Nefertiti’s Ghost Stories
Part 1
I graduated from the University of Kentucky in 1997 with a Bachelor of Arts in Advertising. My college years were full with friendship, campus parties, and late night cram sessions. Although I graduated from the University of Kentucky, I actually started my college years at the University of Louisville. Toward the end of my freshman year at U of L, I fell in love with a guy from back home. On the weekends I would hop on I-64 to rush back to Lexington to be with my new boyfriend. Often times we would spend the weekend together at his sister’s apartment. She would let us have the entire place to our selves. One morning, as he and I lay in each other's arms, I awoke to find a huge rattlesnake hissing and gliding over me. I immediately jumped up and started yelling.
“Brent, Brent, get up, there’s a snake in the bed!” I screamed.
“What,” he asked half dazed as his eyes adjusted to the early morning brightness.
“A snake, a snake in the bed, you have to get it.” Brent sat up and started patting the covers.
“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” He asked.
“Yes, check underneath the bed!” He lifted the covers and peered underneath. He then started laughing...
“Nefertiti, you were just dreaming, come here.” And he grabbed me and held me. But even today I know that that snake did not come from a dream. Another time in the same bed, in the same apartment, but in the middle of the night as we lay sleeping next to each other, Brent opened his eyes to a red glow in the room. He looked toward the bedroom door and saw what he says was the devil standing tall in the doorway looking down at him. Brent says he blinked, and the devil laughed. Brent then grabbed me close and closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.
Part 1
I graduated from the University of Kentucky in 1997 with a Bachelor of Arts in Advertising. My college years were full with friendship, campus parties, and late night cram sessions. Although I graduated from the University of Kentucky, I actually started my college years at the University of Louisville. Toward the end of my freshman year at U of L, I fell in love with a guy from back home. On the weekends I would hop on I-64 to rush back to Lexington to be with my new boyfriend. Often times we would spend the weekend together at his sister’s apartment. She would let us have the entire place to our selves. One morning, as he and I lay in each other's arms, I awoke to find a huge rattlesnake hissing and gliding over me. I immediately jumped up and started yelling.
“Brent, Brent, get up, there’s a snake in the bed!” I screamed.
“What,” he asked half dazed as his eyes adjusted to the early morning brightness.
“A snake, a snake in the bed, you have to get it.” Brent sat up and started patting the covers.
“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” He asked.
“Yes, check underneath the bed!” He lifted the covers and peered underneath. He then started laughing...
“Nefertiti, you were just dreaming, come here.” And he grabbed me and held me. But even today I know that that snake did not come from a dream. Another time in the same bed, in the same apartment, but in the middle of the night as we lay sleeping next to each other, Brent opened his eyes to a red glow in the room. He looked toward the bedroom door and saw what he says was the devil standing tall in the doorway looking down at him. Brent says he blinked, and the devil laughed. Brent then grabbed me close and closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.
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