Infinite Grey
October 17th, 2004, 06:28 AM
My story, true story
I can't remember when I first experienced this but I'm sure it was shortly after puberty had set in. lonely.gif But I do remember when it was at its worst, I was 14 or so when I started having night attacks. I would wake up in the morning with weird bruises on my arms, legs and chest. At first I attributed it to me being a restless sleeper, but then it progressed into strange scratches in similar place. Occasionally I would have some fairly deep "scratches" on my arms and legs, but I told my mother that I was just scratching myself in my sleep. All very reasonable, except I couldn't ever explain the evil presence that lingered in my bedroom. There was no temperature change or putrid smell, just a feeling of ultimate hostility as if someone was standing behind you ready to hack at you with a knife. It got to the point my brother wouldn't even come into my room, he was terrified of it. I had never spoken to him about the feeling and when I asked why he never can into my room the chat he replied "I don't like your room, it feels wrong." The few time he did come in he was always nervous and couldn't concentrate on anything but getting out. I stop sleeping more then a few hours a night as the feeling continued to get worse and worse, then finally I abandoned my room completely when I was thrown out of bed by an unseen force. I was thrown with so much force I injured my knee as I land a few feet from my bed, further then if I had simply fallen out of bed. Knowing no one would believe me I told everyone I fell out of bed fffangry.gif
Terrified I started sleeping on the couch down stairs in the living room, no one could work out why and I was told to sleep in my own bed a number of times. But I would always sneak back down to the couch, finally getting a good night sleep. But then I started feeling the presence again, as if someone was standing above me behind the couch. The bruising had started again, and instead of being scared I was furious. The next day I stormed up to my room and just stood in there, the compulsion to run was nearly irresistible. I grabbed a clay mask off my wall (I had made a clay mask in art, it looked like a primitive god) and took it out side and smashed it with a hammer. To me it was a symbol me fighting back, making it clear I had had enough. When I returned to my room the presence had gone.
Now you may say it was all in my mind, but how do explain that my brother had felt it and even my mother who for some reason only spent as little time as possible in my room? My sister flat out refused to go in there, the only one whom was unaffected was my dad, but he is very strong both emotionally and physically.
Scarier yet, I have felt the presence again in each house I have move to. I now live interstate to where I used to live and I still occasionally feel the presence. I now try to ignore and at least the bruise, scratches and bodily harm hasn't returned.
This a true story...
I can't remember when I first experienced this but I'm sure it was shortly after puberty had set in. lonely.gif But I do remember when it was at its worst, I was 14 or so when I started having night attacks. I would wake up in the morning with weird bruises on my arms, legs and chest. At first I attributed it to me being a restless sleeper, but then it progressed into strange scratches in similar place. Occasionally I would have some fairly deep "scratches" on my arms and legs, but I told my mother that I was just scratching myself in my sleep. All very reasonable, except I couldn't ever explain the evil presence that lingered in my bedroom. There was no temperature change or putrid smell, just a feeling of ultimate hostility as if someone was standing behind you ready to hack at you with a knife. It got to the point my brother wouldn't even come into my room, he was terrified of it. I had never spoken to him about the feeling and when I asked why he never can into my room the chat he replied "I don't like your room, it feels wrong." The few time he did come in he was always nervous and couldn't concentrate on anything but getting out. I stop sleeping more then a few hours a night as the feeling continued to get worse and worse, then finally I abandoned my room completely when I was thrown out of bed by an unseen force. I was thrown with so much force I injured my knee as I land a few feet from my bed, further then if I had simply fallen out of bed. Knowing no one would believe me I told everyone I fell out of bed fffangry.gif
Terrified I started sleeping on the couch down stairs in the living room, no one could work out why and I was told to sleep in my own bed a number of times. But I would always sneak back down to the couch, finally getting a good night sleep. But then I started feeling the presence again, as if someone was standing above me behind the couch. The bruising had started again, and instead of being scared I was furious. The next day I stormed up to my room and just stood in there, the compulsion to run was nearly irresistible. I grabbed a clay mask off my wall (I had made a clay mask in art, it looked like a primitive god) and took it out side and smashed it with a hammer. To me it was a symbol me fighting back, making it clear I had had enough. When I returned to my room the presence had gone.
Now you may say it was all in my mind, but how do explain that my brother had felt it and even my mother who for some reason only spent as little time as possible in my room? My sister flat out refused to go in there, the only one whom was unaffected was my dad, but he is very strong both emotionally and physically.
Scarier yet, I have felt the presence again in each house I have move to. I now live interstate to where I used to live and I still occasionally feel the presence. I now try to ignore and at least the bruise, scratches and bodily harm hasn't returned.
This a true story...