Often, in the middle of the night, I have to get up to go to the bathroom. I am 15 weeks pregnant, and since I've been close to my 2nd trimester, I have been experiencing paranormal activity. This may due to some increase in hormones, or because being pregnant means getting up more often in the middle of the night. I've always had strong spirituality, and this wasn't my first experience with spirits, but since I've been pregnant, these experiences have been occurring more often.
It was around 2am, and I woke up with my boyfriend, Tyler, sleeping next to me. I had to go to the bathroom. The room was strangely darker then usual which was weird because my eyes should have adjusted to the light because of the hours I had been in the room. I started feeling anxiety because I knew I needed to get up and get to the toilet soon. But my strange irrational feeling wouldn't let me.
Because of my past experiences with ghosts, I knew that dealing with this alone gave a greater chance I might encounter something. I've always been able to sense the energy to a room, and this is how I knew something was coming. So, I woke Tyler up, "I'm scared, something doesn't feel right", I said. He groggily said, "Babe, it's alright. Just go back to sleep."
Knowing he wasn't going to help me, I got up and hurried to the light switch in the room. I flipped it on and got momentary relief. Then, I opened the door, and darkness surrounding me. I quickly turned on the kitchen and hallway light that leads to the bathroom. My heart was beating in my throat with the unease that I felt.
My bathroom has always been creepy and it makes me feel uneasy. This is because of the mirrors that surround it. There is a closet that takes up half a wall, that is across the toilet and sink, and it's a mirror closet. My experiences with ghosts have always made me paranoid with mirrors, and has taught me that spirits use them as a means of travel or maybe as some kind of hiding place, so I tend to avoid contact with them at night. There is a closet mirror of the same kind in our bedroom across from our bed.
Nothing happened in the bathroom, but the feelings of unease rose in my gut. When I was finished I washed my hands, and wet my face with cold water, trying to cool down the anxiety that I felt. When I returned to our room, Tyler was awake because of the lights, and causally looking at his cellphone.
I rolled my eyes, shut off the lights in the kitchen and hallway, and scrambled to our room to shut and lock the door. He laughs at me saying sarcastically, "You're not scared." I quickly shut off the bedroom light and ran to our bed, stumbling over the clothes on the ground.
"God that sucked", I said, laughing about the irrational feeling. "Something just doesn't feel right, can we sleep with the light on tonight?", I asked. "No, babe, everything is fine. Just close your eyes and go to sleep. I'll be up for a little bit so you don't have to worry."
I let out a big sigh and closed my eyes for about 5 minutes before I open them to look around the room because of a sudden feeling of panic in my chest. First, I see Tyler still on the phone. Then across from our bed I see a tall shadow standing in front of our mirror. I stare at it for a couple of minutes to try to convince myself it was just my eyes, or that it was because I was just asleep. I kept blinking, telling myself it would go away. I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed to wake up fully.
The shadow figure was tall, and bulky. It held one arm up in the air and looked as though it was holding on to something, but I couldn't tell what.
I looked back up and the shadow had moved close to the bed before my very eyes. Startled, I jumped, looked away, and said, "Tyler, turn on the lights!" Still seeing it in the corner of my eye, Tyler runs to the lights and flips the switch. The shadow is gone. I said, "Did you see it?" His face was white and he told me he didn't see anything, but said we'd sleep with the lights on for the night.
I felt very uneasy for the rest of the night, feeling like something was watching me. However, in a few hours I fell back asleep.
The next morning he told me he did see it. He just wanted me to be able to get some sleep for the night. He said he saw it before I did, but didn't want to alarm me, because he knows of my past with spirits, and he's lived in a house where he experienced much himself.
This is why he kept the lights on, instead of shutting them off, and telling me to go back to sleep. Before I said the spirit was holding something, Tyler said that he thought the thing the spirit was holding was a knife. I couldn't tell what it was holding, but his intake scared me deeply.
It was a scary experience, and hopefully I don't see the spirit again.