Nothing paranormal has happened to me for a good half of a year... Until now, that is. Until I go any farther, I recommend you read my story, "My friend Jacob" because this will all make more sense. For those that did, you will know that Jacob's death was last Fall, early September to be precise. For almost all of September (2009) I had been seeing mists both black and white appear in my kitchen, usually near the floor. I kind of just dismissed these experiences because mists could just be my imagination... Now, I kind of wish that I had thought about them a little more because after that things seemed to escalate.
Sometime in the middle of September (2009) I had my first run-in with sleep paralysis. It was a terrifying experience; I don't recommend it to anyone and hope I never experience it again. It felt as if I had woken up from a bad dream because I jolted awake. I remember it being light in my room, and that comforted me. As I lay in my bed, I began to realize that I couldn't move anything except for my eyes. I started to panic. Just when I was at the point of hyper-ventilation did the sleep paralysis give and I could move again. I was really upset by this experience, and the thing that seemed the most peculiar is that I didn't see or feel anything holding me down, I simply couldn't move. Has this happened to anyone else? The next part of my story has is about a dream. Now I know that this site isn't for dream interpretation, and that's not what I'm looking for, but I do feel that including this dream in the story is vital to explaining what's going on, so bear with me. The whole over-tone of the dream was incredibly drab and dull. It was probably the closest thing to a black and white dream I have ever had.
My friends Julia, Emily, Aquila, and I were at our old high school. Some sort of ceremony was going on (maybe it was a graduation type thing, I'm not really sure) and there was a sort of procession. We were in the crowd, looking to see who would be walking down next. Suddenly, we all see Jacob wearing a black suit walking down. We all knew Jacob was dead so I suppose we all accepted that this was his ghost coming to visit. (I have to interject and say that at this moment in the dream, I remember thinking to myself "I have to post this on your ghost stories!") Ignoring the somewhat sinister smile he had on his face, we immediately ran over to him and held him in a group-embrace. At that moment, he literally vanished in our arms. We all began to cry and I remember saying, "He was so real, I can't believe he's gone, he was so real". I then found myself walking with my friend Emily in a different part of the school. I remember seeing a look of deep sadness and almost fear coming from her eyes, so I tried to cheer her up by saying, "Don't you think it's funny that Jacob's ghost had that haircut?" she replied, "what are you talking about?" I said, "You know, Jacob had a haircut like Johnny Depp in Charlie and the Chocolate factory". Her eyes then seemed to get an even more fearful look in them. She said, "I didn't see that. But he looked different to me too. I don't think that was Jacob, something was different. Something was wrong". I then began to think back (in the dream) about how Jacob looked and his image showed up. He had the sinister smile he had before except now his eyes were also pitch-black. I was terrified because at this point in the dream I was completely conscious that I was in a dream, and it was as if he was looking right at my conscious-self, almost like he was looking right through me. I then jolted awake.
The clock read 3:30am. Needless to say I was pretty scared, so I turned my television on to help comfort me. It took me a good hour to fall asleep again because I had the intense feeling of being watched, and although it seriously could have been my imagination, I thought I saw a black mist fly out of my room through the ceiling.
So, my question is, what the heck does all of this mean? Is Jacob stuck between worlds or is something else messing with me?
It's odd that Jacob would come to me because my other friends were much closer to him.
Sorry this was so long, by the way.