Strangler

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The house I previously lived in was inhabited by quite a nasty entity. Twice when I had friends spend the night, both were attacked by this thing. One friend started to choke in front of me as the air in the room grew colder (Despite the fact it was in the middle of one of our hottest summers). When I dragged her out of my room, she was able to breathe again.

The second incidence happened when my friend told me while I was sleeping, she felt a force drop on her chest and she felt as though she was strangling. Again the air turned cold. I had practiced the occult for some time now, and through meditation I found that there were two ghosts, the attacker, and the ghost of his wife, whom he had murdered. She stayed to protect the house. He murdered her by kicking her down the stairs.

Every night i dreaded walking down those stairs alone, for it felt as though something was watching me, and the air behind me turned cold. Sometimes my mother and I would feel something sit down on the edge of our beds, but when we looked, there was nothing there but an imprint of where something was still sitting. Twice I heard the ghost speak my name, but I feel that the one that talked was the friendly one, because the temperature wouldn’t change in those instances. One thing is for sure, I was glad to move out of there, because it seemed to be getting worse as time went on…

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