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The Laundromat Encounter

I swear on my dead father, this is an honest-to-God real story. It happened when I was 13. I remember the night clearly: It was cold, and it chilled me to the bone, and I will never forget it.

I had run away again, and this time I was faced with spending a night at an apartment complex. I thought I was going to stay in my friend’s room, in one of the apartments in the compound, but that wasn’t the case. My friend’s family didn’t want me to stay with them that night (or maybe any night), so she suggested I sleep in their community Laundromat, which was open 24 hours and located in the center of the housing complex. I took the key she gave and made my way to the center.

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The night was windy (definitely in the 30s), so I went into the one-room building as soon as the last apartment dweller had taken their clothes. With only a thin jacket on, I needed to be inside. It was empty and quiet, and I found a comfortable little nook between a dryer and a corner. I slumped down with my knees to my chin and looked around. It was snug; I could rest my head on either side, I had a view of the door, and I felt safe.

The silence was soothing, and I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I was exhausted from teenage angst, and from running away, but I felt relieved that I had found a comfortable refuge for the night. It was better than I had expected. Content, I closed my eyes.

A minute later, I heard it.

I felt it first. A cold air brushed against my left earlobe, and then the breathing began. It was short, tortured, but it was steady. It made my blood run cold and I was petrified. I knew it was impossible.

I had to do something. It took all the strength I could muster, and I opened my eyes and looked to my left. Nothing was there except for the wall. The room was empty. I was still in my spot, but I felt it, and it was just inches away from me, waiting.

I made a mad dash through the laundry doors, past two apartment buildings, climbed to the second-floor staircase to some random building dweller, and stopped. I was panting, I had a cold sweat, and I was afraid beyond words. I could barely catch my breath, and then I felt the cold breathing next to my ear once again. My heart stopped. I didn’t know what else to do, so I ran across to the other side of the compound… and the entity followed.

I was thoroughly scared, so much so I started praying, and praying to God, and Jesus, and the saints. I promised them my good deeds and repentance for all the bad I’d done… but as I kept on praying, the breathing stayed steady in my ear.

The night passed that way, with the praying and the breathing, until the first rays of sunshine sliced through the dark and dawn broke. The entity disappeared. The light saved me.

I felt the heavy weight of a possible possession lift, and I was able to run and escape the apartment complex entity, but it never really went away. Throughout my life I would feel its presence, and hear its faint breath next to me, every time I am alone and awake in the dead of night…

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