Hey everyone, thought I'd share a story I wrote recently, and it's based off of true events. When I was younger, the light in my room burst for no reason. We thought maybe the circuit burnt out. So my grandmother gave me a lamp to use until the light got fixed. But every night that I would try to sleep with the lamp in my room, I got these really weird vibes from it. Like, creepy vibes. I couldn't sleep. I didn't tell my mom about any of this, either. I figured it was just a figment of my imagination, or that I was going crazy. But here's where the story gets weird. One night, I was trying to sleep (the lamp was still in my room). I had my eyes closed. But I saw a light turn on. I opened my eyes, and the lamp was on. I could have sworn it was off when I tried to go to sleep. I stood up, turned it off and climbed back in bed. I closed my eyes again, but the same thing happened again. I turned it off once again. But this time, I didn't climb back into bed. I snuck the lamp into my mom's room without her knowing. After that, I could sleep fine. The next day, when I woke up, she asked me why the lamp was in her room. I told her that I couldn't sleep when it was in my room. She asked me why, and I told her I didn't know. I did know. I just didn't want her to think I was crazy. So she went to sleep that night, or so I thought. The next day, she came into my room. She asked me if I had come into her room and turned on the lamp last night. I froze. My blood ran cold. I shook my head slowly. The next morning, she told me she couldn't sleep and that she got creepy vibes from the lamp. I still didn't tell her anything, I just sat there silently. She returned the lamp to my grandparents, saying I could do without a light. My grandmother exclaimed, "But that was your sister's!" My mom just stood there. My mom didn't have a sister. || Should I do a part 2? Also, DO NOT steal this!! || Stay Gold, Love, Lia ❤️
