When most people hear the word haunting they think of a
sheetlike, legless creature that causes trouble in
someone's life. In this case though haunting is a very
large understatement.
One night I went into the bathroom, preparing to take a
bubble bath as I usually did on Friday evenings. This
ritual was to remind myself that I was a young, single
woman with absolutely no life outside of work. As I poured
the bubbles into the tub I noticed that the faucet (metal
piping) was fogging up as though someone was breathing on
it. I tried to convince myself that it was just the warm
water which would have worked if the fog hadn't disappeared
and then reappeared in a cycle.
I sat just watching, and then still trying to convince myself it was just steam from
the water, I dipped into the tub. As hot as the water was
the second I lay down in it a chill sent me nearly
jumping out. Before I could jump out something, I could
only feel and not see, pulled at my leg leaving 3 claw-like
scars on my ankle and pulling me hard back into the water.
I guess I must have been knocked unconscious when I was
pulled back because I woke up still in the tub with my head
barely above water.
When I did come to, my whole body was
covered in bruises and bleeding thrashes. I eventually got
the courage to stand up and try to get out of the tub
again. It was very hard, being as sore as I was, but I
made it without ever feeling the presence or being attacked
again.
To this day I have no idea of what it might have been that
attacked me so brutally because I didn't stay long enough
to find out. But that memory is burned into my mind.
Many
psychiatrists and therapists have said that it was all my
imagination and I must have been reliving some painful
childhood experience. I am no doctor but I know better
than that. Although I'm not sure what it was I do know that
haunting is a definite understatement!
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