I've been hard core into anything paranormal/supernatural/different my whole life. Every once in a while something strange will happen to me and I can't explain it. My mother will have... Dreams of events that have yet to happen then suddenly they're happening; I've never turned my nose up at an experience if I couldn't explain it.
Recently I moved into a new apartment with my boyfriend and our friend, it's a nice place, quaint apartment complex near the college but not too many kids live there. I fell in love with it because it's been there for forty years, they've just renamed it three times and updated the complexes as the years move on. A month into living at this new apartment something just didn't feel right, a dark force had been sitting around me whenever I'm in the apartment alone and my roommate finally admitted to feeling as if someone is watching him as he sleeps. Our cat, Elliott, is a fluffy older kitty who only meows when he wants attention or his litter changed, but when we moved into the apartment he started going crazy. He would randomly flip out in the middle of mine and my boyfriend's bedroom before running away and hiding.
My boyfriend tried to convince me it was just my paranoia, which, I guess is why I question myself with this experience-- I get sick, sometimes so sick I end up in a hospital for weeks on end but this time I was having fever dreams and headaches that could make me want to curl into a ball and cry it all away. My boyfriend broke one day and asked my mom for some medicine, my mom has strong prescription pills for a occipital nerve complication. I took them and tried to sleep;I was lying in our bed my brain exploding and my body begging for me to close my eyes and fall asleep. I was so close to caving in when I saw my bedroom door open, but it wasn't open, and I could hear Elliott hissing on the other side. I kept shaking my head, and my boyfriend trying to wake him up to prove that what I was seeing was happening.
There was a tall man in a blue jean jacket with blue jeans and blonde hair. He had his back to me and he stood in our doorway, but again there was no way he could have been because the "open" door was closed. I was silently screaming for my boyfriend to wake up when the man bent over to pick something up, our cat hissed and he was gone.
That was a month a half ago today--I scared my roommate so much with this he threw away his satanic bible, him and my boyfriend saged our apartment and I sit and count every strange thing that happens to me. My boyfriend believes it was a hallucination, I was sleep deprived with medicine I wasn't use to in my system but it was so real. It felt so real.
Was it a hallucination? Or is someone really in my apartment...God, I need help.