Let me start by saying, thank you all for reading this! It means a lot and sorry in advance if this is really long. Brevity is not my strong suit and these details are I promise you, very relevant to setting this story up. I have two families and they live across the country from each other.
Ever since I can remember my dad, being the piece of soggy lettuce that he is, always made me feel uneasy when I was with him. No, he never hit me or assaulted me in any way, he's not that soggy lol. But I always felt like we were never alone in the many homes that we lived in.
This time, in particular, I was around 7 or 8 and I was visiting my dad for the week in Oklahoma (I live in South Dakota so I didn't visit often). My dad and new stepmom had just moved into a new home and it was only us three and my dog. I had a small room with my bed against the wall facing my closet door THIS IS IMPORTANT. I had a small dresser with a TV that had an automatic shut off because I could never fall asleep without it on.
Another strange fact about being with my dad is that I was deathly afraid of the dark just like any young kid is, but when I would stay with him, I always felt compelled to sleep with no lights on. However, I would always, and I mean ALWAYS make sure that I had my closet light on with the door shut before I went to sleep. And this is the same in any house that I lived in with him. Every morning I would wake up with my door shut and light on so I know my dad never came into my room and turned it off. So this was not a one-time thing.
One night I fell asleep like watching some Netflix like usual with my same closet situation. I woke up at around 3 am and at this time I didn't know what this meant but to my surprise, it was not good. So I woke up to my closet door open and the light turned off. I instantly felt sick to my stomach. With complete body chills. I know that this was not sleep paralysis because I was able to sit up and I could move my arms, legs, and eyes.
I looked to the side to where my dresser ended and I saw these freaking scary people with grey skin and red eyes. There were 4 men, 2 little girls, and two little boys. On the far left, there were two little girls that looked scarily like me from the past when I went to a catholic school and wore green checkered jumper dresses and they had long brown hair. In the middle closest to the girls were two identical men in business suits and black hair. The men to the right of them had all grey on. Baggy sweatpants and baggy hoodies and grey tennis shoes. Then to the right of them on the end, there were two little boys with identical clothes to the men in grey sweats. I about crapped my pants.
The two men in suits started whispering to me and the voices I eventually heard were threats to kill me and all of my family if I didn't get them to leave in a certain amount of time. "You don't have long. We will kill you. You better hurry. HURRY. We will kill you." They kept repeating until finally one of the little girls screamed and ran toward me and they disappeared right as I opened my mouth to scream. To my surprise, it was my own scream the whole time. However, I know that I was not sleeping as I could move and jump right out of bed to run to my parent's room.
My dad and stepmom were annoyed that I woke them up but became scared when they saw I ironically looked like I had seen a ghost. But oh, not just one, 8. They still being the trash bags filled with wet socks that they are, didn't really do much about it after that night.
My mom doesn't really believe in this type of stuff but when I told her she looked terrified and simply prayed over me a few times. Well, that was my story with the paranormal. Sorry for the length and thanks for reading!