I have written previously about how I am visited by wordless apparitions that tend to appear in the corner of my room and say nothing. But this experience is far different than the last ones, and one of the few times where I felt in danger.
Yet again, this takes place in a home that I had only lived in for about 2 years, at that point, maybe not even that. I was deep in slumber, and found myself waking up. Yet again, I felt like I was not alone. But instead of the feeling of someone else just being in my room, the presence felt very... Strange. I opened my eyes, and much to my surprise, and horror, there was someone else in my bed.
I was lying on my side, facing my wall, and the person was jammed between my wall and me. In what little space there was there. My bed isn't very wide, so there wasn't a lot of space for two people... Their face had to be mere inches from my own.
He had to been about 14 or so years old, jet back hair, completely black eyes and mouth. He looked like he was smirking, but it was hard to tell as I scrambled out of the bed faster than I could even register completely what exactly was beside me. Even then, as scared as I was, I still managed to stammer out a, "Can I help you?"
He slowly pushed himself up by his arms, only slightly, and continued to look at me. I noticed how he was clothed. All black, but the clothes could be somewhat similar to say, how a boy's Japanese school uniform looks. That's the best description I can give. His skin was very pale, and I'm sure it would be almost grey-white if the light were to shine on him.
It was the first time one of the apparitions had appeared elsewhere than a corner of my room, and the first time one of them had actually done more than just a turn of their head to follow me with their gaze.
I stuttered out again, I was rather terrified. "I... I can help... But... I'll turn on the light first." Like always, I went to switch on the light, however this time, I ran and switched on the light as fast as I could, I was too afraid to look behind me at that time. It took me a few seconds to regain my nerves.
When I looked back the strange boy was gone out of my bed, and I felt myself to be very weak and shaky, and I had broken out in a cold sweat. I couldn't think straight, and I was afraid of stepping farther into my room.
After a few moments, I managed to contain myself, but... I didn't want to switch off that light again, and it took me a long time before I even thought of trying to lying back down in bed.
It was an hour later before I managed to fall asleep, as far away from the side of the bed, that was pressed against the wall, as I could, and the lights were on.
Never had I experienced something so creepy and strange or something that was so close to my face.
When I think back on it, I get mixed feelings. Sometimes I think I was justly scared, other times I think that he didn't deserve it, and I wonder if I managed to offend him somehow. What if he was honestly trying to just get help?
I remain uncertain today; but, if he ever DOES come back, and he DOES want help, then I'd prefer if he'd appear in the corner of my room. However, I'm also very frightened that he's not there for that reason, and he'll appear in my bed again one day with an entirely different purpose.