I am now a 17-year-old male with a strong belief in the supernatural. Several years ago when I was in the fifth grade, I was bullied a lot starting from the very first day of school. It started literally within the first thirty seconds of getting on the bus that the bullying began, however I doubt that these little details are actually related to my few, unfantastical incidences. I moved from the house where these experiences took place slightly over a year ago.
I was twelve when the slight experiences began. The first experience was on a cloudy day after I had gotten home from school. I was going to hang out in the woods behind my house, the place where I went to to escape from my own bullying and I saw her for the first and possibly the last time. I have poor eyesight and wear glasses, but she was so clear when I saw her. She seemed to be young. She was gray like the clouds and she appeared to be dancing. She was small, spinning, wearing a floral sundress. I saw her and ran to her, she disappeared behind some trees and then was gone.
Later experiences with her did occur, I'm sure. There was a scent whenever she was around in the woods. It was a smell like rotten eggs and something physical always occurred after the smell. However, I didn't smell it the first time I saw her. I think it's because I was too far away. The other two times I remember clearly were when my friend took a turtle shell and I, inclined to believe in such things, went to return it. There was that vile scent and I was tripped by something large in front of my foot, but nothing was there. The last time there was the smell and a shuffle of movement that ruffled the leaves that had fallen.
Inside my home was where the worst of my mostly uneventful spiritual encounters had occurred. The first was I was playing games. A normal, kid thing and I put my controller on the floor when I was done. Later, I looked down for no apparent reason and saw a perfectly solid, bright white hand reaching for the controller that pulled back unbelievably fast and disappeared. I leaped from the bed to the door and hid from there for awhile.
One of my last few experiences may have been just my mind, but after these experiences I couldn't ignore this one as being just in my head. I was always afraid of the dark and having my closet door open, but I slept in the dark anyways. However, I always closed the closet door every night. That night, I woke up to dark and my closet doors were opening and closing. Like they were being pushed and pulled by something. There was something in my closet, on the floor. It glowed white and I didn't move to get a good view of it, but my mind told me it was a skeleton. I froze until it stopped then ducked under the cover until I eventually fell asleep from exhaustion once the terror passed.
Now, my last experience at the house and the one that frightened me the most. It was a normal night until I woke up from sleep. When I woke up, there was an odd yellowish light against the wall in my room and in front of it, maybe a foot from my bed was a tall, shadow figure. He was just staring at me. There were no facial features that I could make out, but he did have hair. I freaked out and started flailing in pure fright. I remember my foot flailed out towards it and touched the being, then suddenly it was dark again and I was laying in my bed, still staring at that one spot.
Another that did scare me was one night a few years after all the others when I had sneaked out. This isn't something I normally did. I don't like doing bad things, but I did anyways to go see my girlfriend. I am still with this girl, by the way. I was biking down the road and heard a dog barking. I sped up because the thought of a dog attacking me was just scary. I turned my head on my bike to look towards the noise. A black dog was running across the road at me. I faced forward and pedaled as hard as I could. I could feel the dog closing in on me then a car passed by. I heard just a soft thump, like they had hit the dog. I wondered why they didn't stop and turned to look at the dog, but it was gone. Completely.
None of these experiences have occurred again or seemed to have any relevance in my life besides just scaring me. I have had no experiences since then. The only reason I think I had those experiences in the first place was the sadness from being bullied. I used to fall asleep every night crying and come home and cry to my mom about it. Bullying was something new to me at the time.
Of course, there's nothing that can be done about these experiences, but I thought I would share my own experiences after reading so many others. Any thoughts or ideas about why this could have occurred or maybe what any of it could mean would be helpful.
Thank you for taking the time to read this.