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The Lost Child: Woke up around 3 in the morning in a paralyzed state, couldn't move. I could see though and talk. Looked at the ceiling and a very very red face which looked bloodied was staring at me with almost demonic looking large red eyes. I began to talk to the aberration. I wasn't completely afraid as most of the time there is nothing to fear with ghosts. I tried though not to show any fear, as that might set the ghost fleeing. I asked the ghost why it was there. And it slowly began to move across the room on the ceiling whispering things I didn't quite understand. I whispered back "what do you want from me?" It slowly moved down from the ceiling to right in front of my face staring with it's two large red eyes. It then transformed into a weird face with large bloodied teeth as if trying to scare me as I lay in bed staring up. My cat who was asleep on the bed awoke. He jumped up and took off startled. I assume it witnessed the ghost transforming into this horror.

I said "I'm not afraid of you." I reached out to touch the face. It move quickly past the side of my bed pulling my right side leg up into the air while passing. Then slapping my foot wildly completely grabbing my attention as I lay in a paralyzed state. My right leg was now floating being pulled up above the bed. I was still basically in a paralyzed state, but could move my arms and speak out. We were whispering to each other but now the communication seemed blurred as if we were speaking in tongues. Out the side of the wall of my bedroom, behind me the ghost seem to be floating, going down some dark swirling tunnel. The tunnel was pouring out into my room small dark clouds spinning over my head out from a side wall, the ghost moving past me, slowly by the side of my bed, as if being pulled down into this deep dark whirlpool of clouds. "This is ecoplasm," I thought as it poured out from the tunnel, the ghost floating, now fleeing going down the dark hole. The clouds swirled over top me, above my bed as I stare toward the hole and back up to the ceiling. As if being compelled, being guided to do so I quickly reached around to grab the abberation going down the tunnel as it was fleeing this world. The ghost then came back out shot up to the ceiling and then floated slowly back down hovering above me as I lay in bed, the ghost head now floating above me right in front of my face staring as I continued to lay on the bed paralyzed, unable to move. The cloudlike ecoplasm was going up to the ceiling and pouring out. The abberation, then staring, looked sadly into my eyes this small head floating directly in front of my face. I lay partially paralyzed, it's blood red eyes staring. It whispered in a small desparate small child's voice. A very sad, tired and weary sounding, but scared slightly crying child's voice. With it's small red face, a young girl of around 8 or 9 years old now appearing, she whispered almost crying. "Will you help me?" In reaction or maybe it was my fear I whispered back, "I'm the one that needs help!"

A very strong sense of sorrow then came over me. I felt calm. I said "yes, I'll help you if I can, if it's something not evil." The little child's face then fled back down the tunnel.

I picked up my guitar and sang the sad song of the ghost hunter.

"On this lonely night down in the hollow
of the dock of boon
I sing this lonely song of a Jakob Lemy Tune"
I sing to you my child lost between two worlds
The way is over there take that tunnel little girl"

Continued........