Witchcraft can be a truly wonderful and beautiful thing--a path to enlightenment, the same as many others. Not all witches practice so-called "black" or harmful magic, and I certainly never have and don't intend to. However, when one begins to learn magic, among the first things they are told to study and apply is protection. As long as proper protection is taken magic is safe--without it, one should be aware that they're opening a door to the other side that they don't necessarily want to be open.
I always believed in ghosts and other spirits, but I didn't believe in that claim--maybe because, in the beginning, I didn't necessarily believe in magic. Regardless, I don't think anything happened until the second or third month of casting a few spells.
My mother used to have a cat that was a little lighter than what's probably average, and he had a habit of wanting to come into my room late at night. I never had a problem with this, but since I preferred to keep my door closed, and he didn't want to be trapped, I ALWAYS made sure that he was outside of my room before I went to bed. That night was no different.
As I laid in bed, I wasn't very tired--more that I was trying to get to the point where I could go to sleep. Perhaps ten or fifteen minutes after the lights had been out, and I was laying there in bed, I felt something hop up from the floor next to my feet. My first thought was the cat, but I KNEW that I had put him out of the room.
I was petrified. I could feel that thing moving along my bed, inching closer to where my head was. I couldn't see it, but in my head I pictured some sort of tiny creature--one that must have been just a bit lighter than my mother's cat, but not by much. I don't know if I can really express to you how creeped out I was. At the time, I had never experienced something quite like this--something that I could not explain, but could *physically* feel.
Once the thing had crawled up towards my elbows, I couldn't take it anymore. I tossed my fear aside and jumped up from the bed and turned the light on. As you might you probably guessed, there was nothing there. I did a cleansing spell that night and it seemed to go away afterwards.
With that said, I'm curious if anyone has any potentially "logical" explanations for this? As I wasn't asleep, and not even sleepy, I feel like I can safely say it wasn't hypnagogia or sleep paralysis.