I'm 19 years old and my experiences with the paranormal have been an ongoing ordeal in my life. However, this particular story took place in the Summer of 2011 (when I was 16) and 2012 (17).
It was around 12:30 am when I jumped out of my bed and ran to my bathroom, for no reason. I stood at my bathroom mirror staring at my reflection for about a minute. Confused, I went back to my room to lie down in my bed to think about what just happened and 10 minutes later, when I was settled down about to dose off again, I heard tapping at my window. I completely froze. I looked in the direction of my window in both shock and disbelief.
I thought to myself, "How can someone be at my window? I'm on the 3rd floor of a house..." It didn't make sense. I was too afraid to look outside the window from fear of what might see. I just lie there in my bed hoping it would stop. It kept tapping... Then it stopped... Started again and then stop for good. At the same time this was happening, I heard people walking by (maybe 2 or 3 folks) on the sidewalk about a yard away. The tapping stopped as the people came closer to our house before they walked past it. I sensed that whatever was outside my window was gone. Relieved, I went back to sleep.
This second incident happened another summer later (same house). This time, it was around 9:30 pm. I had just gotten off of the Internet and about to hit the hay sack. I had trouble falling asleep that night so I decided to listen to some music to help relax my mind. I then got this awful and suffocating sense of terror; absolutely vile. Of course, this made me pull out my ear buds. I knew that whatever was outside my window was watching me and it was much more dominant since the last visit.
I just sat up in my bed and looked at television. Trying to ignore the being, I turned up the volume and managed to fake a nervous laugh at the cartoon I was watching. I didn't work. The tapping started immediately afterwards. Whatever was tapping at my window KNEW I was afraid and it was taunting me. I was pretty sure it could have harmed me if it wanted to. I wanted to scream but I did not because I didn't want to wake my parents. They would've been angry with me. I did, however, jump out of my bed and dart to the bathroom. Trembling, I had to make a decision; I was either, to go sleep with my parents (and face their anger) or go back to my room and hope that the being was gone (which I highly doubted). I slept with my parents that night. The feeling of terror instantly went away when I entered my parents' room. I accepted the lecture they gave me about staying up late and trying to annoy them. I didn't care if they didn't believed me, I was just glad to sleep with them so I wouldn't have to face whatever was in my room outside my window.
That's all I have for now. Thanks for reading!