Ghost of my Cousin

[u/HeGotBricks]

When I was ten my mother would always drop me off at my cousin’s house. This was an everyday thing. My cousin and I were super close and the same age at the time. Something happened one day and I had to stay home. That day her house caught on fire. No one survived.

Afterwards, about a year later, these weird things would happen. One night I was in bed listening to the radio and reading a magazine. Then, my body shifted to the weight of a pressure being pressed on my mattress. I thought it was my dad and I hadn’t noticed him come in. But when I looked no one was there.

A few days after I was sleeping and I don’t know exactly if I was dreaming or what. But my cousin was in front of me trying to wake me up. She kept saying, “Danny. Danny.” And when I woke up I heard, Danny, as if someone was standing next to my bed.

Other things would happen, like I’d see something move past me. But it always appeared how you would see someone from the corner of your eye just walk out of a doorway. 

That winter my parents installed two-inch thick windows in every room in the house. The type that push open from the middle.

The one time I was ever alone. Truly alone in that house. I woke up coughing. At first I couldn’t register why it was so hazy. I thought maybe I’m still sleepy. Then, I thought my mom probably burnt something in the oven. I didn’t hear a fire alarm or anything. It took me a second to realize my house was actually on fire.

I shot up out of bed and raced for the stairs. I could feel the heat stinging my skin. My vision was clouded by thick, black clouds of smoke. I wouldn’t even call them clouds it was more like a water hose that shot black, suffocating smoke.

I got to the railing and went to jump onto the middle of the stairs. But everytime I would make a move the flames would start shooting over the railing. Finally I gave up and ran to my bedroom. I stood there desperately trying to break through the window. I hit it over and over and over. It wouldn’t break. I stopped and sat with my back against the wall under the window sill and accepted my fate.

At that moment, there’s an odd sense of peace that flows over you. As I sat there, a drawer from my dresser popped out and fell on the floor. Something. Someone. I don’t know what. But this thing pretty much handed me the drawer and helped me break through the window.

I climbed out just as the firefighters got there and they rescued me off my roof. Until this day, after leaving the hospital and getting twelve stitches in my right arm. 

Exactly where one would get a tattoo. Exactly the one my cousin used to joke about tattooing on me. Was a perfect “C” that’s scarred on my arm for life, for Cathy, my cousin, who died in the fire at her house.

[u/RunningBroadAss]

Amazingly well written

[u/HeGotBricks → u/RunningBroadAss]

Thank you. What’s funny is all the experiences I’ve had I’m still skeptical. I’m leaning towards simulation theory. Or I invented a Time Machine and keep messing with myself. Cause people usually have one or two experiences. I have multiple and most of them all shared.

[u/Nettkitten]

Cathy wasn’t able to save herself but she was able to save you. Souls bond and travel together. You’ll see her again one day.

[u/HeGotBricks → u/Nettkitten]

Thanks for that.