lmpxx
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Post by lmpxx on Apr 19, 2016 11:29:11 GMT 1
EDIT - one a whim I decided to take a picture of the scars. Now I realise I have 4, not 3. The scar on my right forearm which I though was a single one has a smaller scar a space apart next to it which I had never noticed before until looking at the picture. So it is the same as the ones on my hand. No expanation to why they are there.
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Post by lmpxx on Apr 19, 2016 10:59:23 GMT 1
I don't want to say I have been abducted because frankly I don't know, hopefully someone on here might have an answer for the strange goings on. No point telling me to see a therapist though or that I am crazy because I have already done that and it didn't help. Using a article i read about signs of it i'll use it as a basis to try and begin somewhere. As a kid I got into a complusory habit of every night checking all the doors and windows were shut, including all cupboards and closets. Anything that could be open had to be shut and locked, particulary the wardrobe that was in my room, I have to tie scarfs and rope around the handles so it couldn't open. Then scatter my toys across the floor so anyone who would walk in would trip trying to reach my bed. The blinds would have to be turned the opposite way because i was scared of being watched through the tiny gaps even though that would be able to happen if someone was above my window near the roof. Which wasn't possible for a person the way it was placed. this habit has slowly dropped away over the years but I still get that crippling fear and have to do it all about 3 times a month. At 15 I thought I saw a ufo above my house when I was looking out my window one evening. That same night or week (I don't remember now) I have a terrible nightmare of the room being flooded with a red light, the duvet being ripped off me and dragged out of bed by my ankle, fighting and getting up. Opening the door and seeing the shadow of something walking up the stairs to my room, screaming for my dad and banging on the wall and door to wake him up, then nothing. Next thing I remember is my dad holding me, in my bed. He said he only heard me scream once, I told him how I had done it multiple times and banged in his door but neither one of my parents knew anything about it. I was so convinced it was real but they just said it was a nightmare. There was also claw marks on the wall above my bed where I had sratched the wallpaper (when it was happening trying get away) but they said I must have just done it in my sleep. Now I am in my twenties and living on my own. As I've said about 3/4 times a month I get a fear that I am being watched and someone is coming. There have been times where I have woken up with sleep paralyis and there has been someone stood in my doorway (remembering the fact that I can't sleep without it shut) and one time 3 non-human faces watching my through my window. I tell myself they were just my imagination. Most nights I will go to bed and start to hear clattering and cupboards opening downstairs in the kitchen, for a while I just thought it was my cat until one night it happened as the cat was sat next to me. When I go and investigate theres nothing there though. Recently I had a dream about being stood in the fields next to my house at night, looking up at a very large ufo that surrounds me with blue light. It was blinding. I just passed it off as dream at first and still telling myself that but the unexplainable mud covering my boots makes me feel uneasy. Lastly since being a teenager round the time of being 15 actually, inside my mouth on each side of my cheeks there is a line that runs from the corners of my mouth towards the back of my throat. I have never spoje to anyone about it so I don't actually know if this is something everyone has naturally, you can't really see it but when i run my tongue along them it feels like a bad scar. Also have 3 scars with no explanation. One on my right forearm which is a perfect circle and two on my left hand which are also circles but smaller but a centimetre or so apart and perfectly lined up together. Maybe I'm just a crazy person taking nightmares too seriously.
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