The Grey Child

by Caitlyn
(Elkridge, MD)

This must have been years ago. I was about 17, sleeping over at my friend's house. I thought it would be cool to bring my Ouija board, thinking I really knew a lot. I was wrong.

We came into contact with what I thought was a deceased child. He played some games with us, flipping the lights on and off, and my friend had gotten freaked out, so I quickly ended the session.

I thought he went back to sleep. Not till a few weeks later, I was in my room, on my bed, reading something for school. My door was closed, none of the animals could possibly be inside. I felt a pressure on the side of my bed, and so I look over.

A grey child, about 6 or 7 years of age was clinging onto my bed, nails were bitten to the point they were bleeding, or had dried blood on them. His face looked so angry, his eyes were blood-shot, his teeth were pointed, and also seemed to have dried blood on them. His breathing was ragged, seething, glaring at me for a good, I estimate, 2 minutes. He didn't say anything. Just glared at me with those eyes.

I'm 20 now. Last week, I saw him again. Or at least, I think it was him. My parents had bought this vacation cottage in Delaware. The bedroom, I was staying in, with a friend, scared me. It didn't feel right to me. My friend slept just fine, but I had trouble falling asleep at night, even though I was exhausted.

I believe I saw him again, but this time, he was standing in the back yard, had several arms, which reminded me of a tree, and he was just staring at me. Then I saw what he saw; a scale.
It was a golden scale, with jewel decor on it, some encased, some hanging freely, like a necklace for the scale.

I have yet to know who/what this child is. And what he wants.