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The follow up of what I saw. Note: The first paranormal sighting one was supposed to be under Wanderer Bass, for I forgot to put in the Wanderer part. [372 words]
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Paranormal Sighting 1 More Lights. Wanderer Bass
This has happened many times before, and I keep seeing it more
often. I was walking down the hallway past my room slowly,
looking for a lightswitch amoung the darkness. I heard the
sound of footsteps. They were coming from somewhere, until
I realized that the steps had a sort of loud thumping to it. Thus
the first footsteps being only my neighbors or their dog walking
about upstairs. I walked slowly again, breathing a bit more
steadily now as I search for the acursed light switch.
Soon, I hear footsteps again. But this time, they were on the same
floor as me. They sounded wet like a soaked washcloth being
slapped onto a wooden floor, then leaving a squishing noise
when it lift up. The wet noise started to get louder, getting closer
ever so slowly, like a tiger stalking it's prey. I saw two lights
appear, both of them in a diagonal way. The left light was a normal
color light that was low, and the high light was red.
My heart was pumping faster, seeing the lights get closer and
closer as I back away further and further. The lights rocked
back and forth as the washcloth like feet moved. I started to hear
a different sound now, but one that was coming from the
creature moving towards me. It made a sort of distorted soft
groaning noise, sounding like it had Nasil Drip and no lower jaw
so the tounge would hang out, making it unable to speak
actual words.
As this... THING started to apporach, I somewhat smelt something.
The stench was coming from the groaning unseen creature,
a smell like a corpse of a turkey that was already maggot
infested and was burning. The thing stopped moving, just
staring at me with it's distorted, disfigured eyes. I finally found a
light switch, turning it on which lit the entire hallway. Whatever
the thing was, it was gone. All I saw though, even in the light,
were two beady, dimly lit red lights. I heard the sound of a bat
screeching from it, making me jump from the surprise. The
screech was brief, making anyone who heard it be thrown off
balance by it being totally out of context. The lights were gone,
and the only light that was on was the light that had the hallway
lit up.
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