I have had many experiences throughout my life with the paranormal, be it visual or spiritual. This story relates to a time when I was living with my parents and sister. We lived on the outskirts of a suburb in Broome, Western Australia. Behind the back fence was bush land and my father would tell us that we could no longer jump the back fence for firewood because he would see spirits follow my sister and I. We knew that most areas in the suburb were ancient burial ground but we (as part aboriginal Australians) knew to steer clear of said areas.
After graduating high school my father gave me a year off to relax and recuperate after my brother passed away. I would spend my nights reading books and spend my days either sleeping or in a daze. (I am a night person) One night I was reading my book by the light coming from my open window. My bedroom was in darkness so the light shining on the white page would momentarily blind me. Around 2.30am I put my book down to rest my eyes and adjust them to the darkness again when my bedroom suddenly went a few degrees cooler, this freaked me out. (Broome in West Australia is very tropical so this sudden drop in temp is very strange)
I looked up to see a menacing cloaked figure standing a few inches away from me. Needless to say I was scared. I lay frozen in place on my bed and couldn't move an inch. (I think this is more out of fear and not sleep paralysis) by this time I had fully regained my distorted eyesight, I saw its face.
It had a huge mouth, and glowing red eyes. But the thing that really scared me stiff less was its smile. (I am extremely scared of clowns, they are creepy) This entity's smile deeply reminded me of an evil clown. I wanted to close my eyes but the ghost controlled my gaze. It started to laugh, but I couldn't hear anything, I could just see it.
Then it started to shake my bed. I thought my bed was going to fall apart any minute! The shaking stopped after a while, but the ghost kept on watching me. We stayed like that until 4.15am. (The reason I know the exact time is that as soon as it left, I jumped up to check on my sister, to see if it had gone to scare the living daylights out of her. It hadn't.
It was not only frightening, but physically exhausting on my part. As soon as the sun came up I fell asleep. Looking back, I do not think it was a ghost, more of a demon.
I would love to hear from anyone that had a similar experience happen to them. By the way, my father had since smoked the house out and nothing had since bothered me to that extent for the remainder of my time there.
(In our area of Australia, aboriginals who were having spirit trouble within their lives, homes and family, would seek out an elder to collect and bless a certain type of tree to collect a thick, dry piece from it. This wood would then be burned throughout the house and we (all inhabitants of said house) would be smoked. (Similar to smudging)
Thanks for taking the time to read about one of my experience.