The Grimacing Ghost: The Terrifying True Story Behind the TV | engelchanneling®
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◆ The Ghost with the Grimace ◆
There was a bone-chilling bang—a misfire echoing into the silence of the morning—and I was jolted awake. What had that been? Suddenly, I perceived the dark shadow of a figure next to my bed and was startled once more. This shadowy figure moved hastily into the center of the room. My breath caught, and goosebumps spread across my entire body. Cold sweats followed, and panic seized me. Yet, this shadow remained standing in the center of the room. I looked cautiously to the left and to the right to see if this mist-like appearance came from something explainable. No.
So, helpless as a small child, I pulled the blanket over my head, hoping to put an end to the haunting. When I lifted the blanket again, the figure was gone. Had I only imagined it? Was it just sleepiness? Probably. I reassuringly told myself that my eyes were playing tricks on me and that all of this only resulted from being abruptly torn from sleep.
The clock showed 6:44 AM. Cautiously and still frightened, I crawled out from under the covers and decided to take a shower to collect myself. I almost crept on tiptoe into the bathroom. The shock of the fright still ran deep—like the feelings of a nightmare that one carries into the waking state.
The water pattered gently over my head, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth. It was a wonderful and, above all, soul-soothing feeling after that terrible experience.
My cat scratched at the shower, so I opened my eyes. I screamed, slipped, and slammed against the tiles on the wall. My heart stopped. It wasn't my cat scratching there—it was a ghastly, distorted face pressing itself against the glass wall. While it grinned at me maliciously, the figure's hand scraped against the shower wall. I froze, firmly convinced my final hour had struck. This was too much. Still pressed against the tiles, I watched as the cruel grimace disappeared. This situation felt more than threatening. It had the quality of a deadly game—a cat playing with its mouse. I had to flee, no matter who or what that was. Was it a burglar? A ghost? Or even a demon?
◆ The Chase and the Voice from the Void ◆
Slowly, I opened the shower door and listened intently. Nothing could be heard. Another checking glance—nothing. What should I do? I couldn't stay in the shower forever. So, I gathered all my courage, hopped out quickly, and grabbed a towel. In a frantic rush, I got dressed and ran into the hallway. There, I grabbed my keys and ran out of the apartment. I just had to get away...
Unkempt and paralyzed with a hellish fear, I raced to my car and drove around aimlessly, not knowing what to do. I was completely overwhelmed. It couldn't have been a human, since it had been a shadow figure before. But it couldn't be anything good either, if it was hunting and terrifying me like this. A thousand racing thoughts hammered through my head, which was already throbbing with pain.
Lost in thought, I only subconsciously noticed something knocking in the back of my Audi. But suddenly, I heard it loudly. Indeed, someone was knocking on my rear window. But that was impossible, as I was driving and the car was in motion. My heart was in my throat, pounding against my temples. This was a nightmare. Pure horror. This cannot be, and it must not be.
I was so shocked that my emotions suddenly flipped into rage. "Dammit, who are you and what do you want from me?" I screamed angrily, feeling an immediate sense of relief from letting off steam.
A male voice from nowhere answered frantically, yet unfittingly for the previously threatening situation: "I must go, but I will come back, and then please listen to me!"
"Great," I thought, "finally there's an explanation and then this ghost disappears? Is this a joke? Am I on Candid Camera? None of this makes any sense."
The rest of the day remained quiet.
In the evening, I told my husband about this experience. I explained and reported what had happened down to the smallest detail. He looked at me somewhat skeptically but also knew that with my visions and my talent, anything was possible. However, he couldn't really help me either, as such a situation was just as foreign to him as it was to me. What could he have changed anyway? So, I was just satisfied that I could open my heart and wasn't judged by him.
An hour later, a good friend came to visit us. We told him nothing of the morning's events. Since it got quite late, he stayed overnight in our living room on the pull-out sofa.
Suddenly, in the middle of the night, Holger came running out of the living room into our bedroom, screaming. Horror was written all over his face. He was pale as a sheet and rambled something like: "I'm driving home right now! I will never sleep at your place again..." He was completely beside himself, his voice cracking several times.
◆ The Message from the Shadows ◆
At first, we didn't understand what was happening, so we tried to calm him down. He described it to us: "I woke up because something touched me. I only noticed it subconsciously and turned over. As I lay on the other side, something touched me again, and I tried to fend it off with my eyes closed. I thought it was your cat." His breathing became audible, like someone with asthma, even though he didn't suffer from the condition.
He was trembling as he continued. "Something touched me again, and now I opened my eyes. Guys, this is so crazy, so sick. But there, sitting next to me on the sofa, was a creepy figure with a truly nasty, distorted face. I swear to you, it was real! It wasn't a dream!"
My husband looked at me, and I looked at my husband. We both turned visibly pale. My husband was even more shocked than I was, as he now had further confirmation of what I had seen. I, on the other hand, was worried about what else might be coming our way. We hadn't told Holger anything about my experience, and we didn't tell him afterward either. It all sounded too crazy. Besides, we didn't want to alarm our friend further.
We tried to convince Holger that he'd just had a bad dream that felt realistic as he woke up. This worked to some extent, and we went back to sleep.
The next morning, it became clear to me that I could only put an end to this haunting if I engaged with it and stopped resisting. This wasn't easy at all, as I had no way of knowing what I was getting into. It could have gone badly. Who knows? But at best, the haunting would be over.
I waited until our friend drove home. I didn't want him to ever be afraid to visit us. He knows about my gift, but always from a safe distance.
As soon as Holger was gone, I sat alone in the bedroom. I gathered all the courage I had and spoke into the room. Immediately, that dark shadow appeared. I felt a chill and began to feel sick to my stomach. But I had to push through it.
Whatever this being was, it contradicted what I had experienced before. It brought so much sadness into the room that the aggression I had felt the day before no longer fit the current situation. This mystical phantom spoke to me first:
"I don't have much time and too little strength. So listen to me carefully. Please tell my parents it was just an accident! Make sure they find out!"
The ghost paused briefly and looked at me questioningly, as if to see if I had understood everything. I nodded.
◆ The Final Confession: A Tragic Mistake ◆
"It's me, Matthias. The Matthias who always loved to scare you... My girlfriend broke up with me, and I wanted to win her back. So, I made an appointment with her at my place. To prove my love to her, I did something very stupid. I had previously put a hose from the exhaust into the car and started it. I knew that she would be coming soon and would find me. But she didn't come! And it happened as it probably had to happen. Believe me, I didn't want to die," the deceased told me, and continued.
"My parents are now full of grief. Not only over my loss—no, they think they should have helped me and that they didn't notice my sorrow! Tell them they are the best parents one could ever wish for. I didn't know who could help them and me. But then I thought of you. So please, help us," he begged me.
I promised to help him and fulfill his wish. Then Matthias dissolved and disappeared.
I was shocked. I was not only speechless, but my entire mind was empty. Matthias and I weren't that close, but still, I should have heard about it. Why didn't anyone tell me he was dead?
Now I also understood the distorted face. Yes, Matthias—he was the one who made it a sport and a joy to scare me during his lifetime. He once surprised me with a Halloween mask at the corner of our house. He lurked there in the dark and found it incredibly funny to jump out just as I was rummaging through my bag for my house key. Now everything made sense.
I was at a loss. How was I supposed to deliver his wish to his parents, whom I had never met? So, I first called a mutual acquaintance of Matthias and me. Cautiously, I felt my way forward, asking what was new. He immediately began to tell me: "Haven't you heard? Matthias took his own life because of a broken heart!"
Okay, that was bone-chilling. If it had only been a nightmare or a figment of my imagination, I would have felt better. Now I learned everything again, in black and white.
Manfred knew about my abilities, but I still had to proceed carefully. Mindfully, I reported to Manfred what Matthias wanted, with the request to pass this on to Matthias' parents. Well, hopefully, that went well!
A few days later, Manfred called me and said: "The parents are deeply saddened by the loss of their son. Nevertheless, imagine this—the grief over their supposed failure has come to an abrupt end! They now know that they did nothing wrong. It's truly insane how what I found out matches your encounter: It is true that he had an appointment with his ex-girlfriend and she didn't show up. But they don't want to tell the girlfriend anything about it, and neither should we. After all, it wasn't her fault, and she should be able to go on with her life."
◆ The Healing Message ◆
I was at a loss. How was I supposed to deliver his wish to his parents, whom I had never met? So, I first called a mutual acquaintance of Matthias and me. Cautiously, I felt my way forward, asking if there was any news. He immediately began to tell me: "Haven't you heard? Matthias took his own life because of a broken heart!"
It was bone-chilling. If it had only been a nightmare or a figment of my imagination, I would have felt better. Now, I had the confirmation in black and white.
Manfred knew about my abilities, but I still had to proceed with caution. Mindfully, I told Manfred what Matthias had requested, asking him to pass it on to the parents. I could only hope for the best.
A few days later, Manfred called me: "The parents are deeply saddened by the loss of their son. But imagine this—the grief over their perceived failure has come to an abrupt end! They now know they didn't do anything wrong. It's truly insane how the facts match your encounter: It is true that he had an appointment with his ex-girlfriend and she didn't show up. But they don't want to tell her anything about it, and neither should we. After all, it wasn't her fault, and she should be able to move on with her life."
