Paranormal
Saturday Evening
I woke up at 10:30 AM, there was no one at home, everyone had left for some gathering and they weren’t returning till tomorrow.
I was home alone, hungry, and as usual lazy. I took bath and it was already 12:00 PM and my stomach was crying, I opened the refrigerator to find leftover rice. So, I decided to make fried rice, french fries, and orange juice.
After struggling for an hour or so, I was finally done. I put up a movie and had my lunch. Halfway through the movie, I fell asleep.
I woke up around 7:00 PM, turned on the lights, and opened the main door and suddenly was welcomed by an external force which pushed me, I went and hit myself to the wall across and had bruises on my left hand.
I was half awake and after hitting the wall, my eyes were wide open and I thought it must be burglars, I got up and rushed to the door to find out no one.
I thought this might be a dream and nothing has happened to me, but it wasn’t. I immediately called up my friend and told him and sent him the picture and to my surprise, he didn’t believe me. He asked if I was trying to hurt myself? and It took me some time to convince him. If I was trying to hurt myself why would I call you and make up this story? Clearly phone a friend option didn’t work here.
At this point, I was scared, confused, and hungry. I didn’t tell my parents or else they would be tensed and rush home.
For the first time, I was scared and all alone at home. I couldn’t call anyone because there was no one and I hardly know my neighbors. I kept quiet.
I decided to lock all the doors and windows, turned off all the lights. After all this, I couldn’t think of eating but I was hungry and needed energy. I couldn’t prepare anything because my left arm was hurt. There were few bread slices and peanut butter ate that and was awake all night wondering what the fuck had happened with me.
I pulled out my phone and spent the entire night reading paranormal stories on the internet.
I couldn’t sleep or eat and anxiety was all over me for almost an entire week. No one believed me. I still can’t figure out what had happened to me.
