I would like to start this story off by explaining a little bit about myself and my background. I was born and raised in Tucson, AZ and spent my entire childhood in one house until middle school when my family moved into an older but nicer house. My parents are very religious and I was raised to be the same. Looking back at my childhood I think I have always been a little more sensitive to the paranormal than most but my parents always explained it away as an overactive imagination or "spiritual" attacks. These explanations worked for a long time until the night this story takes place.
About the time I was entering middle school my fathers job was doing very well and we moved out of the little sub-division house into a larger custom house. This house was at least 20 years old but had only had two owners. The older couple we bought the house from were very nice but a little bit "off". Nothing too weird mind you just a little bit strange. My parents didn't see it but as soon as I step into the house for the first time I just felt that something wasn't right.
Nothing too unusual, besides this slight un-easy feeling, happened for a couple years until I was a freshman in High School. The old lady that used to live in the house had some ailment that inhibited her ability to walk very well. The one time I saw her, she was walking across the carpeted living room and her feet kind of made this "scooting" sound as she walked, because she couldn't lift her feet.
One night during my freshmen year of high school I was up late writing a paper when at about three in the morning, I heard these scooting footsteps crossing the living room. I jumped up and turned on the light and searched the house from one end to the other and found nothing; my family being asleep in the rooms at the far end of the house. To say the least this experience was un-nerving and ended my homework for the night and I went to my room and locked the door and tried to get some sleep.
The next morning, like many people do I suspect, I blew it all off and decided that it was the result of too many hours in front of a computer and not enough sleep. None the less, the next night I didn't spend any time out in the living room after the rest of my family went to bed. My room at the time was little more than a large walk-in closet that the previous owners used as a small work room and for storage. It was in the far end of the house from the other bedrooms and it had no window and only the one door that lead to the hallway to the garage. During the day, with the door shut, this room was as dark as a cave; absolutely no light got in. At night I had to leave the door open just to let what ambient light I could from the dark hallway in order to find my way out of my room if need be.
Due to the previous night's experience I was a little un-easy about the dark but fell asleep pretty quickly anyway. I have no idea what time it was or what woke me up, but suddenly I was wide awake and alert. I did not move a muscle but lay there trying to figure out exactly what had woke me up and if it would happen again.
Nothing extraordinary happened and so I got up to check out the rest of the house. However, as I turned toward the door, this feeling of absolute danger and evil hit me. I look towards the door and somehow silhouetted against the very faint light coming through the doorway, was a huge figure. I'm 6'2" and 200 lbs of muscle and this shape was at least a foot and a half taller and much wider than I was and from this figure radiated such hate and what I can only describe as evil. The temperature of the room went from cool to absolute freezing and I felt something hit me very hard in the chest and my throat seemed to close. I literally felt like someone was kneeling on my chest and strangling me. I thought that I was going to die, killed by something that I couldn't fight or see.
I can not tell you how long this lasted or what caused it to stop but just as I thought I would black out and die, the weight lifted from my chest and my throat and I could breath again. I could feel that whatever had been there was gone and I was alone again and my room was a absolute mess from my struggle and it was its usual temperature. As soon as I could I turned the light on and all the lights in the hall, kitchen, and living room.
The only sign that anything had happened was the mess in my room and a very slight red ring around my neck. The next morning I told my parents about it and they just passed it off with the usual reasons that it was all in my head or I was dreaming. I know I was not asleep and I am not crazy. It really happened and there was no way I would ever sleep in that room again.
Now I am and was a big guy and I am not afraid of anything "living" on this planet but that night I was absolutely filled with terror and not for my life but whatever it was it felt like it wanted more than just my life. I don't understand what it could have been but it only happened that one night and as far as I can tell the whatever was in that house returned to complete rest after that.
I have many more stories about different places and completely different situation but I thought since this is my first story and my first experience that I would just judge by the responses I get whether I will continue to post more experiences. I am really busy but I will try and participate as much as I can with any comments I get.