I just wanted to share some of my experiences and hopefully gain some insight into what could be happening. I want to start out by saying I am by no means "gifted" but I have experienced several things since I was little, that other people have seen as well. The first story I want to tell however is about my room. I want to be as descriptive as possible because I really need someone to believe me.
So first, to understand you need a layout of the second floor of my house. Basically, it's shaped like a big L with my parent's room being the corner and two bedrooms (my sisters and mine) going through the stem and the attic access and bathroom at the very top. That would make the bottom stem the stairs. My room is the room the farthest from my parent's room.
I've always felt uneasy in that room, ever since I moved into it. My older sister used to say she would have hallucinations in that room. A few years back, I started to experience extreme anxiety whenever I was in there for extended amounts of time. I would just feel like I had a million eyes staring me when there was nothing there. It got even worse when it was time for bed. At times, I got so scared that I couldn't move my body at all. I would just lay there and pray it ended or scream for help if I was feeling especially brave.
Last year, I started having nightmares. Every night, it would be some new bloody, vivid death for someone I loved that had me waking up crying. Once, I woke up and heard my name whispered clearly next to my ear. It only happened once, but it was terrifying all the same.
Then, I saw him. It's hard to explain but I couldn't really "see" him. It was just in my head. But every time I closed my eyes, I had this image of a creature standing in the middle of my room watching me sleep. He was tall, at least 7 ft since he almost touched the ceiling, and shaggy like a dog. He had long lanky arms with sort of paws at the ends. Long fingers, no claws. But worst of all were the eyes. They were enormous, bulging out and taking up most of the face. But instead of being red like you would expect, they were blue, like a baby's eyes.
I drew a picture of him the day after I "saw" him to show my parents, to which my dad's only words were, "My dad had blue eyes just like that." Needless to say, this terrified me even more because dead family members have visited me in the past. I guess what I'm trying to get at is: Is it possible that my grandfather has come back to visit me but in a distorted form?
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