I'm a strapping young man living in British Columbia, Canada. And I would consider myself fairly normal relative to other eighteen year-old boys, curious, hormonal, eager to make my way in the world and what not.
Now that you have an idea of who I am, let me cleanly segue into what I came here to post... From the ages of four to ten I lived in a place called Quinsam Trailer Park. I have more than one story to recount from there, but let me start with the most vivid memory I have.
I was seven years old, laying on the top bunk of my bunk bed (Note: I have no siblings.). The first thing I remember is waking up and seeing the plastic paneled roof (the sort with seams running throughout, almost like siding). It was very late; all the lights in the house were turned off and my parents were sound asleep. I felt what could only be described as a light tugging sensation, almost an urge to look to my right. Note that my bunk bed was shoved into the corner of my room on the left with the door to my right.
My door was open as usual and I started to drift back to sleep when... What could only be described as a naked man-like figure made of self-contained green light walked into my doorway. It did not cast any light on the walls. In fact, it kind of looked like the dull green colour you might experience by rubbing your eyes through your eyelids and then looking into a dark room. But make no mistake, THAT is most definitely NOT what I was experiencing. For something like that doesn't form perfectly the shape of a naked man without facial features, arms to the side, standing tall in my door frame.
I wasn't afraid, I wasn't calm... I was feeling the kind of serenity you only experience right before falling asleep. The being took a step into my doorway, looked up at me for a brief moment and proceeded to turn its head down to the right to the point where it was looking straight at the air vent situated in the floor adjacent to my door. This is the oddest part, it dissolved slowly into a mist-like form and was absorbed into the vent.
I did some research and I'll debunk this idea before it starts: It wasn't sleep paralysis. I consciously moved my head to look at the doorway. Opinions?
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