Now I've had a few experiences in my life but this little adventure has left me stumped and somewhat confused. I am currently 20 and live in Pennsylvania but these events take place from my freshman year in high school to the point where I was a junior. For the record I never sought out ghosts messed with Ouija boards and the like. It all started in my old house, my mom and her friends were playing a tweaked version of D&D being bored I thought it'd probably be better for me to just fall asleep until my dad came to pick us up.
Seeking out the nearest place to crash I just laid down on a sitting bench my moms friend had, I was facing them when suddenly I found myself unable to move, I heard my mom laugh and her friends carry on with their game, all I could think of was "Oh god I can't breathe, come on mom help me." fortunately I woke up on my own accord a few moments after, I sat up out of breath and wondering why no one helped me, I brushed it off thinking maybe I was half asleep and half my body was functioning so I just went to watch TV. Now some time late in my freshman year I decided to be lazy and take a nap during the day, it was probably four pm at the time being that it was still light out.
My room is essentially a box shape, at the bottom left is a door that opens to the hallway and on the top left facing the wall is a closet door I barricaded with a rather large dresser since my sisters room is on the other side and I did not want her sneaking into my room, My bed is on the floor in the top right parallel to the closet. So I curled up got nice and comfy and fell asleep facing the closet, suddenly again I can not move anything but my eyes, and am staring straight at my dresser.
At first I think nothing of it and suddenly I am aware that yes I am asleep exactly where I was before, it was hard to breathe again but eventually I found a way to wake myself up, you're going to laugh but I can actually move one of my toes now. So I trick myself into thinking I am falling, eventually waking myself up breathless. So now I'm thinking its nothing more then something funky going on with my sleeping pattern, maybe the reason why I have it because I am falling asleep at odd times. A few weeks later I decided it was safe to take a nap again being no incidents have happened yet, and of course it did.
Once again I found myself facing my dresser but I am able to breathe more clear in this little 'dream', I stared for a moment thinking this is annoying when I hear something that sent a icy dagger right into my gut. I heard a child laughing. The only thing I could think of was waking up as fast as possible again. I trick my body into thinking its falling and wake up, however when I woke this time I felt horrible, as if I haven't slept in ages and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep, regardless I stumble my way downstairs it probably took ten minuets for me to be awake completely.
With that I decided that I wouldn't be napping anytime soon and the incidents stopped for awhile. In my Sophomore year I had long forgotten by this point why I didn't nap anymore, it was a sleepy day at that too warm to go outside or do anything productive to I op to pass the hottest part of the day with a rest. Again I found myself facing my closet, but this time I didn't look at my dresser, rather a girl. I'm 5'6 and this dresser comes to the mid of my ribcages so I'm guessing she was five or six.
This girl wore a long white dress, her hair was black and straight, her bangs came down to her shoulders and I'm sure it was long in the back, she had pale skin, that was as white as her dress and her face I couldn't make out. It was there but it was blurred out, any dream I have of people their faces are usually blurred off, it didn't bother me that I didn't see her face but somehow I knew as she leered down at me, that she was smiling... And it wasn't a pleasant one either. Being that she was eight feet away and I found myself unable to move or breath properly I panicked and woke myself up as quickly as I could. "Oh hell, oh hell wake up." is all I chanted in my head before I was awake again, like the last time I was very tired this time and wanted to go back to sleep. Shaken by the event I tried to reason to myself I probably just had a nightmare of the creepy grudge chick, ignoring the fact that I was aware in my dream.
My final experience would be late in my junior year, I was visiting a friend house and we decided it'd be cool to watch some myth busters and TAPs for the day. The room we were in is sort of funky shaped, kind of like facing a barn from the front, he has arch that leads into the kitchen by the doorway is a brown case that came up to the mid of my chest like my dresser, and a giant cushy couch after that that circles the room. We decided to watch TAPs in the dark of the mid day for kicks and to get a 'spooky' vibe, which didn't help too much being that it was a rerun.
Growing bored I laid my head down on a lower part of a short end table he had, it has a bottom of wood on the on the floor that I used as a pillow since I was on the floor, the corner of it is in between the arch and the brown case that held all his DVDs. I fell asleep facing the arch and found myself again aware that I had fallen asleep, once again it was harder to breath but this time not that much and not moving. My friend 'Tom' was going on about the show to my little sister, I just signed in my head and looked around thinking "Oh not again." Again there was a little girl but this one was different from the first.
First she didn't scare me in the slightest, she appeared to be younger then the first, hair black and to the shoulder, she was sitting with her knees to her chest and not even looking at me but appeared to be looking at my friend. I watched her for a moment before her head slowly turned towards me, suddenly aware I was watching her she plopped her hands down in front of her and began to crawl towards the kitchens (thankfully!) as she passed the wooden stands edge that blocked my vision of the space between the arch and the DVD case I looked to the other side where I expected to see her move into the kitchen. Her body did not show past the wood but I watched her feet disappear from my vision; I stared at the arch for few more moments trying to see if anything else would happen but nothing did. So I woke myself up, walked towards the kitchen and low and behold my mom was just around the corner washing the dinner dishes.
I finally had enough and told her about the little girls, of course she laughed and pushed it aside even joked about it too. Regardless a week after I told her she gave me two dream catchers and told me to hang them in my room. I haven't had any more extreme experiences after that nor have I seen those little girls yet, occasionally off and on when I am falling asleep at night (I changed my room a bit at this point, my bed now directly next to my door I come in at) I will get a very brief moment where I can not move, my eyes are closed so I can't see nor breath right, I hear ringing and something talks into my neck in a slight hissing/raspy fashion. After it is over I just open my eyes look over my shoulder, I don't feel any sort of ill presence in my room but it still freaks me out.
But I digress, I don't feel that I need to clarify that is a real story because I'd have better things to do with my time then troll sites. However does any one know what these little girls are? I know what they appear like but I get the distinct feeling they are not, nor were they ever human. I would like any theories if you can offer.