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The Man With The Butterflies

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Note: This isn’t exactly “scary” I guess, but it’s a paranormal experience and I just thought I’d share. You don’t have to post if you don’t want to!

When I was a baby-toddler, I lived in a big duplex house. My family was upstairs, and downstairs there lived a man named Charlie. I don’t remember much from the time because I was so young, but I remember him well. He raised butterflies, my mother told me, “because he wanted to see more beautiful things in the world.”

I was four when he passed away but I remember it so clearly. Only 3 days before it happened, he gave me a few butterflies in their home. He told me to take care of them for him. (Apparently he knew he was going to die. My young self had no idea.)

So I took them, and I made sure my mom helped me take good care of them because I couldn’t do it on my own.

When I found out, I was very sad, and I wanted the butterflies to remember him by but I also wanted to do something for him. So I let the butterflies go free, in his memory.

When I moved out of the duplex a year later and into a house, when I went from apartment to apartment, to the house I’m in now…. There were butterflies. Not many, and not too often, once every 2 or 3 months maybe. And always entering through the room I was in and staying in there with me.

I’m 16 years old now, and it is still happening to me. Maybe it’s a coincidence and maybe not, but my mother – who has “”“the sense”“” (as I call it) and has been studying the paranormal/religious for a very long time – believes he is a ‘protective spirit’ for me. I think she might be right.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 1/10 (This rating is for scares and not quality of story!) That’s super cool and sweet, thanks for sharing!

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