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These Chilling Real Ghost Stories Will Make You Believe (Part III)

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The Boy With No Eyes: 

One night when I was ten, I woke up by my room entryway opening, trailed by somebody sitting on my bed. I felt my leg being touched, and the bed sink under an individual's weight. At least this is how it seemed. Thinking it was my mother, I found myself fully aware, that I was indeed seeing an eyeless kid (he had dark void attachments) about my age, sitting at the foot of my bed. He broadened his hand, and in it was a little box. I was alarmed, yet for some reason, I felt very connected. Suddenly, he pulled back. I came to again and stated, "Give it." Then I squinted, and when I strengthened my eyes, he was gone, yet the engraving of somebody sitting on my bed was ostensible. 

Quick forward five years. My better half approached me to do her schoolwork. After she completed, she slept while she sat tight for her folks. At the point when they showed up, I had a go at attempting to awake her. Finally, with a little luck, she opened her eyes abruptly, gazing toward a corner where the divider met the roof. She pointed there and returned to rest. I shook her once more. This time I believed she came to full cognizance, and I clarified what she'd done. She stated, "upon the divider, I saw a young man without any eyes. He was there with a Bug Man present, gazing at me." I went insane and revealed to her my tale about a similar child. 

Quick forward an additional five years. I was with a similar sweetheart, and we had a two-year-old. We were living in my folks' home, in my old room. My girl awoke consistently, and she'd talk. Sooner or later, I saw she had nearly a similar discussion consistently. I vigorously questioned her once whom she was conversing with. She stated, "It 's a young man. He's pleasant. He's lost his mother and is still searching for his mom." Chills went down the back of my neck. My girl's daily discussions proceeded until we got our place soon thereafter. And thank God for that.

Scientists despite everything can't clarify these antiquated mysteries.

This next story is a continuation of the very first creepy story about an exchange student. I will write the full version here in its entirety in case you missed the first part. Hope you enjoy. 

The Exchange Student:

I will presently unveil to you, a 'creepy' true tale of a horror story, which occurred someplace in Asia:

A beautiful young Asian teacher and one of her younger English students were engaged in a serious conversation. 

By now it was well after school hours, and the gorgeous Asian teacher began rolling her eyes upward while constantly saying "No, no, and double no" to the panicky English student. They were quarreling over matters concerning where the student could sleep for the evening. 

At some point, the teacher approved of her student in sleeping over her house, but only under her, specific terms of conditions. 

The teacher was unmistakably ages older than the student, and she was there for nearly a half-hour before she finally gave in to answering 'yes' to the persistent student involving his hard-pressed request to sleep over her house. But why was this budding student so despairing in wanting to sleep over his older teacher's house? There was no doubt that she was quite the eyeful - beautiful, tall, slim, olive-skinned. (gorgeous tan) And she was even a relatively popular professional model during the summertime, when not teaching and having to fret over students inquiring about sleeping over her residence. 

She originally shunned the student, telling him she was not at liberty of having her young students (or any of her students) sleep over her house. And would in no way jeopardize her job doing so otherwise. But after all that begging and pleading, and only under the teacher's agreement of rules and regulations was the boy finally able to get a resounding 'yes' from his older teacher. 

Somehow, he persuaded her to let him into her house. And she couldn't help think about what a mistake it was. She knew better. She would never let anyone for that matter into her house, especially a student sleep overnight. This was preposterous she thought while walking back to her house with the student.   

Not believing her own decision to ascertain the whole concept of him sleeping over her house, she tried to make light talk regarding the student's exchange student's house, where for whatever reason they were not home and somewhere out of the country. Weird she thought. But she thought she would let the student into her house for a little while and probe him for answers about this. She figured he would cool down after some talking. Then she would make a follow-up call to the house where the student should be staying. 

When they both arrived at the teacher's house she began to talk about his country in England and what he seemed to like about the country he was visiting as an exchange student. She was a little creeped out when after inquiring about this question he flipped out and started throwing his books everywhere. This was not such a good question to ask. Feeling on edge and unnerved, she immediately tried to change the subject towards his homework and perhaps something to eat. When she mentioned the concept of eating, and he appeared spontaneously up for the notion, and began questioning her what was on the menu. She was pleasantly happy when he said 'yes' to eating Wonton Soup, with tea. She figured it may relax him if anything. Whatever it took for him to calm his nerves was a priority on her agenda that night. 

The teacher chose to accompany the student for soup and tea as well. He wasn't the sole person sensing tension and anxiety. She already made the blunder of allotting the student inside her small flat. Stupid, dumb, irresponsible she thought to herself. Just then the student caved his entire head into his soup bowl, chasing it down with gulps - slurping his tea. 

"Hungry"? Inquired the teacher. He said nothing, stared directly into her eyes, creeping her out again with his disconnected giggle while gesturing a sinister smile. 

After the student finished his soup, he began sensing that he made his teacher feel more than a little tense. So, he immediately attempted his luck, settling her back at ease. It could have been anyone inquiring about those issues associated with his family in England, and he nevertheless would have spazzed out. He despised not exclusively his house, but his father too. He couldn't decide for himself which was creeper -- his home back in England, or his father the horror author. One impression was certain, they unquestionably proceeded hand and hand with one another. 

Nevertheless, he was sick and tired of everything about the two. And the perception of both issues initiated him to lash out, without restriction. For years he buried his internal feelings and concerns about them both, deep inside his subconscious mind. He had to be extra careful next time. Any more further loss of control would produce his demise. He was certain of it. 

After more than several hours of meager talk and relaxation, the two prepared for bed. It had been a somewhat long day, and any additional discussions or questions about his life or even the teacher's life could wait until the next morning. 

The teacher, now laying comfortably in bed, was still reminiscing regarding how absurd she was, letting this student (that she knew nothing about) stay overnight in her house. As if this was wasn't grave enough, now the student made himself a comfortable bed on the floor beside her bed and would spend the night sleeping beside her bed on the floor. Somehow he did it again and talked her into sleeping in the same room together, directly next to each other. She tried to get her mind off it, slowly closed her eyes, and finally went to sleep. 

Later that evening while the beautiful teacher slept, she suddenly was awakened, finding herself staring at someone leaning over her bed, breathing uncontrollably. She let out a blood-curdling scream but was stopped short by little hands smothering her mouth to stop the teacher from screaming any further... 

"Sheee, "don't scream, it's only me," the stranger murmured. Horrified, the teacher whispered back, "who is only me?" The student didn't acknowledge the teacher immediately. He just gawked at her weirdly, and this time he wasn't smiling or anything. He looked agitated. 

By now, the teacher began to literally feel uncomfortable. Finally, the student asked the teacher for something to eat. She told him to please lay back down on the floor and told him it was way too late to eat. He replied no, and that he really needed to get something to eat. Getting irritable, the teacher impatiently elevated her voice a little and demanded he treats himself to the kitchen. 

But the student wanted to go outside to get something to eat. She couldn't believe she was even having this discussion with the student. She thought about how he had influenced her to not only sleep over her house but even sleep in the same room together. She had enough and was not going to give in.

After a little arguing, he was yet again successful in influencing the teacher to walk outside in the middle of the night, with their pajamas on, to get a hot dog. Like he couldn't just settle for anything else. 

When they began walking, and before the teacher could begin cursing at the student, he told the teacher something she never forgets until this day. He looked straight into the teacher's eyes and said, "there is a creepy looking man in your house, sleeping under your bed." Yikes