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thenumbskull submitted: (Sorry if I keep resubmitting this,…

thenumbskull submitted:

(Sorry if I keep resubmitting this, the app says there’s an error when I send it)

I was around 6-7 years old and I was a quiet child, I used to spend a lot of time sitting at the bottom of the stairs looking into a little hole about a centimetre and a half in diameter on the front of the stair about 3 or 4 stairs up from the bottom. Once whilst my dad was hoovering I saw a slouched and stretched out figure dart across the landing from the corner of my eye and then a few seconds later he ran back to the top of the stairs again, he looked at me with panicking eyes and was slouching as he was to unable to stand up properly (bear in mind it was an old house so the ceilings were quite high).

He edged down the stairs towards me shaking and I was quite a curious child so I asked him what he was scared of, he didn’t talk he just made a gargling sort of noise whilst covering his ears and after a while I worked out from his actions that the hoover was too loud for him. He then came and sat next to me at the bottom of the stairs crouched over with his head in his hands still shaking, when the hoovering stopped he had a look of relief on his face and I could see his ears properly which were pointy like an elf’s ear and I looked more into his eyes which were very dark and deep set into his oval shaped skull.

He started climbing up the stairs reaching out his hand to me as if to follow him, he took me into my room and we started dancing on the bed and laughing whilst he was jumping and doing silly dances. He smiled when I laughed at him and then he heard my dad coming up stairs to see what was going on so he darted off and climbed into the loft of the house and I saw him a few more times and he sat next to me at the bottom of the stairs, I told him about my days and shared my schoolwork with him talking to him every so often. He didn’t like any loud noises but he once got curious about the cat and went up close to it, she scratched him across the left side of his chest but the mark was left dark and he didn’t bleed he just walked away and left the cat alone.

It continued like this for about a year or so, I grew up to believe it was my imagination that I had when I was a child. I told my dad about him when I was older and he said that my sister had described seeing the same sort of thing too when she was younger, confirming it wasn’t just my imagination. Picture attached is a drawing my girlfriend made based on how I described him. (Submitted on gfs blog cause I don’t have one)

FYNK James: 9/10 Ok that’s a little unsettling. I wonder what it is. Thanks for sharing the scares!




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