About two years ago something creepy happened to me, but chances are, I was in some strange half-concious state.
Luke had just visited some city that supposedly had a haunted street or something, which he saw on a tour. The tour guide told the common ghost stories of the neighborhood--one including a little boy ghost who strangled a woman when she went to bed.
A few nights later, something woke me up... It was like a whirling, forceful wind circulating over my body. I tried to call out, but I couldn't speak: no voice would come out at all except for some light, raspy sounds. Then I somehow knew the boy was behind me, standing between the wall and my bed. It was strange... Like I could see behind me when I was faced away from the wall.
Anyway, I can't remember that little episode ending or anything; I guess I just snapped out of it.
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