Since I was a little girl, I have had this feeling of someone watching me. My mother told me that when I was 7, she would hear me talking to someone in my room, but no one would be there. She pushed it off as just an imaginary friend. As I got older I stopped talking to this "friend" and my mother didn't worry about it anymore. All was forgotten of my friend whom my mother said I called, "The Man in Black." That is until I started getting nightmares of a man in my dreams. I was 13 at the time, and the dreams would frighten me.
It started off with me being somewhere dark, and a tall man in a floor length black coat, with raven black hair, deathly pale skin, and blood red eyes. He would tell me things like, "you are mine." I tried to ignore them, and scratch them off as nightmares, but one night, I woke up with my eyes still closed after one of these "nightmares" and felt as if someone was watching me from the foot of my bed. I even thought I heard breathing. But I was so stricken with fear that I kept my eyes squeezed shut and stayed like that until the feeling was gone.
Another night the same thing happened, but when I woke up I shot up into a sitting position and was horrified to see a dark tall figure at the foot of my bed looking at me. I screamed but no one heard me, the man crawled onto my bed but I felt nothing, no pressure, then he smiled white teeth and whispered. "You are mine."
A few years later and I haven't had those dreams, nor have I woken up to "The Man in Black." I was 16 years old then, and my life was going fine, I had even gotten my first boyfriend whom I was steady with. We were on a date at the movies, and afterwards we were walking across the street to a Twisty Treat to get some ice cream. I felt as if someone was watching me and shivered, even though it was the Fourth Of July and close to 89 degrees. I ignored the feeling and kept going, we finished the night and went home. Later that night I got a call from my boyfriend, he said he had gotten a nightmare, a nightmare of a tall man stabbing him and telling him to leave me alone, before killing him in his dream. It was a threat, a warning from the Man in Black, to leave me alone. I assured him it was just a bad dream and that we were going to be ok.
Boy was I wrong.
A few months later, I got a call from his mother saying he had been in an accident, that he was painting the house and the ladder had fallen from under him; he was ok but had broken his arm.
I went to his house and he was laying in bed. He woke up and looked at me with fear. "You can't be here," he said strangely, and I narrowed my eyes. "How come?"
He took a deep breath and told me that before the ladder fell, he heard a voice shout loudly in his head, the same voice of the guy in his dream saying, "SHE IS MINE!" And he felt as if someone pushed the ladder hard. I wasn't surprised when he broke up with me then and there, saying he feared for his life.
After a year I once again forgot about the evil demonic thing that had haunted me, and my life once again went back to normal.
On my 17th birthday, my mother took me out to eat, just me and her. We were on our way home when we stopped next to a wooded area because of a red light. It was October 7th so it was just getting a little cool outside, and I rolled down my window and looked outside.
There standing still by the woods was a man.
He was tall, with a long black floor length coat, and raven black hair, deathly pale skin, and blood red eyes. He smiled at me and put his finger to his lips as if to say we shared a secret. Then I heard a voice saying once again, "you are mine." The light turned green and I looked at my mother. She had a strange look on her face and I asked her what was wrong. "I just don't understand young men who think they need to look like vampires or something." I felt my heart beat wildly and I looked back to the spot were I saw him, but he was gone. "You saw him?" I looked back at my mother and she smirked, "of course I saw him, who wouldn't?"
Well a year has gone by, and I haven't forgotten, instead I wait. I wait for him to show himself again, does he want to hurt me? Or does he just want me all to himself. I don't know for sure, but what I am sure of is that I wasn't the only one who saw him. I'm dating again, and we've been dating for almost two years now, and he's starting to say that he's been having dreams... A dream of a man, tall and dark, and evil. I have no doubt that he's dreaming of him, "The Man in Black."
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