This is a fairly long story, so bear with me.
I grew up in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but miles and miles of miles and miles, for miles around.
There're all kinds of stories about the area, though. Never heard any of them until recently. Stuff about giant black dogs, and a witch's grave. I never saw ANY of that stuff. Did see some... Odd stuff. Stuff that freaked me out. One of the scariest involved treasure hunters claiming to having been chased by huge black dogs and evil laughter. This is the worst one, though. This is by FAR the worst thing.
Mainly because it happened to me.
Whatever it was that happened, it MAY be connected with several incidents in my childhood, which I will describe now, just to give some background. Basically, when I was a kid, I didn't have a lot of friends, living in an isolated area. I played alone a lot of the time.
Around the age of eight, I began to think something was watching me as I played. Occasionally, I would catch sight of some sort of shape ducking behind a wall or car. Sometimes, I would hear footsteps on gravel, but with nobody visible. Eventually I got tired of this, and decided to have it out with whoever it was trying to scare me. I saw them duck behind the car as I played and decided this was the time. I began to walk towards the car, angled so I could see around it, to see if I could catch a glimpse of whoever it was. I saw a jet-black human shape, with no readily discernible features, that was staring right at me. Needless to say, I ran the hell back inside and stopped playing outside.
So, now to the main story. When my sister moved out permanently after graduating college and getting a good job in psychiatric nursing, I moved into her massive bedroom. Was a nice change from my old and tiny bedroom. Only problem with it was, and still is, the catch on the window is broken. Its not open but its not fully open. It allows a nasty draught in.
So, for a few years this is fine. Bit chilly at times but nothing too bad. And then, around the time I began to finish up in secondary school, aged between 17-18 (I'm 21 now), I got these really bad vibes late at night. Really bad vibes.
It started off small. Just a feeling. A bad one, but nothing I couldn't explain away. Just the draught freaking me out. Then it started getting worse. Over the next few years, until sometime in September/October of 2008, the feeling started to get worse.
Soon after it began, I moved out of home to go to college but returned every weekend. It visited me Saturday nights. Not always every Saturday, but a few times a month. Often on Friday nights too.
Now, as I have said, it got worse. What ever it was, it began moving around my room. Near the end it began sitting on my bed. At its very worst, something lightly touched my hair on several occasions.
However, it was not limited to the same room by this point. While I was staying over at my sisters one night, I slept in the spare room. And, in absolute darkness, it came to me, and... Well, it spoke to me. I can't remember what it said, or if I even heard what it said, but whatever it was saying, it made me sick to my stomach. I vomited all over the room (disgusting, I know) and yelled at the top of my lungs.
I told my sister and brother-in-law it was just a bad dream, brought on by whatever food that had made me sick.
It continued for a few more days, then stopped. I haven't experienced anything since. Well, not quite. Following the last night it happened, I was awoken by something touching me. Not like before. Not scary. Just a reassuring pat on the head. That was all. I have yet to experience the feeling again, and hope it doesn't happen again.