RM_Slyfire
"Train, say your prayers, and eat your vitamins!"
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I’m 17 (turning 18 very soon) and for the last 4–5 years, I’ve felt an intense, unexplainable connection to Richard Ramirez, the “Night Stalker.” I know exactly what he did — I’m not glorifying or romanticizing him. But there’s always been something about his energy that pulled me in. It was never just curiosity. It felt like a strange, spiritual draw. Like he noticed me back.
I used to dream about him all the time. Very vivid dreams — he would appear in my room or in real places I knew. He’d stare at me, sometimes speak, sometimes just... be there. I’ve had nights where I felt him still near me even after waking up. Over the years, I’ve also felt things: my bed slightly dipping like someone sat beside me, hearing soft footsteps when no one else is home, or feeling something tug my foot as I walked alone.
But this week, it went beyond dreams or feelings — it became physical.
I had spent most of the day thinking about him. Talking about him with a close friend, scrolling through photos, and revisiting quotes. That same friend had borrowed my copy of “The Life and Crimes of Richard Ramirez” — she returned it to me around 1 p.m. We hung out for a bit, then I went home around 4 p.m.
Everything felt normal... until about 10 p.m. I went to the bathroom and noticed two scratches on the back of my right calf. One was a broken, thin line — almost like a weak fingernail mark. The other was curved, shaped like a parenthesis “)“. Not red or bleeding, but very real, very fresh. No explanation. I hadn’t bumped into anything, I hadn’t been sleeping, and I have no pets.
What scared me most was that I didn’t feel fear — I felt relief. As if something inside me already knew what this was. Like I was being acknowledged.
I texted my friend shortly after, telling her about the scratches and asking if she’d experienced anything weird. She replied that she didn’t want to sound crazy, but since she had borrowed the book, she’d been having intense dreams about Richard. In the dreams, he looks directly at her, speaks sometimes, and the feeling lingers even after waking up. And recently, she woke up with three thin scratches on the left side of her neck. Clean, precise lines — no reason, no injury, no explanation.
She’s now afraid to sleep. She’s been feeling overwhelmed with anxiety, and she told me the sense of being watched is constant — especially at night.
Now it’s not just me anymore. We’ve both been marked. We’re both dreaming of him. We both feel like he’s watching.
Neither of us has ever had experiences like this before. It all started with that book. And now it feels like something’s been opened — or reawakened.
I’m not religious, but I believe in energy and the spiritual. And I truly believe Richard Ramirez hasn’t fully left. His energy is still present. Still lingering. Still reaching. And maybe… he’s chosen to attach.
If anyone has ever gone through something similar — being haunted or drawn in by someone long gone — especially someone dark, I’d really like to hear your story. This doesn’t feel random.
This feels like he sees us. And maybe, he never stopped watching.
I used to dream about him all the time. Very vivid dreams — he would appear in my room or in real places I knew. He’d stare at me, sometimes speak, sometimes just... be there. I’ve had nights where I felt him still near me even after waking up. Over the years, I’ve also felt things: my bed slightly dipping like someone sat beside me, hearing soft footsteps when no one else is home, or feeling something tug my foot as I walked alone.
But this week, it went beyond dreams or feelings — it became physical.
I had spent most of the day thinking about him. Talking about him with a close friend, scrolling through photos, and revisiting quotes. That same friend had borrowed my copy of “The Life and Crimes of Richard Ramirez” — she returned it to me around 1 p.m. We hung out for a bit, then I went home around 4 p.m.
Everything felt normal... until about 10 p.m. I went to the bathroom and noticed two scratches on the back of my right calf. One was a broken, thin line — almost like a weak fingernail mark. The other was curved, shaped like a parenthesis “)“. Not red or bleeding, but very real, very fresh. No explanation. I hadn’t bumped into anything, I hadn’t been sleeping, and I have no pets.
What scared me most was that I didn’t feel fear — I felt relief. As if something inside me already knew what this was. Like I was being acknowledged.
I texted my friend shortly after, telling her about the scratches and asking if she’d experienced anything weird. She replied that she didn’t want to sound crazy, but since she had borrowed the book, she’d been having intense dreams about Richard. In the dreams, he looks directly at her, speaks sometimes, and the feeling lingers even after waking up. And recently, she woke up with three thin scratches on the left side of her neck. Clean, precise lines — no reason, no injury, no explanation.
She’s now afraid to sleep. She’s been feeling overwhelmed with anxiety, and she told me the sense of being watched is constant — especially at night.
Now it’s not just me anymore. We’ve both been marked. We’re both dreaming of him. We both feel like he’s watching.
Neither of us has ever had experiences like this before. It all started with that book. And now it feels like something’s been opened — or reawakened.
I’m not religious, but I believe in energy and the spiritual. And I truly believe Richard Ramirez hasn’t fully left. His energy is still present. Still lingering. Still reaching. And maybe… he’s chosen to attach.
If anyone has ever gone through something similar — being haunted or drawn in by someone long gone — especially someone dark, I’d really like to hear your story. This doesn’t feel random.
This feels like he sees us. And maybe, he never stopped watching.
