It happened on 18th October. We had guests around so I, mom and my aunt slept in our bedroom, while my cousins were sleeping in the guest room. Probably around 3:45 am, the door of our bedroom slammed shut and it made a really loud noise, which woke everyone in our house. Maybe it was because of the wind, because my aunt said it was raining. As I am a light sleeper, the littlest of noise can disturb my sleep. So once I wake up, it is difficult for me to go back to sleep.
I managed to go back to sleep. After a moment, I felt like I was talking to someone. I don't remember much of the conversation but I said, "I know. It's okay. I don't have any problem with it and I agree with all your conditions. I allow you to get inside my body" in my head. The moment I said that, I woke up from my sleep and immediately thought out loud, "No, don't get in my body. I'll never allow it." I then tried to sleep again, feeling a constant presence of someone crouching beside me, looking at me.
When I woke up at 7:30 am, I felt weird. I mean, I felt like myself but that incident got stuck in my head. I tried remembering the details of my dream or whatever that was. I could only recall that I was talking someone and his/her name started with J. I also said his/her name when I agreed to let him/her enter my body. I was on Google all day trying to find a decent explanation, but nothing made sense. I knew I wasn't dreaming, and this scared me.
The next day, I was walking around our block with my cousin, I heard someone cry in one of the buildings. I stopped my cousin and made him hear it too; who thought someone was watching TV. But I knew what I heard, because my ears are sharp. We went closer and found out someone's son died* and the whole family was mourning. Our heart grew heavy and we were coming back home when something struck me. I went to the security guard to ask about the family who just lost a son. He said their son was kidnapped and they don't know where he was. I asked for his name, which he said he didn't know. He only knew it started with J.
*I just assumed he was dead because the mother kept crying, saying "give me my son back" and when she said that, someone would start consoling her.
The weird dream came to me again. Was it him? Was he trying to contact his family? Was he dead? All these questions kept storming in my head. After a day, they found his dead body. I still think about it. What if I allowed him to enter my body? Did I do something wrong by denying him? I still don't have an answer to my questions.