I had taken my first trip to Europe in the summer of 2017. It was fun but I always felt on edge. There was so much history to the places I went; I was a little dizzy with it all. The first place we went to was Rome, Italy. It's a trip that still haunts me.
We had arrived the night before and my mother and her friend wished to go see the Vatican that day. My brother and cousin were as equally as excited as our mothers but I was not. I knew there was a lot of death and violence and relics in a place like that and I didn't want something to follow me back, like they normally do.
The Vatican was grand and wonderful, I wasn't bothered too much with the ghosts and spirits walking around since it was a fairly busy day and most were distracted by the other visitors. I didn't make myself known to them and I had a rather pleasant day! It was night when we finally got back to our AirBnB, right outside the Vatican wall, and we all hit the hay early. My cousin and aunt slept in one room while my mother, little brother, and I slept in another room. Since this was a new country, my mom had closed and locked our bedroom door before we bunkered down for the night.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I had awoken in the dead of night to go use the bathroom right outside the bedroom door. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, then looked to the bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, which I found strange... Until I saw what was crawling on the wall next to it.
An oily, inky black male figure with deformed arms and legs like a spider, crawling slowly on the wall towards my mother. (I do believe it wanted my mother at first since she likes to brag about how she can see spirits and she's always opening herself to these kinds of things.) It had a another set of extra arms and its head was down, facing the wall. I knew I wasn't dreaming and it wasn't sleep paralysis, since I was sitting up anyway. It kept moving towards my mother until I let out a squeak of fear. That's when it looked at me. It had no face but it did have eyes. They still scare me to this day. I don't know how to describe the eyes, but once it looked at me, it felt like I was burning. I immediately laid back down with my blanket over my face, having a panic attack.
All was quiet in the room except for my erratic breathing. It felt like an hour went by.
But then the mattress dipped like someone was sitting at the foot of my bed. I felt the thing crawl up towards me until I could make out the black figure from beyond my blanket in the moonlight. I couldn't take it any more and let out a scream for my mother to wake up and turn on the lights while pushing myself to sit up. The lights went on and the figure was nowhere to be seen. Crying, I told my mom about it, who noticed the bedroom door was wide open this time. I stayed in my Aunt's room for the rest of the trip, sandwiched between my aunt and cousin in one bed, since I was too scared to sleep in that room again.
Sometimes, at night, I'll think about it. I didn't know what it wanted from my family, or why it was there, but I am still very sure that if I hadn't screamed out that something bad would have happened. Has anyone ever encountered an entity like this before? I tried researching it but I haven't found anything.
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My mother is a bit of a hard case. She keeps herself open most of the time but knowing my mother, she only acknowledges the spirit or ghost when she actually pays attention or tries to. Like her degree of sensitivity is always there, but her doing anything about it is another story. When she wants to look cool in front of her friends (i.e. My Aunt at the Vatican), she'll be like "oh all these spirits are bothering me", but when it comes down to it she's kind of clueless sometimes. My friend said it's comparable to a "party trick". Something you only do in front of other people to impress them but not something you do by yourself when no one else is looking.
And to the degree of Stewart the house spirit doesn't like my mother too much since she uses him as a "prop" for her "oh all these spirits love to talk to me" act. He kind of rolls his eyes but still protects her when she comes to the house none the less. My mother first sensed Stewart when we moved into the house so she's always known there was a good spirit in the house, and the house didn't give off negative vibes so she had no quarrel. And my mother doesn't like me much so I don't think she'd mind if I got dragged off to hell by some demon. Haha. If you have anymore questions, Lady-Glow, you can contact me through NAver Line with my ID: xaais