So, after I posted my first story, I told my brother a little more about this site and its purpose. After hearing about the generally positive and encouraging comments on my other story, he requested I tell one of his many experiences. He's hoping that the members here can shine some light on an experience that occurred almost five years ago, yet to this day still perplexes and discomfits him.
Now, in case you haven't read my other story, I feel I should include that my brother is highly sensitive to spirits. Along with myself, we are the only people in our family so far with the ability to see the deceased; however, my brother seems to attract more harmful spirits than myself. Our mother can communicate with the deceased through photos, but has never actually seen a spirit. Lastly, our father has occasional contact with spirits, but they are brief and sporadic. My three other siblings have not indicated being sensitive, and in fact are very scared of the paranormal, despite never having claimed to see anything strange.
Around five years ago, my family and I lived in Georgia. We were renting a cute little three bedroom, two bath apartment, though it was not necessarily in the best part of town, if you catch my drift. It wasn't 'sketchy' or 'ghetto', exactly, just a little bit on the 'lock your car door or whatever gets stolen is your own fault' side. Anyway, my father was a truck driver, and he spent more time than not out of state. Therefore, it was usually just my mother, my siblings, myself, and occasionally, my Aunt.
Since it was five years ago, I'm afraid I don't remember the exact layout of the house; however, since all of the activity takes place in my brother's bedroom, hopefully it won't be necessary. At the time, both of my brothers shared the room. It was small and carpeted, and they had a rather large rug with a city depicted on it. In other words, an average little boy's rug.
The room was square shaped, so when you looked in there were no hidden areas or crannies, barring the closet. After the first step in, directly to your right was a bunk bed. The bunk bed was pressed in a corner, with one side and one end completely against the wall. Straight ahead was a large window taking up a considerable chunk of the wall, and to your left was the closet and a toybox. Again, the room was small, so the space between the bunk bed and the window was only a yard and a half at best. The closet was closer to the wall with the window, and the way my brother slept had his eyesight nearly parallel with the door.
The way my brother describes the activity is like so:
In the early hours of the morning, usually between 3am-4am, he would be awoken by a voice asking him, "Are you still awake?", and a tapping on his back. When I asked him to describe the tapping, he proceeded to give me a few firm pats on the back with his full hand. He said that it felt like a large masculine hand when it happened, and that rather than a few fingers, he could feel the entirety of the entity's hand against his back. When asked about the voice, he described it simply as 'an extremely deep male voice'.
He says that this happened every night that we lived in that apartment and he could feel the entity standing before him when it would ask its question. And it was always the same question, in the same voice. He also claims that the tapping never changed as well, always at the same consistency. But no matter how quickly he awoke, or how he responded, he had never once seen the entity, or heard it say anything beyond it's initial question. Now we get to the truly bizarre parts of his experiences.
After being awoken by the voice, he would sit up, only to be greeted by different entities. He says that he instinctively knew that they were different from the entity that woke him up. He describes them as having a 'scrawny but fit' male body type, with short tattered brown loincloths, and coarse black hair that ended just shy of their shoulders. He says that their faces were humanoid, but their teeth were extremely sharp, and their eyes were a bright amber color. One of the entities had red skin, the other had blue skin, and they both had black stripes. He says that it looked as if it was paint, like they had dipped themselves in it. However, the most bizarre feature by far has to be the tails. He says that both individuals had tails resembling that of a monkey.
He had been staring, shocked and understandably scared, when a loud bang erupted from his closet, which was where they were residing. He says that he had closed his eyes and flinched when the bang happened, and when he opened them they were gone with the faint sound of footsteps. He stood up the entire night, not sleeping until daylight came. He never saw them again, but he still remembers them clearly from that night.
On another night, he was again awoken by the voice. As usual, it asks him its question and is gone by the time he awakes. However, this time when he rouses himself, he sees the shadowed silhouette of what seems to be a human figure. He says that he couldn't tell the gender of the figure, only that it was tall and seemed to be a 'personified shadow'. The figure just stood in front of the bedroom window, and after a few moments of staring at it, the strange figure simply walked out of the room.
This went on for the five months that we lived in that apartment. There are many more stories he holds from those five months, however it would take too much time and space to sit down and record them all.
Every night he claims to have seen a different entity, with the only consistency being the male voice in the beginning. The moment we moved out however, all the activity ceased, and he says that he hasn't seen any of them since. He's still unsure of what exactly it was that he experienced in that bedroom, and hopes that this site can help. What exactly did my brother see? And what was happening in that room?
Thanks for reading, and please don't be afraid to put theories or ideas in the comments.