This is a continuation of my experience at the house I lived in on 2nd Street. I suppose I left this one out since it's an experience that I had that was nothing like the others. If you read my first story, this event happened about a month after the voice in the parlor, and before the Halloween party. In case you need some background to the story, this happened 10 years ago at a Victorian I rented in downtown San Jose.
That night, before I turned off my light to go to sleep, I had turned to assess the room. I wanted to make sure I knew where everything was so I wouldn't mistake any shadows while I laid in bed. Strange things had been happening in my room. I had been experiencing everything from moving shadows, to strange touches in the middle of the night. I had begun dreading to turn off my light at night.
I turned off the switch and hustled around to the left side of the bed. My boyfriend was already asleep on the right. I pulled the blankets slightly down from my face when my eyes adjusted to the dark. Soon I started to feel a cold wave coming from my left. There was a presence at the side of my bed even though I couldn't see it at that point. I had felt this before except it always remained at the foot of the bed. Once, my sleep was interrupted by a hand shaking my foot. However this time the presence felt like it was creeping closer. Suddenly a shadow appeared directly above me. I could see the light colored ceiling behind it. Shadows don't hover like a solid mass, as this one did.
The darkest points in my room weren't as dark as this mass was. I was frozen, wanting to scream. I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me since it seemed like the darkness was inching closer. As it got close I noticed the top of it was small and ovular, almost the shape of a head. Just then it came swiftly down toward me. While this has never happened to me, somehow I knew what was about to take place.
Unable to move or speak, I was shouting in my mind, "Oh no, oh no, please not this. No! No! NO..."
There was darkness for several seconds, then a flash of light. Then darkness again. Another flash of light and I recognized I was still in my room. The darkness lasted a second with the light only lasting half a second. The flashing was like a strobe light, and so bright that it stung my eyes. When it flashed again, I noticed everything was in black and white. I felt something at the end of my throat and all over my tongue. I felt afraid to choke on it yet for some reason I couldn't spit it out. It felt like something unusual, yet familiar. It felt like a hundred tiny pieces of cork.
I was lying in the center of my bed, my body weak. I thought it was strange that my feet didn't reach near the edge of the bed where they normally touched. I didn't know why my bed seemed larger, and I felt much smaller in my bed. I felt my straight soft hair against me. I couldn't remember straightening it that day. In my weak state, I tried moving in the bed, yet I was unable to move my legs and arms. They were bound. I was so terrified. I was in a panic because I also couldn't figure out what was happening. I didn't know how the lights were strobing. It didn't even really feel like it was the actual lights, it felt like it was coming from my eyes. And I wasn't even blinking.
I looked up to the right, where my eyes would normally fixate whenever I laid in the center of the bed. My tall dresser, that was once my grandmothers, wasn't at the center of the wall between the bathroom and closet doors. Instead there was a smaller, long dresser sitting on the left, closer to the bathroom. Large framed pictures were on the right of the wall closer to the closet. During another flash I saw a photograph of a cowboy in one of the pictures. Something that I would never put on my wall.
There was no sound, as if I was watching a movie on mute. I knew it wasn't just silence, I had a feeling that there should be sound. My eyes moved quickly to the bathroom door. I couldn't move my eyes, I stayed staring at the open door. Even though I couldn't hear anything I sensed that something was happening in the bathroom. Somehow I knew that someone was walking through the adjacent door on the opposite end of the bathroom, which connects to my roommate's bedroom. That door has been permanently sealed ever since I've lived there.
The strobing of the lights increased in speed, stronger and more painful to my eyes. Suddenly, a man walked through the doorway, and leaned up against the door frame. This was not my roommate, or anyone I knew for that matter. Instead of a body of a man, his image was a shadow, a silhouette. When I got a better look I realized he was more than a shadow, he was a dark abyss. It was as if I could stick my hand into his silhouette and I would fall into this void. I could tell his arms were crossed and he was looking right at me. Even though he was completely black, I knew he was grinning in self gratification.
The dark man slowly strode up to the right side of the bed. When he sat down on the bed, the strobe lights became so intense that it started to make a buzzing in my ears. (I guess light does have sound.) My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. With his head slightly tilted, I knew he was saying something to me as if in a comforting manner. I wanted to run. I wanted to jump out one of the large windows at the opposite end of the room. But the only thing I could do was keep staring at this shadow man in fright, because it felt as though my life was about to end. With something long and thin in his hands, he reached toward my neck.
Once again, there was total darkness.
I gasped for air at the same time my eyes flipped open. I was back in my room, in what I abruptly realized was my own body. I immediately put my fingers to my mouth to pull the shreds of cork off my tongue. Through my confusion I found nothing was there. A shivering wave overtook my body as I began to cry uncontrollably. Whether it was my cries or from the bed shaking from my shuddering, my boyfriend awoke next to me. I was unable to explain what had happened or even speak a coherent word. All I could do was cling to his torso and cry as he attempted to soothe me.
I kept thinking that it was her all along, in the darkness of my room that I've been sensing. It was her who had overtook me. She wanted me to see what happened to her in that very room when she lived there. She put me directly in her memory to see through her eyes. And that shadow man, she had cut him out of her memory almost literally. I remembered now the sense she had when she saw him. She knew him.
I had felt her fear and it had dissolved into my own. I was so afraid of what I saw, and I was even more terrified of seeing it again, if not more. At the same time, I felt so out of control, because I felt like I had no power over what I was experiencing. I also felt out of control since everything of what I thought I knew, back then, about the afterlife, really wasn't all the truth.
Perhaps she wanted me to see what she went through, in order to help find her body, or her killer. For a long time whenever I thought this, the fear would began to arise again inside me. Even though the entity in my room had a person behind it, I didn't know what it was capable of. It was horrible what happened to her. In spite of that, she still terrified me.
I never tried to search further for what happened, because I was scared. I didn't even know how to begin to ask the owner about the estates history. Of course now, I wish I had enough courage. Then again, everything happens for a reason. Perhaps this experience was just to awaken me to what is really out there.
One last thing I didn't include in my initial story was the final experience from that house. It actually wasn't me who had the experience.
A year had passed and I was no longer living there. I had stopped at the house with my new best friend to pick up some items that I had left at the house. My friend had never been to that house before. She also never had a supernatural experience before that day.
My friend stayed behind in the living room as I went into my ex boyfriend's room to collect some items. As she was waiting by the pool table, she looked up at the entrance to the kitchen. She was slightly startled to see a woman standing against the narrow wall to the right of the kitchen entrance. In the split second from when she laid eyes on her, my friend had thought perhaps it was a roommate or girlfriend of someone. After that second was over, before greeting this person, she realized that the woman that was silently staring at her didn't have a body below her chest. What seemed like several minutes later, the entity finally disappeared.
I noticed my girlfriend's discomfort when I emerged from the bedroom. I had thought it was from just the situation. I remember she hurried passed me as we were leaving the house, but it wasn't until we were in my car that she told me of what took place. At that instant I knew it was the same girl from that night in my room.
My ex and my old roommate never experienced seeing her. I know it must have had to do with her distrust in men, since it was one she knew, that took her life.
Thank you for reading my story. It took a lot out of me to write it out. However it feels great to share it with people that would (finally) fully understand what happened to me.
I'd like to hear your thoughts.