Guy tweets real life horror ghost story and its rather scary!

Adam Ellis who goes by the name of @MobyDickhead on Twitter starting tweeting about his real life ghost story this week.

A ghost child called ‘Dear David’ is haunting him and could even be trying to kill him!

These are his tweets, I will just let you read them.

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

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

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

He had a huge misshapen head that was dented on one side. I did my best to draw it: pic.twitter.com/AJizlw7qXe

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017

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

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

Right before he reached my bed, I woke up screaming.

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017

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

I was like, “Who?” And she said, “Dear David. You saw him.”

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017

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

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

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

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

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

I’m frozen with fear. I ask, “Who pushed the shelf?” David doesn’t answer.

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017

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

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

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

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

Another month or two goes by, and I sort of forget about Dear David. I think he lost track of me because I moved upstairs.

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017

But lately, something strange is happening.

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017

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

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017

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

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

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

Update: for the sixth night in a row, my cat has walked over to the door promptly at midnight and stared at it. pic.twitter.com/97oSBLfOIw

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017

What is going on? pic.twitter.com/30mLSqYhXo

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017

Ok, so I took a photo through the peephole cuz I’m too scared to open the door. I feel like I saw something.

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017

I couldn’t tell so I mustered the courage to open the door. Nothing was out there but I took another photo. Look at this:

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017

Is it just me or is is there something in the first photo, right where the bannister meets the shelves? Hiding on the stairs. pic.twitter.com/s1g9bRzOPj

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017

I wasn’t sure if it was a smudge or something so I took a second photo from inside. There was something out there. pic.twitter.com/NnHepK90aC

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017

I deadbolted the lock and got in bed because I don’t know what else to do. I can still hear my cat meowing at the door.

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017

I am pretty scared. pic.twitter.com/Z6CZ8c20EA

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 9, 2017

I’m heading to bed, but the cats are back at the door. They *only* do this in the middle of the night. It’s routine now. pic.twitter.com/Ycb2JXpnFl

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 10, 2017

I’m heading to bed, but the cats are back at the door. They *only* do this in the middle of the night. It’s routine now. pic.twitter.com/Ycb2JXpnFl

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 10, 2017

They’re both there now. pic.twitter.com/rr1B4vD7LJ

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 11, 2017

I don’t even know if this is the right kind of salt. pic.twitter.com/aE7QapNarC

— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗‏ (@moby_dickhead) August 11, 2017

 

That’s pretty scary stuff! I suffer from sleep paralysis quite often. If ‘Dear David’ ever starts appearing in my dreams I think I will have to ignore him. I certainly wont be asking him any questions!