My first story comes from a few years ago. During the time, I lived alone. I had come home after going to the movies with some friends. I was tired so I came straight in, checked my house for intruders (because every girl who lives alone should) and then I went to bed. I slept pretty good for a few hours, but then something happened. I was sleeping pretty deep when it felt as if someone had grabbed me by the shoulders and violently shook me awake. I nearly screamed and sat straight up in the bed. I am a tab bit afraid of the dark, so I always slept with my television on. The light from it would illuminate my entire room, except for my bathroom and my closet, which I always kept open.
Shaken up, I climbed out of my bed and slowly clicked on my bathroom light. Holding a switch blade I was originally saving for the zombie apocalypse, I peaked in my shower, the closet in my bathroom and then the closet in my room. I searched the entire house and there was only my dog Pugg, and myself in it. Seeing that it was just me and the dog, I put my knife down and went back to sleep.
About three or for hours later I awoke again, but this time it wasn't because I was grabbed. It was because I could hear people talking. You know when you walk into a crowded room and you can hear everyone talking, but you can't really make out what they're saying? That's what I heard. It sounded like a group of people talking in my room. By this time, the sun was coming up. My room was still dim but I didn't need the t.v.'s light to see anything. For about thirty seconds I stayed still and listened to the chatter. It was coming in and out, in and out, until I summed up enough courage to lift up my head. As soon as my head left my pillow the talking stopped and I felt a million glaring eyes on me, however, I saw no one.
Because I was scared and I had to get up in a few more hours to pick up my mother, I decided to just stay awake. I was lying on my back, with my hands up over my head. For a while, everything was calm. I no longer heard the voices and I was actually starting relax. However, as I stared up at the ceiling, I noticed a dark shadow dart across it. The sun was just rising, so I could see everything clearly. Suddenly, even more shadows began to dart back and forth across my ceiling. Obviously I panicked and tried to sit up, but I couldn't. Something or someone was holding my arms down by my wrist. I was kicking my legs and trying my hardest to wrestle myself away from whatever was holding me down. My wrist were sore from the pressure and I could literally feel my arms being pushed down into my bed. I started to pray and I was tempted to scream but I knew no one would hear me. I kept on repeating the Lord's prayer over and over again. About the fourth time of me saying the Lord's prayer, I heard a voice. The voice was a man's and I could hear it right next to me. Clear as day it said, "I'm not letting her up..."
Just then, the shadows disappeared, the voice went away, and the pressure holding me down, went away. I climb out of the bed, completely drained of my energy, sweating like I had ran a marathon, and trembling uncontrollably. Now, before anyone wonders if I was high or drunk during this incident, I was NOT. I do not drink or do drugs. Also, the movie I had seen that night was one of the Transformers films, so I definitely didn't see anything that might have caused me to have nightmares.
After this happened, my dog Pugg spent the next week with his tail literally tucked between his legs. He was scared out of his mind of something I couldn't see. He would constantly follow me around the house and he would stand guard in my bedroom doorway. When I slept, he would lay at the foot of my bed, watching everything.
After about a week or more, my dog returned to normal and so did my house. Thankfully, I haven't seen anymore shadows or heard anymore voices. More importantly, I haven't been held down. Now I know that whenever I feel something dark around me, I should pray. I don't know what happened to me that night and day, but I do know it was bad and whatever it was that was in my home wanted to hurt me. The only thing that saved me was the Lord.
Shaken up, I climbed out of my bed and slowly clicked on my bathroom light. Holding a switch blade I was originally saving for the zombie apocalypse, I peaked in my shower, the closet in my bathroom and then the closet in my room. I searched the entire house and there was only my dog Pugg, and myself in it. Seeing that it was just me and the dog, I put my knife down and went back to sleep.
About three or for hours later I awoke again, but this time it wasn't because I was grabbed. It was because I could hear people talking. You know when you walk into a crowded room and you can hear everyone talking, but you can't really make out what they're saying? That's what I heard. It sounded like a group of people talking in my room. By this time, the sun was coming up. My room was still dim but I didn't need the t.v.'s light to see anything. For about thirty seconds I stayed still and listened to the chatter. It was coming in and out, in and out, until I summed up enough courage to lift up my head. As soon as my head left my pillow the talking stopped and I felt a million glaring eyes on me, however, I saw no one.
Because I was scared and I had to get up in a few more hours to pick up my mother, I decided to just stay awake. I was lying on my back, with my hands up over my head. For a while, everything was calm. I no longer heard the voices and I was actually starting relax. However, as I stared up at the ceiling, I noticed a dark shadow dart across it. The sun was just rising, so I could see everything clearly. Suddenly, even more shadows began to dart back and forth across my ceiling. Obviously I panicked and tried to sit up, but I couldn't. Something or someone was holding my arms down by my wrist. I was kicking my legs and trying my hardest to wrestle myself away from whatever was holding me down. My wrist were sore from the pressure and I could literally feel my arms being pushed down into my bed. I started to pray and I was tempted to scream but I knew no one would hear me. I kept on repeating the Lord's prayer over and over again. About the fourth time of me saying the Lord's prayer, I heard a voice. The voice was a man's and I could hear it right next to me. Clear as day it said, "I'm not letting her up..."
Just then, the shadows disappeared, the voice went away, and the pressure holding me down, went away. I climb out of the bed, completely drained of my energy, sweating like I had ran a marathon, and trembling uncontrollably. Now, before anyone wonders if I was high or drunk during this incident, I was NOT. I do not drink or do drugs. Also, the movie I had seen that night was one of the Transformers films, so I definitely didn't see anything that might have caused me to have nightmares.
After this happened, my dog Pugg spent the next week with his tail literally tucked between his legs. He was scared out of his mind of something I couldn't see. He would constantly follow me around the house and he would stand guard in my bedroom doorway. When I slept, he would lay at the foot of my bed, watching everything.
After about a week or more, my dog returned to normal and so did my house. Thankfully, I haven't seen anymore shadows or heard anymore voices. More importantly, I haven't been held down. Now I know that whenever I feel something dark around me, I should pray. I don't know what happened to me that night and day, but I do know it was bad and whatever it was that was in my home wanted to hurt me. The only thing that saved me was the Lord.
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