The reason I registered in this website was a long conversation between me and a friend about Malaysian ghosts that I'll not talk about now at this moment, but Google send me here due to lots of Malaysian horror stories. I still didn't read them, though I'm searching on it. But the weird part is I saw a user (not going to mention name in here) wrote one story that has two incidents has happened to her that are similar to what had happened to me long time ago.
When I came across this user's post I started to rethink about it again as if it might not be a coincidence after two people having the (80% almost) similar incidents and each happened far away! I'll share just one of those two for now due to my lack of time, but might share the other one later as of a mini story.
Ten years ago my family and I moved to a new bigger house with bigger rooms for all of us, a family of five, just before my brother and sister come back from outside the country after finishing college, for them to get a place to put all their new stuff.
It has been a week now of settling in this house, and before we fill the rooms and corridors with our personified decorations of passions and hobbies, just installed the beds in the room and I had my bed at the side which the room door in front of it.
I was asleep in the room and suddenly I woke up (but it wasn't my decision) to find a tall silhouette of a person just standing in front of the room door that it was directly facing me. My body was paralyzed, I couldn't even blink my eyes nor speak! I was just trying to scream at this thing and trying to move my hands to throw something at it, but couldn't for a while, until I think maybe it was my adrenaline rush or whatever that made me just suddenly start to be able to scream again. And from how hard I was pushing, but couldn't move, I suddenly started to move so I kind of jumped on the bed while I was lying down still! Nobody was at home this time, so I drank some water and calmed myself to sleep.
After two days from the same week it happened to me again and this time for a longer period of time. But this time I was less shocked than before but more angry at this thing, and I was concentrating at trying to make myself move a little so I could throw anything at it but with no success. The weird thing is that it wasn't doing no harm to me at all! Like just staring at me, not even moving himself and that what's making me take it easy a little. It was just a silhouette with nothing to describe it, a black space taking the dark-grey darkness of the room, on a shape of somewhat human body but with a head taller than us (it's like a person wearing a hoodie) and with a thing body.
After two weeks from this, my brother came from outside after finishing the college. So we talked about that and he said that this thing was something called "Al Raaboos" (it's an Arabic name) and that it's a creature that just lay down on your chest and paralyze you, while it takes a little bit of your soul (or whatever else it takes. I don't remember, and I don't care). So after I gave him a pack of Panadol and convinced him to take it on a daily basis MY TREAT! I went to speak with my parents about this. My mom told me that her mom told her about something called (Ahl Al Bayt) translated from Arabic, the closest to that in English is (the residents of the house) which they start to do that sometimes when new human residents live in the house, it's like they are the residents of the same house but in another dimension! And they still didn't felt comfortable about us residing the house yet, thus they try to come to see us so that they either don't like us or get used to us and everything gets back to normal.
After another week or so it happened to me again, but it was very, very fast, and my brother woke up at my sound as he said that I was cursing someone with anger. At this time, in order to fight my fear, and also see what's the worst that could happen, I started to sleep placing my head at the direction of where the creature came (slept upside down the bed, replaced myself by putting my head on the place that my feet used to be and my feet at the place of my head used to be) and I kept sleeping that way until we moved on for normal reasons (found a better house after 5 years or so) and nothing happened after my last decision.
While I shrugged off both stories and thought to believe that I either ate a lot those nights before I sleep, or I was not yet adapting to the new house or whatever, until I read the user's story about the similar thing that happened to her (in this website by the way).
Again paranormal Experts/Practitioners/ Experienced people what is your say on this? Other commenters are welcome as well, of course!