Image Source: StockSnap / Steinar La Engeland [1]
Animals never lie. I'm not a big believer in the supernatural, but when a cat's tail fluffs up at an unknown threat or a dog starts growling viciously at something we can't see, it's time to start considering that there's something — or someone — out there that may not be all that benevolent. It's not even October yet and already Twitter user Adam Ellis [2] is scaring the living sh*t out of the world with a terrifying story of his own.
He started off a thread with the bold statement: "So, my apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child and he's trying to kill me." The thread continues to detail his experience, with photos of his cats behaving oddly to further justify his claims. The story comes complete with a drawing of the boy, "Dear David," who Ellis says appears at midnight both in his dreams and perhaps — even more terrifyingly — in the real world. Follow the whole thread below, and keep your fingers crossed for Ellis . . .
So, my apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child and he's trying to kill me. (thread)
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [4]
He started appearing in dreams, but I think he's crossed over into the real world now.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [5]
The first time I saw him, I was experiencing sleep paralysis and saw a child sitting in the green rocking chair at the foot of my bed.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [6]
He had a huge misshapen head that was dented on one side. I did my best to draw it: pic.twitter.com/AJizlw7qXe [7]
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [8]
For a while he just stared at me, but then he got out of the chair and started shambling toward the bed.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [9]
I couldn't move because I was paralyzed. (I have sleep paralysis fairly often. It sucks.)
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [10]
Right before he reached my bed, I woke up screaming.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [11]
I had another dream a few nights later, where I was in a library and a girl came up to me and said, "You've seen Dear David, haven't you?"
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [12]
I was like, "Who?" And she said, "Dear David. You saw him."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [13]
She continued, "He's dead. He only appears at midnight, and you can ask him two questions if you said 'Dear David' first."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [14]
Then she added, "But never try to ask him a third question, or he'll kill you."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [15]
Then, David came back in another dream. Same situation—I was in bed, and he was sitting in the rocking chair near the window, staring at me.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [16]
In the dream, I say, "Dear David, how did you die?" He mumbles, "An accident in a store."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [17]
I say, "Dear David, what happened in the store?" He groans, "A shelf was pushed on my head."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [18]
I'm frozen with fear. I ask, "Who pushed the shelf?" David doesn't answer.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [19]
I realize that I've asked a third question, which I'm not supposed to do. At that point, I wake up, absolutely terrified.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [20]
The next couple days I google deaths in the city, but can't find anything about a kid named David dying in a store.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [21]
I even try different names—Daniel, Dylan, Devon. Nothing. A few weeks go by without incident.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [22]
Sort of randomly, the apartment above mine is vacated, and I have the opportunity to move into it. It's a larger apartment, so I'm thrilled.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [23]
For the past 4 nights, my cats gather at the front door at exactly midnight & just stare at it, almost like something is on the other side. pic.twitter.com/Y8nnVLv6b4 [24]
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [25]
Last night I got a weird feeling and looked out the peephole, and I'm dead certain I saw movement on the other side.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [26]
When I opened the door and turned on the hall light, nothing was there, but my cats seemed unnerved. Bushy tails, etc.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [27]
And that's where I am right now. Dear David found me, I think. I don't know what to do. I'll keep you updated.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017 [28]