03/05/2026
“Mummy, anytime I sleep at night, I feel a Hand touching my Body, even kíssing my Neck, and the person always whisper that I should not switch on the Light!” Natasha cried to her mom that Early Morning.
“Do you recognize the person’s voice?” Her mom asked.
“I don’t really know, I have never heard that voice before, it sounds so strange,” Natasha replied, her hands shaking as she held her breakfast tea. "It is deep, like a growl, but also very soft. It makes my skin crawl."
Natasha’s mom, Neora, was looking so confused, because she has never heard anything like that in her life. She looked at the windows and the doors of their small house. Everything was always locked tight. "Maybe it is the wind, Natasha? Or maybe the curtains are brushing against you?"
"No, Mum," Natasha insisted, tears forming in her eyes. "Curtains don't have fingers. Curtains don't whisper 'stay in the dark' into your ear."
So her dad came back that evening from Work, and Neora immediately told her Husband,
“Honey, our daughter told me something cringe and unbelievable today”
”What’s that?”
“She said anytime she’s SIeeping, she feels a hand touching her body, sometimes the person kissés her, and he always warn her not to switch on her Room light”,
My dad’s face changed, he was so àngry. He dropped his bag on the floor and stared at the hallway leading to Natasha’s bedroom.
“Who exactly is the person?, or are you sure it’s not Cockroaches that is climbing your body, or maybe you’re dreaming as usual, You know you love to dream a lot, even sometimes you urinate while dreaming” My dad said.
"Dad, stop it!" Natasha shouted from the kitchen. "I am seventeen years old. I know the difference between a bug and a human hand. This thing is heavy. It feels real."
"Listen to me, Natasha," her dad barked, walking closer to her. "We live in a safe neighborhood. I have the only keys to this house. Are you telling me a ghost is coming for you? Or are you just making up stories to get attention because you don't want to go to school?"
“Dad, this is not dream, most times, I’ll try to look at the person, he’ll prevent me from seeing his face that night, I’m just terrified and confused!!” Natasha said.
Her father sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. He looked at his wife, Neora, who was biting her nails in worry. The house felt colder all of a sudden, even though the sun had just gone down.
“We’ll find a solution to it, If that person is a human being, he’ll be dealt with specially by me, because I’ll never allow anyone hàrrass my daughter!” My dad said.
I went to the sitting Room thinking so loud, Or is it a dream?
Who exactly is touching me?
My Love, as we start this New Story, let’s Iike the Story, please, please 🙏😔, I don’t coIIect anything from anyone, it’s just the Éngagement and Iikes that encourages me.
Deariest, You know what to do right?, I'm talking about those that are just meeting this page for first time!, you can tap on the foIIow button, so that Facebook Will notify You immediately I drop the Next one, I'm just Saying for those who'll like to read about the journey of Natasha.
❤️👉 Joshua The Surgeon