It started when I was about 11 years old. I was sleeping one night when I very suddenly woke up. It was about 2 A.M. I was confused as to why I had woken up because I was usually a very sound sleeper. Then I heard the first noise. There was a tapping noise directly above my head. (Note: I slept in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, but my sister was not sleeping in the room that night.) As I became more awake, I could hear the noise getting louder and louder. It sounded like it was moving down the side of the bunk bed. The tapping started to get closer and closer until it started to change.
Suddenly, when the noise was at the very edge of the bunk bed's railing, I felt a gust of air. Like the noise had fallen off the side of the bed. I was paralyzed with fear. At the first tapping noise, I had thought that the noise was a cockroach or rat, but I would have seen them fall, and a rat would have made more noise than tapping. I also would have seen them when the noise fell off the bed because I was looking straight at it. Nothing that small that I couldn't see, could have made that big of a gust of air.
I had a pile of books next to my bed and I could hear and see the noise moving and knocking my books over. This went on for about two minutes, until all of my books were spread across my bedroom floor. I was wide awake by this point. I decided that I was definitely not going to stay, much less sleep, in this room any longer. But the noise was not finished with me yet. When I was sitting up, and was about to stand up, everything suddenly went black.
I was suddenly in an all black room and I was holding a box. The box opened and I heard a horrible scream. But it was more than one scream. It was a continuous scream. The scream just got louder until I was laying on the ground with my hand over my ears. Everything then turned white and I was back in my bedroom. I was still in the sitting position. I then stood up and started walking towards the door. The door seemed to be getting farther and farther away and I was becoming more scared because as I was walking, images started floating in my mind. But they were horrible images of murders, and demons, and creatures that I didn't know existed. When I finally got to the door, as I opened my door, my bathroom door suddenly shut by itself. I was out of that room, down the stairs, and into the living room, faster than ever before. By the time I had gotten ready to sleep the rest of the night on the couch, It was only about 2:15 A.M. I slept the rest of the night on the couch.
The next morning, I told my mom the part about the tapping and something scuffling around in my books, so she said that she would get my grandpa to see if there were any cockroaches or rats in the house. When I had gathered enough courage to go upstairs to my room, I found my books still sprawled out on the floor. I picked them up and stacked them back where I had had them. When my grandpa came to check my room for any sign of cockroaches and rats, he found nothing. Not a single dropping, nor hole in my closet, under my bed, or in the roof. He checked all of the rooms in the house and said that there was nothing there. When I told the rest of my family what had happened, they usually just laughed and said that I must have dreamed it, or that I must have an imaginary pet rat. The thing I always left out was what I experienced mentally, such as my visions, and what I saw and heard.
Ever since then I have moved houses twice and I still will have strange stuff happen to me. Such as usually when my sister chooses to sleep in another room, and I am left alone, I usually hear a tapping noise, or footsteps on the roof, but nobody is on the roof in the middle of the night. When I was thirteen, I started to get these feelings, which I still have today. I felt like someone was watching me when I am alone. When I had that feeling, sometimes I would feel light headed and I would see images of horror. Other times, also usually when I am alone, I will have feelings of comfort or safety. During these feelings I would feel things such as warmth on my hands, as if someone was holding them, or a feeling that someone was hugging me. I am confused and I want to finally know what is going on.