This began when I was about... 8 or 9. I lived with my brother, my mother and my stepdad in what was definitely one of my favorite houses to live in (moved a couple of times). There was nothing scary about the house itself, it wasn't old, I never heard scary noises or saw weird thing in the shadows.
I'm the only one in the family who has had these kind of experiences. My stepdad doesn't believe, my brother is too down-to-earth for it and though my mum does think that these things are possible, she chooses to ignore because it scares her. I've never really told her about my experiences, though in this story she plays a part. I doubt she remembers though. Now that I'm writing this, I will ask her later today if she still remembers that night.
Anyway. My bedroom. I loved my bedroom. It was spacious and I felt safe there. There was a small desk, a closet for my clothes, a closet with a black door for my art supplies and toys, and my bed which stood against the wall right under my window. I tend (and still do) to sleep with my back pressed against the wall, facing the open of the room, on my side.
When I was young I just couldn't fall asleep when I was positioned differently: laying on my stomach, or facing the wall made me feel unsafe and unprotected for some reason. Sleeping on my back always gave me nightmares. I've grown more comfortable with sleeping on my other side or stomach over the years, but sleeping on my back is still something I try to avoid because I've gotten some bad cases of sleep paralysis - but that's really for another story.
I believe that during that time I had something... With me at night. I don't know what it was, but I would wake up, still with my back towards the wall but no longer pressed against it. Like I was pushed away to create room between myself and the wall, a space big enough for another body. I could feel a presence, breathing against the back of my neck, and a tongue.
Now, we did have a cat but she was always locked downstairs and it definitely didn't feel like a rough feline tongue. It was larger, smooth and slippery and cold. And it kept going, licking the back of my neck without a pause. It terrified me, I didn't dare to move so I would just lay there frozen in place for hours, too scared to sleep again, waiting for the sun to rise because when the sun came up, the licking would suddenly stop and presence would disappear.
This happened about 12 times over the course of a year with a few weeks in between each event: so once a month I guess. And it was always the same.
It got really annoying after a while though because I was losing sleep over it, I'd spent almost entire nights awake frozen in place. It was terrifying, but frustrating. So the last time it happened brave little 9-year-old me decided to do something against it. I slowly counted to 10, threw the covers off and made a run for it. My parents bedroom was right next to mine. I threw open the door of my bedroom and ran into the hallway - while I did I looked behind me and what I saw scared me to the core: a greyish black figure shaped like a man rose up from my bed and came towards me. At this point I was screaming, almost kicked open the door of my parent's bedroom and ran in crying that "there is a ghost in my room!"
The bedroom had one large window and my mother's side of the bed was on the window side, furthest away from the door. I ran around the bed to her side and curled up in a corner. From here I could see the door and the greyish-black figure followed me into the room, moved around the bed and phazed through the curtains and the window behind it. My mother was awake but she couldn't see it. I was too afraid to go back to my own room so my mother let me sleep in the bed with her.
The next night I slept in my own room again, and the thing-whatever-it-was never bothered me again. I think it was because, for once, I didn't just lay there accepting what it did, but ran instead and got help. It left and never came back.
What do you guys think it was? A ghost or a demon or something? It wasn't very powerful, just annoying and it seemed to feed off my fear (with success!) but standing up to it once was enough to make it go away. It never tried to communicate with me or anything. Feedback is much appreciated.