My name is Josh, I am 23 years old and I recently moved to Tampa, FL. I only started considering the possibility of there being another side here last fall when my dad was raving about the show TAPS. I listened, but it was all too much for me to swallow at first. Apparitions and EVPs; what kind of bong water you been swimming in pops? But I have always had an open mind.
That night I went searching all over the net, and with respect to the quantity of fictitious garbage that can be found, I started to accept that not everything can be staged. I got more interested in hard documentation, opposed to personal stories. The little Japanese girl in the mirrors is the video clip that pulled me under. I got obsessive for like a week, literally bingeing on paranormal information. Finally, I had satisfied my curiosity, and my imagination cooled down, until it took me for a trip to the twilight zone a few weeks ago.
My girlfriend and I hit a pot-hole in our relationship, resulting in a terrible argument that sent me storming out on her. I have never done that, save this one evening. I called some friends and we met up in Temple Terrace to indulge in some beers. We did more talking than drinking, munched down a massive pizza next door to the bar, and drove to the nearest friends' residence.
My friends concluded that I should not go home until morning, as to let my head clear up before facing the obstacles that the old lady and I would need to overcome. It seemed logical, so I spent the night there in Rich's second story flat with him, his wife Nereyda, and their eleven year old Laura.
We relaxed and watched a movie together, and then naturally they retired to their rooms in the 2/1, roughly 700 square foot apartment. I'll have to double check its name; the apartment is in a complex right beside USF on the corner of 50th St. North and Fletcher. My best guess is that it was built in the sixties.
I sprawled out on their big red couch which faced a wall with a television to the right and sliding glass doors to a small balcony to the left. I lay with my head adjacent to the glass doors, which was fairly noticeable, as shards of light from a street lamp outside were cutting through the vertical blinds and the gap at their bottom. This and the digital clock on the DVD player allowed me to see all around the unlit room with reasonable definition.
I could make out the furniture, paintings and decor, the ceiling fan, and all the seams and corners of the room. I passed out around twelve-thirty, not really feeling the beer from hours earlier. With their blonde Pekinese, Snuggles, keeping my ventral side toasty, I remember getting to sleep with ease considering how stressed out I had been.
At what I later learned to be about 4:45 am, my rest was disturbed by Snuggles tearing off and growling. "Stupid dog, stupid cat somewhere. Whatever, going back to sleep." I turned toward the back of the couch unaffected. Then he let out a high pitched bark.
I counterpoised, opened my left eye, and froze like a Popsicle. I couldn't finish rolling over. I have and had never been so rigomortified in my life. A few seconds later I opened my other eye, confirming that there was indeed a seven or eight foot figure towering right over me.
Rich and Neri are well under six foot. It was lurched over staring me in the face, between me and the blinds; it was shrouded, all details concealed in silhouette, but as plain as day. I knew it was no dream because I could hear my pulse surging and feel the discomfort growing in On second thought, I kept one eye open that night, and sometimes still do.
My half turned spine. I kind of had to pee.
The dog didn't make another peep and the figure did not budge. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only twenty to thirty seconds, I was struck with a wave of adrenaline and swung a back-fist from under the sheets. Faster than the fastest fly, it premeditated my action the instant my arm began to move.
It streaked across the room without a sound and reconstituted on or against the wall that my feet pointed to. Then it slid slowly along the wall to the right, disappearing into the black hall.