Things That Stuck With Me

Just registered after digging a little deeper into some phenomena that I've experienced. I found out others have had the same things going on, that's why I want to share with you some things I experienced in my life.

Now, the reason they stuck with me and I can still remember them is because, well, they were so real! You know about these times when you think you remember something correctly, but aren't exactly sure? Now those are the times that you were probably wrong. But up to this day I still remember them clearly and can say without a doubt that I wasn't imagining anything, wasn't on drugs, wasn't sleeping, basically I was there 100%. Well, here it goes. Nothing extreme or anything, but still, unexplainable, and therefore interesting. Hope you guys could give some kind of feedback, no matter what.

I live in the Netherlands, and am 25 years old of current. Most of my youth I spent in my parents' house, in a small town in the south of the Netherlands. It's actually a pretty big and old house, dating back to the 1930's, with creepy creaking floors and dark storage rooms all included. I have always had a lively imagination, especially as a child, but still I was completely able to separate fiction from reality. In my life I have never had any truly impacting paranormal experiences, nor have I ever shown a true interest for it either. In and around the house however there were several places were I always felt "something". A feeling as if one were looked at, so to say, a pressure in the back, as if eyes were looking at you, and something was following, that made me not wanting to stay there at all. Imagination, perhaps, yet I remember always fleeing down the stair when I had to go down from the upstairs lobby. Perhaps I was making myself crazy, but the feeling was undeniably there, almost always, and it didn't feel good at all.

Anyway, from age 5 up to 20, I slept in the same bedroom. It was upstairs and pretty big (for a child at least, looking at it now almost makes me claustrophobic lol).

I remember one day, in the weekend, when I was about 10 I think, that I woke up as normal, at about 10am. As always, I would lie about lingering in bed a little longer, awake but still enjoying the nights comfort.

I remember then that I heard the sound of breathing. It was undeniably breathing. Now, I knew my dad sometimes used to snore so loud even the neighbours could hear it, but now he didn't, and this was not snoring. It seemed to come from around the floor to the left beneath my head. Afraid as I was, I didn't dare to look, and lay still in fear, even holding my own breath to make sure it wasn't just me hyperventilating. It was the sound of exhaling, sighing like, and sounded older than me, and male. I remember it going on only for about 20 seconds, after which I ran to my parents bedroom (to find them already awake), my mother comforting me and telling me it was just me breathing. I knew it wasn't me, I still know how convinced I was, and seeing as how I held my own breath and STILL heard it, I still am to this day. It never happened to me again after that, but I still remember it vividly. A very strange thing indeed.

The second thing, to me at least, was more disturbing. This happened about 6 years ago I guess. I can't give you guys the exact time and date, but I was about 18 or 19, something like that. I remember just going to bed as I always did. Nothing special.

Then, I woke up, or at least so I thought. This might sound a little strange and is hard to put into words, but let me try my best.

I dreamt that I woke up, in my room, but then I must have faded back into sleep again, for I saw a can of soda (a drink I bought daily) right in front of me, big, and it was the only thing in front of me. It then bent at the middle, like it bent over me. I then shook and was again awakened. This time, I saw my room as it was, dark, but as it really was. I felt very much awake and I think I really was this time. As I said the room was dark, as it was at night, but there was something bending over me, like that can of soda in my dream.

The room was dark, but this was darker. The figure of a man, a shadow as so to say, was standing over me, looking at me. I could only see his figure, because he was darker than my room, darker than black, almost. I do not remember what happened next. I think I again fell asleep after a few minutes, but I clearly remembered it when I was awake because I remember it to this day.

As I said, I never had any real extreme things happen to me in my life, but these accounts were things I just had to share one day, and I hope you enjoyed.