Something Was Outside My Window

I'm 19 years old and my experiences with the paranormal have been an ongoing ordeal in my life. However, this particular story took place in the Summer of 2011 (when I was 16) and 2012 (17).

It was around 12:30 am when I jumped out of my bed and ran to my bathroom, for no reason. I stood at my bathroom mirror staring at my reflection for about a minute. Confused, I went back to my room to lie down in my bed to think about what just happened and 10 minutes later, when I was settled down about to dose off again, I heard tapping at my window. I completely froze. I looked in the direction of my window in both shock and disbelief.

I thought to myself, "How can someone be at my window? I'm on the 3rd floor of a house..." It didn't make sense. I was too afraid to look outside the window from fear of what might see. I just lie there in my bed hoping it would stop. It kept tapping... Then it stopped... Started again and then stop for good. At the same time this was happening, I heard people walking by (maybe 2 or 3 folks) on the sidewalk about a yard away. The tapping stopped as the people came closer to our house before they walked past it. I sensed that whatever was outside my window was gone. Relieved, I went back to sleep.

This second incident happened another summer later (same house). This time, it was around 9:30 pm. I had just gotten off of the Internet and about to hit the hay sack. I had trouble falling asleep that night so I decided to listen to some music to help relax my mind. I then got this awful and suffocating sense of terror; absolutely vile. Of course, this made me pull out my ear buds. I knew that whatever was outside my window was watching me and it was much more dominant since the last visit.

I just sat up in my bed and looked at television. Trying to ignore the being, I turned up the volume and managed to fake a nervous laugh at the cartoon I was watching. I didn't work. The tapping started immediately afterwards. Whatever was tapping at my window KNEW I was afraid and it was taunting me. I was pretty sure it could have harmed me if it wanted to. I wanted to scream but I did not because I didn't want to wake my parents. They would've been angry with me. I did, however, jump out of my bed and dart to the bathroom. Trembling, I had to make a decision; I was either, to go sleep with my parents (and face their anger) or go back to my room and hope that the being was gone (which I highly doubted). I slept with my parents that night. The feeling of terror instantly went away when I entered my parents' room. I accepted the lecture they gave me about staying up late and trying to annoy them. I didn't care if they didn't believed me, I was just glad to sleep with them so I wouldn't have to face whatever was in my room outside my window.

That's all I have for now. Thanks for reading!