This story is a little hard to talk about, because for so long it remained a repressed memory from a bad time in my childhood. But I feel like I should share all of my paranormal experiences here because I am curious about the feedback and if anyone else here of YGS has experienced anything similar to me and can give me some insight into why I had this encounter and what exactly I saw as a child.
This recount begins when I was 12, I was living in the small rural town of Glen Innes (NSW, Australia) with my mother and my newborn baby sister. We lived in a subdivided old doctors surgery which they had converted into duplex apartments. The ceilings were tall and the walls were white washed cement with large old blocked-off fireplaces in each of the three bedrooms. The bedrooms were cold and the fireplaces howled at night when the wind was caught in them. A long eerie hallway connected each of the rooms. It was a creepy home.
My mother had the room closest to the main living areas (lounge, kitchen, etc), whereas my room was further up the long dark hallway and was much more secluded. I specifically remember the night I stopped sleeping in my bedroom.
It was a school night and I had stayed up watching television in the loungeroom late, so when I was finally sleepy, I said goodnight to my mum and wandered back to my room. It was cold as usual, and the hallway was dark (I always felt something shadowing me everytime I made my way to my room), so I hurried back to my room.
I never had the guts to turn around.
Shutting my door with a click, I ran to my bed across the room and jumped under the covers like all kids tend to do when frightened. My bed faced the doorway so I remember trying to fall asleep with my covers wrapped around my head and my eye fixed on the door handle. Paranoia was a common feeling in this house. Then, after a long moment of silence and waiting, when I was finally drifting, I heard a set of slow, distinct footsteps on the carpet in the hallway. Heavy footfalls. At first I had thought it was my mum moving around her room, but when I could finally pinpoint the sound to the hallway, I started to see my door slowly creak open, the darkness from the hallway seeming so much darker than the pitch black of my bedroom. I shut my eyes hard, refusing to acknowledge the exposed doorway in an attempt to force myself to sleep. What I saw moments later will never leave me.
A tall, thin shadow man stood a foot before my doorway. When I opened my eyes my heart stopped, my whole body cold and paralyzed with fear. Its arms were long and the fingers were sharp. I couldn't see eyes but I felt its stare. It didn't seem clothed either, just a silhouette. Its feet dragged on the carpet as the body swayed from side to side as it came closer to my bed. I was in tears now, thinking it had come to take me. It had come to drag me from my bed and into the darkness and I was never going to see my mum again.
I blacked out before it reached my bed and I don't remember anything else from that night. I woke to the door wide open in the morning, and I ran out of that room and slept on the couch every night since. I didn't tell my mum.
I was too nervous to sleep with her because she shared a bed with my baby sister, so I began to develop an anxiety disorder which resulted in me wetting myself in my sleep every night. The second experience happened in the loungeroom. Whatever it was, it seemed, was following me room to room. I refused to sleep without the tv on during the night, and I would have all of the doors closed and fall asleep watching the darkened doorway to the kitchen anxiously. I never trusted the dark. On this night, after lightly drifting to sleep, I woke up to the sound of the TV being switched off. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and the air was freezing.
I nervously scanned the dark room until I faced the corner closest to me on the right. It was standing in the corner. A tall dark figure. I didn't know what to do, but I felt like I was in fight or flight. And being a timid 12-yr-old girl I don't think I had much fight in me. I was frozen with fear for a long moment, waiting for movement, for it to give some sign of life so I could make a break for it. But it just watched me, and I watched it, hoping it would just dissolve away into the wall, so I could brush it off as my eyes playing tricks in the dark.
And then I heard it. A hiss.
It leaned forward slightly and stomped it's foot hard on the carpet and began a long deep hiss, and at that point I jumped back and ran for my mother's bedroom where I cried loudly and screamed that it was going to get me.
I never saw it (directly) since, only quick movements out of the corner of my eye. My mother let me sleep with her until we finally moved away from that place a month later.
I revisited these memories on my own when I went through old photos of my newborn sister (she is 12 now) and it shocked me at how vividly I remembered it all taking place. I spoke to my mother again about what happened and she told me that she had also experienced strange things in that house, footsteps, coldspots, being watched, knocking on the doors and walls and even one case where the corner end of her bed depressed during the night as though someone were sitting there with her.
I will never forget that house and I still don't know who or what I encountered as a child, but I have not encountered anything similar since (that being said I have had many more paranormal experiences, but none that resembled shadow figures).
Thank you for reading.