Many people can recall seeing monsters under their beds, lights that flicker on by themselves. Some may have heard the mysterious footsteps upstairs when nobody is home, or even that sound coming from the basement. Usually, as we grow older, we rationalise these experiences or forget about them completely, or are told by our parents that we were being ridiculous.
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Adam Ellis suffers from sleep paralysis, a debilitating sleep condition that somehow lets you see demons. But whether they are real or not is totally up for debate.
Ellis decided tolive-tweet his one of his ghost stories and it almost has us questioning our beliefs in the supernatural.
So, my apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child and he's trying to kill me. (thread)
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
He started appearing in dreams, but I think he's crossed over into the real world now.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
The first time I saw him, I was experiencing sleep paralysis and saw a child sitting in the green rocking chair at the foot of my bed.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
He had a huge misshapen head that was dented on one side. I did my best to draw it: pic.twitter.com/AJizlw7qXe
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
For a while he just stared at me, but then he got out of the chair and started shambling toward the bed.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I couldn't move because I was paralyzed. (I have sleep paralysis fairly often. It sucks.)
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Right before he reached my bed, I woke up screaming.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I had another dream a few nights later, where I was in a library and a girl came up to me and said, "You've seen Dear David, haven't you?"
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I was like, "Who?" And she said, "Dear David. You saw him."
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
She continued, "He's dead. He only appears at midnight, and you can ask him two questions if you said 'Dear David' first."
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Then she added, "But never try to ask him a third question, or he'll kill you."
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Then, David came back in another dream. Same situationβI was in bed, and he was sitting in the rocking chair near the window, staring at me.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
In the dream, I say, "Dear David, how did you die?" He mumbles, "An accident in a store."
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I say, "Dear David, what happened in the store?" He groans, "A shelf was pushed on my head."
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I'm frozen with fear. I ask, "Who pushed the shelf?" David doesn't answer.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I realize that I've asked a third question, which I'm not supposed to do. At that point, I wake up, absolutely terrified.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
The next couple days I google deaths in the city, but can't find anything about a kid named David dying in a store.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I even try different namesβDaniel, Dylan, Devon. Nothing. A few weeks go by without incident.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Sort of randomly, the apartment above mine is vacated, and I have the opportunity to move into it. It's a larger apartment, so I'm thrilled.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Another month or two goes by, and I sort of forget about Dear David. I think he lost track of me because I moved upstairs.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
But lately, something strange is happening.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
For the past 4 nights, my cats gather at the front door at exactly midnight & just stare at it, almost like something is on the other side. pic.twitter.com/Y8nnVLv6b4
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Last night I got a weird feeling and looked out the peephole, and I'm dead certain I saw movement on the other side.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
When I opened the door and turned on the hall light, nothing was there, but my cats seemed unnerved. Bushy tails, etc.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
And that's where I am right now. Dear David found me, I think. I don't know what to do. I'll keep you updated.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Update: for the sixth night in a row, my cat has walked over to the door promptly at midnight and stared at it. pic.twitter.com/97oSBLfOIw
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
What is going on? pic.twitter.com/30mLSqYhXo
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
Ok, so I took a photo through the peephole cuz I'm too scared to open the door. I feel like I saw something.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
I couldn't tell so I mustered the courage to open the door. Nothing was out there but I took another photo. Look at this:
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
Is it just me or is is there something in the first photo, right where the bannister meets the shelves? Hiding on the stairs. pic.twitter.com/s1g9bRzOPj
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
I wasn't sure if it was a smudge or something so I took a second photo from inside. There was something out there. pic.twitter.com/NnHepK90aC
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
I deadbolted the lock and got in bed because I don't know what else to do. I can still hear my cat meowing at the door.
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
I am pretty scared. pic.twitter.com/Z6CZ8c20EA
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017
That was the last post in the thread, but we know that Dear David didn't end up finding Ellis as he is still very active on Twitter. However, since then, he has invested in an ouija board and a sage stick, in order to ward off the ghost.
Ellis even started to record noises in his apartment at night and brought a polaroid camera to try and capture any strange shadows. Oddly enough, he couldn't seem to take a photo of his hallway.
Left is with my phone. Right is with with Polaroid. The hall light was on both times. Why is it pitch black each time with the Polaroid? pic.twitter.com/Sh94OKP0xA
— ππ‘ππͺ π’π©π©π¦π° (@moby_dickhead) August 14, 2017
Ellis even had another strange dream, where Dear David finally got him. Watch the video above to find out more.