When I was still in elementary, we (my older sister, youngest sister, and parents) used to sleep in one room. My older sister and I used to sleep on the bed while my parents together with our youngest sister sleep on a pullout bed.
We used to have an electric lamp on the altar inside our room. The electric lamp was somewhat made of porcelain with the holy family carved to it. It served as our all-nighter light when we were sleeping.
One night, I suddenly woke up for no reason. My eyes wandered around the room to check who was still awake, but they were already all asleep when my eyes happened to wander to the wall beside me (the bed was adherent to the wall). I saw this projection of a huge shadow of a man with horns and on all fours. As if he was just on the bed on top of me. Staring at me. Grinning.
I whimpered... I called for my mom. Thank God she woke up! But even though my mom already woke up the shadow was still there. I asked her to clear up the clutters on the altar that might be the cause of that horrible projection. She did, but to no avail... IT WAS STILL THERE... Maybe because of extreme fear, I did not know, but I guess I fainted and slept.
Up to this day, when I asked my mother about that night, she always tell me that she can't remember anything... But I can see denial written all over her face. I know that I saw it and it was not just a dream, and I know that my mother saw it too.
But what is it? What does that thing want from me or us? How I wish I will not see that thing again.