Saturday, February 21, 2015

Little kids want sth sweet to eat, warmth and love. nosleep


Hi nosleep, I decided to share my story thad happened last year. I'll begin with telling you a bit about myself. I'm f19 live with my dad,mom,little brother and my aunt. And i love kids. My English is not my strongest side. So bare with me :) Ok, last year when my mom was taking a walk somebody called her and ran to her. It was her friend let's call her X. When x was running towards mom, she saw sth. The way X was running. It was like a little child was running towards her and the way she behaved. They talked for a while and then mom went back to work. When I came back home from school I was alone in the house. The others were buying groceries. Got sth to eat from the refrigerator, nothing unusual, nothing weird happened. When my mom and my aunt came back home they were talking about sth. Trying to figure out why the refrigerator smelled bad. Cheked if there was anythin spoiled. Nothing. I didn't notice anything weird at first. But when my mom said sth about her friend x, the way she was running and how she used to have a doll and inside it was a spirit of a little child. (Some people raise spirit of a child in a doll. X does that. They believe that if you have a spirit of a child and you feed it and treat it well, something good will happen. Everything you do will success and sth. But if you don't feed it and take care of it sth bad will happen or sth) when she said that. Boom. The smell. So strong. Like puke and rotten milk. Then my mom said what happened when she was buying groceries. When she was going to buy some pudding for me and was going to put it in the carts. Sth slapped her hand and the pudding fell down. (Poor pudding) Then I went back to my auntie's room and was watching movies. Then the smell hit me. Strong rotten milk and puke. But I didn't bother with it. I'm not afraid of some child ghost. And the smell went away. But it always came back again. Plus, I'm always eating hah. Always when I'm eating sth sweet the smell will come. Or when I open the refrigerator, but the smell is only on one spot in the refrigerator. Where we keep our pudding, jogurt, sth sweet. It was Friday, usually on Friday night. I'll play games in the kitchen with my laptop or watch movies. Nothing weirder happened, there was only the smell, the smell would come and go. But only where I am, when I'm eating sth or playing games or watching movies. I didn't let the smell bother me. But it was still kinda creepy and the smell was bad, really bad. But that's not going to stop me from playing wow! Then I got tired and went to sleep. Nothing weird in the room. No smell. When I was trying to sleep. Guess what. The smell came back. It followed me in the room. And ofc I got a bit scared. I prayed and said "whatever that is not supposed to be here. Leave now!" And one sec later. The smell went away. The next day I was talking with my auntie and mom. My auntie said the smell also follow her in the room and she said "I do not need another kid to take care of" and the smell went away. But we noticed sth. My dad and my little brother didn't notice anything weird. They didn't smell anything. Nothing. And there is one corner, near the kitchen. We could find the smell, of rotten milk and puke. And when we can smell it and my dad is near the smell will go away or then he says sth. It was like this for 2 days and then it stopped and never came back. My mom thinks it was spirit of the child that x is taking care of. And she doesn't have the time to feed it or play with it. I actually got kinda sad and was sorry for him. I knew where it was,allways in ther corner or following us. It only wanted to play and eat. But we couldn't give him anything. If we did he might stay with us and mom said she didn't have time to take care after him. And didn't want to let him be here because of the smell. Mom thinks that he really liked me, cuz he was always with me and always following me.







Submitted February 21, 2015 at 09:21PM by KarenPS http://ift.tt/1D1pRdV nosleep

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