Hi, I've never made a post on here before.

I wouldn't have said before all this that I was really a believer in the supernatural.

In fact, I mostly came here to get a cheap thrill off spooky stories and laugh at the more ridiculous

ones made up by gullible looms.

Guess that's karma for you.

I'm only doing this because I have no clue where else to turn.

My story is absolutely off the wall insane.

I don't really expect anyone to believe me.

I don't know what I want. I just want to make sure that if I turn up dead tomorrow,

someone out there will know about it, about what really happened to me.

I'm not even sure myself, to be honest. Maybe I am going crazy. I definitely feel crazy.

I've started doing things like crouching under my desk while I write and leaving little notes under the floorboard.

I stole a knife from the kitchen and hid it under my pillow just in case.

I started wearing a rosary and praying before I go to bed. My internet history is a mess of a cult

nonsense and stuff that will definitely have me on an FBI watch list. I have a bag packed, but I can't leave yet. I have to pick my moment. If I don't do this exactly right, I'm a goner.

So anyway, my story.

I'll stop stalling and try to get it down in as much detail as possible.

I live in the southwest of England and a little village in the back end of nowhere where everyone knows everyone else.

There's no way of getting in and out except if you have a car and I haven't got round to pass my test yet.

My only access to the nearby village is via the bus,

which comes about three times a day if you're lucky, and whenever my parents decide to drive me, or my sister.

My sister, I call her Abbey.

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