I know this story will sound bizarre but I swear that it really did happen. My brother, Tim, couldn't have been more than 12 or 13 years-old when he started talking about the strange things going on in his bedroom. Since a doorway separated our rooms, I could hear anything unusual as good as he did, and I never heard a thing. That is until I heard him hit the floor after falling out of bed (I thought). There was vomit all over the floor and he was as pale as a ghost. Mom heard the noise and came running up the steps. My poor brother looked terrible and after we got everything cleaned up, we asked him what happened.
He said it started out as a feeling he was being watched and he started having trouble falling asleep. If I was in bed, he didn't seem to have such a hard time, but I wasn't always there. He spoke of hearing footsteps on the stairs, creaking of the floor boards, or seeing flashes of light. But when he started to see this woman come out of the ceiling, he knew she was evil. At first, he, too, thought he was dreaming and would lie awake for hours waiting for me to come home. Only then could he get "a good night's sleep." But as time passed he grew more scared.
I remember him describing the way she looked, "she had long black hair and red eyes. She kept calling to me, wanting me to come up to her and held her arms out. I'd tell her no and throw the covers over my head. I knew she was getting madder and madder." "Why didn't you tell us?" I asked him. "Because no one would believe me." he said shaking his head.
On this particular night, he laid awake, looking up at the ceiling and the light fixture with the string you pull to turn it on. All of a sudden, the woman came out of the light bulb and started calling to him. He had a night light on the wall by his bed and could see her and her glowing red eyes. Before he could cover his head, she drew him up and he started spinning around the light. He spun so fast he started to feel sick. He yelled at her to let him go. That's when he hit the floor covered in vomit.
I told him to pray and tell her to leave him alone and thank goodness she never bothered him again. After that night, I noticed he started staying more with his friends overnight. He never forgot what happened and talked about it not long before he died.
Years later, my mother used his room upstairs as her "to do room". She spoke of having the feeling she was being watched and thought she heard my brother's voice call to her, "Mom.", when she sat crying over losing him. But I never heard or felt anything while I lived at home.
It wasn't until my husband and I moved into our first home that I started to notice strange things taking place. I'll share some of those with you soon. Has anyone had an experience like my brother? It still gives me the chills.