Written Confession: The Dark Spirit That Follows
The following written confession was shared via Thought Catalog by tacobuenofreak:
My little brother had a psychotic episode after taking acid and staying up for multiple days. He ended up being admitted to a mental institution for a week or so and it was really traumatic for my mom but I believed he would make it out the other side okay. We went to pick him up, took him home, my mom went to bed but he was still acting very ‘off’.
Knowing him better than anyone else, I stayed up late with him to hear him out, trying my best to understand. He said something was following him… like a dark spirit of some kind. He was explaining it to me in the living room when my dog, who is usually extremely mild mannered and always passed the f**k out, all of a sudden starts growling in my brothers direction. My brother just calmly looked at me and said, ‘They’re here.’ I felt the coldest sensation shooting up in my spine and literally ran out of the room. I passed the kitchen and screamed because every. single. f**king. cabinet. was open all at the same angle. Probably 12 cabinet doors total, top and bottom, all opened, same angle. I was 23 at the time and ran into my mom’s room, got in bed with her, cried myself to sleep more afraid than I’ve ever been in my life. There’s absolutely no way my brother or mom could have done this without me noticing. Still get chills thinking about it.
