So my family and I have just moved into a town home down in Aurora. I love our home, you no nothing ever seemed weird or off. My husband use to do some overtime grave yard shifts until recently he stopped.
When we moved in there was still a little work that had to be done in the house, the kitchen wall had painter's plastic covering it. I remember that any little breeze of air would make it move and make a sound. I remember being al alone downstairs watching a movie (scary at that) when I heard the plastic move. I thought it was the little once who had woken up so I got up to check, to my surprise no one was there. Keep in mind there were no fans on and no air vent near that wall either. So I dropped it.
The night's when my husband was not home I would hear furniture being moved around but never saw no such thing when I would check. Months passed and my most horrifying experience ever happened.
My husband had gone to work the graveyard shift. I had finally lain down to sleep but could not y fall asleep so I let my mind wonder. I turned around to my left side. I figured I would try to get a little more comfortable, and then I saw my husband sitting at the left edge of the bed his back facing me but him turning around to look at me. I felt something off he looked a little weird and I could remember hearing him come in. As I was about to ask him what was wrong a horrible feeling came in, I remember "Wait this can't be him, my babe doesn't get home until 6am" In a panic I started to try and get of the bed this black shadow man turned around climbed on the bed and started crawling closer and closer to me. I fell of the bed and got up to run to the light. As I was about to turn them on this black shadow man was standing right in front of me looking at me, as soon as they went on he wasn't there. I ran out the room, and called my husband. He didn't answer but returned my call. Crying and scared I told him what happened.
I remember I could not go to sleep until the sun started coming out. Although I wished it had stopped there it didn't and a few weeks later it happened again, a little different but the same thing. My husband was again on the graveyard shift, I was ready to go to sleep, then I heard my squeaky door open, I figured one of the girls had woken up. I got up to go tell them to go lay down. I thought it was weird that they hadn't open the door all the way, when I did I realized there was no one there I got a very bad feeling again. In a panic I tried to turn on the light but I rushed to the lamp it didn't work. I freaked out feeling there was something in there with me I rushed to the light and finally they turned on, the feeling of someone being there was gone, but the fear was still with me, after that the night. I would be home alone I would sleep on the couch, finally after months in my room but always with the light on.
Since then I had other experiences I am afraid to share with my husband for fear of him not believing me. My mom-in-law told me I should ask this thing what it wants from me. I refuse to.
What am I supposed to do.?