I just ran into this site two days ago looking for real-life ghost stories. I read a few stories, Tiki Face Phantom, The Piano Plays On, and a few others. I didn't want to leave my story at first, but I feel that it's my responsibility to share. It was about 4 years ago, and I will never forget.
I used to stay with my mother in a two bedroom, two bath apartment in a popular neighborhood in Houston, Texas (Acres Homes). My twin cousins, me, and my oldest niece were all in my room having one of those late night girl chats. I remember myself falling asleep early, as I always did. I fell asleep with them talking in the background. I remember the dream/nightmare I had so vividly.
In this dream, I was being chased by a man that I did not know, but he was convinced that I was familiar with him. Trying to escape his taunts, my fast walk became a steady sprint. While in a full out run, the guy was trailing behind until, I thought, I had lost him. I stopped at a street corner, huddled over trying to catch my breath. After a few gaping gasp I looked over my shoulder and a strong force pushed me into on-coming traffic.
I woke up in a sweat with an intense feeling of pressure and heat on my back. I told my cousins and niece about the dream frantically, ran to bathroom mirror and lifted up my shirt. There, on my shoulder blades, were two full grown hand prints. A few minutes later the prints turned from red to blue as if it was bruising, but I still felt the heat.
When reminiscing about that night, my cousins and niece joke around saying that I yelled "Someone pushed me!" as soon as I woke up. I can laugh at it now, but then, I was terrified.
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