Here's just some background information on me and where I live: I am 15 years old, I live with my mother and 3 older brothers. When my mother and father got our apartment in 1987 somehow they learned that a previous tenant died in here. I believe I have a psychic gift, When I was little (age 4-7) I remember seeing a short man wearing a red shirt, dark pants, with black curly hair and holding a cup for a split second. Then he would disappear. Age 12-13 I would feel something pulling on strands of my hair. Sometimes I would get a strange feeling like I'm not alone, then a couple seconds later; my cat would go berserk and run up and down the apt at top speed, then just calm down. I heard stories of when I was an infant, every night for a couple months; I would wake up in the night at the same time every night, cry for hours and stop at the same time every night. My father also used to see things and would identify that something was there before I started crying.
On with my experience:
It happened Last night/this morning. Usually I sleep in the bedroom with my mother (we have a 1 bedroom apt), but 1 of my brothers was spending the night at his friends house. So I slept in the living room with my 2 brothers. I was having a hard time falling asleep but I did around 1:30-2:00am. This is where it got strange. I haven't had a bad dream/nightmare since I was 12. I started dreaming that I was in a cathedral type hall, and sunlight was hitting from all the glass windows. Suddenly it got dark and 3 men appeared in from of me. One looked like a priest and the other guy looked pretty normal, but the on in the middle was hideous, purple grey skin, tall and skinny with long white stringy hair, and a crooked creepy grin. His eyes were very angry and he was staring at me through out the whole dream. The priest stated that he was a rapist and then the priest made me hold this thick metal plate, that was divided in four pieces had designs, and was lettered a, b, c, d. I balanced the plate on top my fingers and held the mans hands down to the plate with my thumbs. Suddenly the priest and the other man walked behind the creepy looking one and disappeared, and from some reason I kept repeating the letters to myself, a,b,c,d. Then the man said "e,f,g...e,e" he was trying to get me to recite the alphabet. I started glaring at him and closed my eyes, and tried screaming, but woke up mumbling. That was weird seeing I hadn't had a bad dream in so long. I tossed and turned and fell back asleep. That happened around 3. One of my brothers was awake and one was asleep.
I woke up again when my youngest of 3 brothers was finally coming to sleep, around 4:30-5:00am. I turned facing towards my mother's bedroom and closed my eyes, lying on my stomach. I closed my eyes, but couldn't fall back asleep. My body started feeling really heavy really fast so I opened my eyes, and saw this black hooded shadow, standing in the doorway between the living room and my mother's bedroom. The bedroom door was open so the street lights were coming in making a silhouette perfectly visible. I tried to turn my head to my brother sleeping the in bed next to mine, but I couldn't move. I swear the heaviness was so strong I could hear it.
I tried screaming, and thrashing, but my body wouldn't move and my screams came out as little squawks, that I could barely hear, but I felt the strain in my vocals. I knew that wasn't working, so I focused on moving my body again. When I opened my eyes the figure looked transparent now, but I was still petrified. I tried to move my arms, it wouldn't work. I looked away from the figure and focused on my fingers. I stared at my index and thumb on my right hand, and tried to pinch my left arm (I was sleeping on my stomach with my head on my left arm and my right hand in front of my face right next to my left hand) My fingers were barely twitching, slowly I gained enough control to give my self 2 weak pinches and after that I was able to move again. Through the whole thing I was telling myself "please move, just move, just move" after I gained control I was scared to get up and leave the bed so I turned and faced my brother.
After I calmed down enough, I got out the bed and walked to my mothers room, my brother woke up, and I told him to go back to sleep. I turned the bedroom light on, and my mother was sleeping, I laid in the bed next to her, watched the sun rise, and when she got up to go take a shower I told her what happened, and started crying while doing so. She told me she knows what to do. I told my oldest brother before he left for work and he told me he slept funny the night before to. He said usually he's a light sleeper, but last night he was knocked out. I was so shaken I missed school today. I feel a lot calmer now, and I'm not afraid about what happened. I just hope it doesn't happen again, because it wasn't a nice feeling.