I have never thought about discussing this kind of thing with anyone before, so it feels a bit strange - please bare with me if I ramble!
I have had several experiences over the last few years that I have been wondering about for some time. The latest was over the past few nights, which is why I am writing this now! I feel it's about time I asked for some feedback as to be honest I don't quite know what to make of it all.
This is my first experience (I was going to write them all in one lot but I have found that this may be too long for one sitting!)
This was during my first year of university in London. My digs used to be an old nunnery - the building was very big with four floors, each floor was basically a long corridor with fire doors at either end (an added feature obv, but important to the story!). Students rooms were on either side of the corridor, adjacent to each other, and it was very clear whenever anyone left/entered these corridors as their footsteps would echo along the space and disturb other people - which frequently happened late at night as you can imagine with students!
Well, one night I had just returned from working at a local pub (student funding is no good in England!) The digs were dead as everyone had gone home for Easter break and I was basically the only one on my floor (4th) except for the hall rep, who I knew was staying with his girlfriend on another campus that night. I got into my room and was just starting to unwind when someone knocked loudly on my door. I looked up, startled, as I had not heard anyone coming along the corridor, but shrugged it off as I just assumed I was preoccupied and didn't notice. So, I opened the door, expecting possibly my hall rep, but absolutely no one was there! I looked around, very spooked by now. There was no way someone could have gotten all the way down to the fire doors at the end of the corridor by the time I opened the door - no way, or I'd have heard them running, and even then they'd have to have super powers to get that far so fast! The fire doors would also have made a huge racket as they opened/shut because they clicked loudly. I peered both ways and decided to get the heck out of the hallway, so I closed and locked my door.
Trying to rationalize this was hard, but I tried. I was a bit tired, I'd had a long day, maybe someone had gone into another students room (I secretly knew this was not true as I'd have heard the doors opening/closing and also I knew no one was on the floor as everyone had left that morning!) I also started to think about something I'd read somewhere about letting "things" in. I tried to block that out but it kept coming back.
Anyway, I eventually got into bed, lights off, and started to drift off when I suddenly started feeling very strange - a sense of foreboding, like something bad was about to happen. I got the sudden urge to look over towards my door and as I did so I could see something on the floor. It looked like it had a habit on (something monks used to wear) which covered its whole body and it seemed to be on all fours on the floor next to the door with the hood up so I could not make out anything but the shape. I strained in the gloom of my room to make it out as I could not believe my eyes (nothing like this had ever happened to me before!). As I watched, to my horror it started crawling towards me (as I write this the hair on the back of my neck is standing up!) I froze. I was dumbfounded. I did not know whether to shout or scream or what. In the end I just lay there, watching it approach (I could see it's elbows moving as it crawled) The bed was maybe 20 foot from the door and I knew I could not wait to find out what was going to happen when it reached me, so I gathered every bit of courage I had (and it took a lot I can tell you) and practically flew out of bed and over to the light switch. I rammed it on and looked around madly but there was absolutely nothing there. Nothing. I was inconsolable, but there was no one about to go to! I must have sat for several hours trying to explain it away, but I knew what I saw. I could not rationalize this one jot, as I had not even had chance to get to sleep!
This was the only time I had an experience in these digs and I never told anyone in case they thought I was mad. I don't mind telling you that I slept with my light on for weeks afterwards! The only explanation I could think of was that it was actually a monk, but then why would I feel like it was there to do me harm? I also don't know if the nunnery had an area near it where monks lived. It was definitely not a nun though. It was male. Don't ask me how I know, but it was.
To this day I still get shivers thinking about it