Back when I was about 6 years old me and my family moved onto some land that was given to my parents by my grandfather. It was well hidden far into the mountains, and we happened to live close to the oldest church in New Mexico where we had several relatives buried. Right down the road I noticed a historical landmark stating facts about the battle of Glorieta, which happened to be a major battle during the civil war. I didn't think to much about it until I got to be a little older and I understood the effects the civil war had on America. I continued growing up on this land, playing, making tree houses and forts with no paranormal experiences of any kind. Until the age of fourteen.
One night when I was falling asleep in my bed I got one of those feelings like I was being watched. I opened my eyes to see a dark long haired figure that was hunched over and wearing a cloak, and its face seemed to be made of what looked like porcelain. It had dark sunken in eyes with a slight upturned smile. The second I saw it, I couldn't move or breathe. It moved to the foot of my bed in a sort of morphing like movement (like when they dodge bullets in the matrix). Once it was there, its face came out about 8 inches. It then turned a quarter rotation, it had faces on every side of its head. The faces would pop out then rotate to another face and so on. I could see the spirit clearly for about forty-five seconds. It didn't go away until I started praying out loud asking god to take it away, then it started to slowly fade.
I know I wasn't hallucinating. A few weeks later I was watching a show, based on old tales of ghosts and night terrors, and what did I see? An illustration of the exact same thing that I saw in my room that night. I didn't sleep in my room for months after that.Author's note: Not My Story
A Dangerous Experience
Everyone knows how we can take suffer the consequences if we trust a person that we don’t know well. Our life might be changed in the same way as our habits. I used to ride a motorcycle and always used to drive carefully. I had never realized I could have a motorcycle accident that gave me a strong lesson on the rest of my life. Learning something new can be really a scary experience.
It happened long time ago on a summer, gray and rainy evening in Poland. It was vacation time, and like usually I decided to go to a disco club by a motorcycle in order to meet my friends. On that day, I was appointed only with my well-known friends. To my astonishment, I noticed a new face that I had never seen before. After a short conversation, as it turned out, Joanna was a little bit quiet and peaceful in spite of that she didn’t have any problems with making acquaintance with the other people. My surprise was displayed when Joanna was asked me about going for a ride my bicycle. I considered her question very carefully with luck of trust in her ability to ride a motorcycle. I put a precondition and said, “Ok, but only if you know how to ride precisely that motorcycle, and if you have ridden before”. With sincere smile on her face she said, “Yes”. I decided to entrust the motorcycle her. However, I sat on the back. To bring my trust, she had promised me to ride slowly.
First, our ride was seemed to be safe and not given any basis to danger.
The weather condition was not favorable because of drizzle and wet surface of the route. In addition, the day before, that section of a street was under construction. The surface of road, in places, was covered by mud. All of a sudden, to my surprise, Joanna begun driving faster and faster like a plane prepared for taking off. I was terribly surprised of her behavior. My hands were squeezing the hoop of the motorcycle. In addition, my body begun to stiffen, I wanted to do something but I couldn’t. I was trying to use my whole knowledge about riding motorcycles in a few seconds, but I felt like frighten birth in a cage. When my eyes were closed, I didn’t want to allow for a possibility of happening of something unexpected. The time stopped in the same place. When we reached high speed, and approached a sharp band, I stuttered out only two words, “Slow down!”
Then my expectations came up.
It was very incredible feeling. I don’t know how I did it, but we inclined on that sharp bend on the right side, and of course, we had an accident. I felt like we tilted very softly. It lasted only a few seconds. As a result, we slid about 300 feet with the motorcycle, which weighed about 500 pounds, still on the right side. My mind and body stopped working. I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I saw myself all bloody. My right side of body was numb. I didn’t feel my right hand and right leg. In addition, in what way, my elbow grew numb and hurt. Joanna was under the motorcycle, and she lay unconsciously. After two minutes, she woke up, looked at me and lowered the head. She admitted, she had never ridden a motorcycle at all. She had only a broken leg and bloody face. The motorcycle was lying on the edge of the road. The right side of it was totally damaged. Plastic parts of the motorcycle were scattered within a radius of 400 feet from the place where we finally stopped. For a moment, I couldn’t believe in that what happen. I was so surprised and frightened that I couldn’t say anything. For some period of time my minds were not on this world. There was nobody on the street that I could face round about help. Because we needed to be bandaged, I decided to call my father from my cell phone. He came in order to drive us to a hospital as soon as it was possible. It was the last time when I saw Joanna.
Finally, I fixed my motorcycle, and sold it. I only lent one thing to another person once, and that caused a dangerous accident. Furthermore, I used to use a motorcycle. Now, I don’t use it any more. I have learned one thing; never believe a person whom I have known for a couple minutes. For all of our lives, we still learn new things, and we do until for last moment of our life.
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