
This Man Thinks He's Being Haunted By A Ghost Child With A Dented Head
By Jaime LutzNov. 18 2019, Updated 2:33 p.m. ET
It seems like everyone knows somebody who grew up in a living situation or encountered something that was out of the realm of the ordinary. Whether they lived in a creepy house whose cabinets opened and shut in the middle of the night by themselves. Or maybe their furniture would be re-arranged while they were outside of the house or they'd hear strange noises in the middle of the night and hallucinate seeing family members walking down the stairs, even though they've been outside of the house for hours, there's always somebody with a crazy story that we convince ourselves has to be made up.
Because there's no way that ghosts and other spooky things like that exist, right? Or else we'd have some concrete evidence of it.
Illustrator Adam Ellis thinks he is being haunted by a murderous ghost. And after reading his Twitter thread about it, you might end up agreeing with him.
So, my apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child and he's trying to kill me. (thread)
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
The first time Ellis saw the ghost, it seemed like just a (terrifying) sleep paralysis vision.
He started appearing in dreams, but I think he's crossed over into the real world now.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
The first time I saw him, I was experiencing sleep paralysis and saw a child sitting in the green rocking chair at the foot of my bed.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
One where Ellis was able to see his vision clearly enough that he could draw it later.
He had a huge misshapen head that was dented on one side. I did my best to draw it: pic.twitter.com/AJizlw7qXe
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
But the vision was INTENSE.
For a while he just stared at me, but then he got out of the chair and started shambling toward the bed.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I couldn't move because I was paralyzed. (I have sleep paralysis fairly often. It sucks.)
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Right before he reached my bed, I woke up screaming.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
And it wasn't the last dream on the subject, either.
I had another dream a few nights later, where I was in a library and a girl came up to me and said, "You've seen Dear David, haven't you?"
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I was like, "Who?" And she said, "Dear David. You saw him."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
She continued, "He's dead. He only appears at midnight, and you can ask him two questions if you said 'Dear David' first."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Then she added, "But never try to ask him a third question, or he'll kill you."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Holy moly. Okay, this is all terrifying, but just as long as he doesn't ask Dear David three questions, he should be fi—
I was very shaken! Having two dreams about the same thing is pretty weird. Anyway, a couple weeks passed without incident.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Then, David came back in another dream. Same situation—I was in bed, and he was sitting in the rocking chair near the window, staring at me.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
In the dream, I say, "Dear David, how did you die?" He mumbles, "An accident in a store."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I say, "Dear David, what happened in the store?" He groans, "A shelf was pushed on my head."
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I'm frozen with fear. I ask, "Who pushed the shelf?" David doesn't answer.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I realize that I've asked a third question, which I'm not supposed to do. At that point, I wake up, absolutely terrified.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
YOU HAD ONE JOB, ADAM!
Of course, he goes down a rabbit hole looking up information about Dear David.
The next couple days I google deaths in the city, but can't find anything about a kid named David dying in a store.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
I even try different names—Daniel, Dylan, Devon. Nothing. A few weeks go by without incident.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Sort of randomly, the apartment above mine is vacated, and I have the opportunity to move into it. It's a larger apartment, so I'm thrilled.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Another month or two goes by, and I sort of forget about Dear David. I think he lost track of me because I moved upstairs.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Oh, like you were going to get off THAT easy. David's a ghost, dude!
But lately, something strange is happening.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
For the past 4 nights, my cats gather at the front door at exactly midnight & just stare at it, almost like something is on the other side. pic.twitter.com/Y8nnVLv6b4
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
AHHH IT IS TOTALLY DEAR DAVID.
Last night I got a weird feeling and looked out the peephole, and I'm dead certain I saw movement on the other side.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
When I opened the door and turned on the hall light, nothing was there, but my cats seemed unnerved. Bushy tails, etc.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
And that's where I am right now. Dear David found me, I think. I don't know what to do. I'll keep you updated.
— ˗ˏˋ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴇʟʟɪs ˊˎ˗ (@moby_dickhead) August 7, 2017
Um, RIP, and thank you for the very spooky Twitter thread.