It seems I’m going in order of my ghost experiences. The last story I submitted was my first sighting and this is my next experience.
Again, I was around 8 years old. My brother and I shared one bedroom with a bunkbed. It was a nice little setup, since my brother didn’t like to sleep alone. At first, I could sleep peacefully, and I rarely thought about my window kid or any other bumps in the night or things falling. That ended when I started actually researching the paranormal. I had a sudden interest in all things ghost. I checked out informational books about them at my school library, along with people’s ‘true’ experiences.
I still felt no fear in any rooms of my house. No presences. Most kids would have had nightmares after reading those books, but I was fine. I wasn’t scared to sleep with my covers off (it’s pretty darn hot here in Utah during the summer) or to walk around my house at night.
Then, it started. I was suddenly terrified to set foot in the bunkbed room, and I didn’t know why!
I dreaded going to sleep every night, and my parents assumed it was insomnia. It wasn’t. You see, I could have fallen alseep if I wanted to, but instead, I forced myself to stay awake. It was that terror. That fear that I was going to die if I slept.
Every night, it took me hours to work up the courage to stand and dash across the hall to my parents’ room. And sometimes I was just too scared to move. I’d spend those nights huddled under the covers, crying and sweating.
My mom and dad let me in the first couple of months and let me sleep in between them. Strangely, I felt safe in their room. I had no problem falling asleep. So, then, it was the bunkbed room, right?
I guessed so. By then, I was feeling like I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t, of course, my brother was there, but you know what I mean. Like there was someone next to me. Watching me. Waiting to kill me.
It escalated further when my parents started locking their room. It was horrible! I’d pound on their door and cry for them to open up. Luckily, my dad’s a bit of a softie, and he’d always let me in.
This whole thing lasted nearly two years. My Abu (grandpa) died while it was still going on. Of course, he would never make me feel so scared.
Then, as suddenly as it came, it stopped.
I was suddenly able to sleep in the room at night. I could get up and walk down the stairs to get water without fear. I could use the restroom in peace. What a relief this was for me! By that time, I knew ghosts and demons were real. I knew my Mr. Bad was real (even if I don’t know exactly what he is). I also knew he was gone. Sadly, not for long, as he made a grand re-enterance recently. That’s a seperate story, though.
I talked to my brother about my experience recently, and he said he felt nothing. That was strange to me. It was such a powerful terror that came and left suddenly. Surely it wasn’t my imagination, right?
I didn’t end up telling my dad about these experiences for nearly four years. He felt bad for locking the door and confided that, he too, sometimes had to endure a night with our Mr. Bad. I never told my mom, and still haven’t. She’d think I’m crazy.
Of course, during those night terror years, other small things happened, concerning the window kid and some others, but, again, that’s another story.
“Yeah but change it a bit so it doesn’t look the same.”
Edit: Okay so what at first came off as a joke clearly was misinterpreted by some users here, so I’m here to clear some things up
A lot of people are thinking I made this post because I don’t think there should be more representation for Latinx people and cultural holidays like the Day of the Dead, but that wasn’t my point here.
Like the meme that’s been going around about copying plots, I decided to show this. Sure, it’s one image from both movies that look coincidentally the same, and yes, I’m aware that marigolds have a big meaning surrounding passing on
Some people thought because I only posted one screenshot, that’s all I knew about the movie. It wasn’t.
As said in Coco’s description, “ Despite his family’s baffling generations-old ban on music, Miguel (voice of newcomer Anthony Gonzalez) dreams of becoming an accomplished musician like his idol, Ernesto de la Cruz (voice of Benjamin Bratt). Desperate to prove his talent, Miguel finds himself in the stunning and colorful Land of the Dead following a mysterious chain of events. Along the way, he meets charming trickster Hector (voice of Gael García Bernal), and together, they set off on an extraordinary journey to unlock the real story behind Miguel’s family history. “ (Source)
Boy can’t become musician, and seeks out to find someone he cares for in the land of the dead with the help of his ancestors, I’ve never heard that one before?
If you’re going to spread and represent a culture, don’t tell the same story someone else already has.
And yes, I’m aware that Gutierrez is backing this production, but for me, it doesn’t really change the fact that it’s the same story, and hell knows since it’s Pixar, it will grow to be much more popular than TBOL.
In fact, Pixar wasn’t going to go through with Coco (which at the time, was still known as Dia De Los Muertos) had TBOL not grown some fame and was hinting at a sequel, possibly a trilogy.
Anyways, this post was purely to share a laugh at how similar things were, and I’m not mad with anyone for thinking differently.
I do, however, advise you to go see Dia De Muertos, an upcoming movie supporting the Latinx and their culture, with it’s own completely original story!
Feelings are scary, and sometimes they’re painful. But if you can’t feel pain then there’s no way you’ll feel anything else either. You’re here and you’re alive, and don’t tell me you don’t feel that…It is good, believe me.