figure before her paced up and down the length of her bed as if looking for how to get to her.

She could do nothing but only continued to pray. The figure disappeared and came back almost immediately.

She was still frozen and unable to move. The figure this time paced to the head of her bed and back towards her legs.

Zara felt her legs were outside the net and tried to drag them inside while still watching the strange visitor. It disappeared again and reappeared from the table facing her bed inside her room.

This time around the veil was gone and she looked up at the stranger in her room and it was the face of a girl, dark and ugly.

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The strange visitor looked down on her one more time but was unable to harm her or touch her.

It seemed there was a barrier between them that’s stopping the strange being from touching her but Zara knew it wasn’t the mosquito net she was sleeping inside.

Still frozen and unable to mutter a word, she intensified her prayers within her heart and just then the spirit vanished.

Zara jerked out of the experience to real life. It felt so real. Goosebumps covered her as she lay still on her bed wondering what just happened.

This is not a fictional story. This was my experience two months ago. Early February. It was an aerie experience, one I don’t wish to relish again.

Who is the strange visitor and what could she probably want was the question ringing in my mind till date?