It was just like any other bland March night. I had just completed an essay for school, and began preparing for bed. The time was around 11:30 -11:40 give or take. I had crawled into my bed which faces the door; my parents had made it a rule to sleep with the door open. Just like any other teenager I listened to my iPod for a while, and then eventually decided I should catch some sleep.
What seemed like hours passed and I couldn't drift into much needed sleep. By this time my eyes have already become used to the dark and I was able to see fairly well. For some reason I looked over to the doorway to my room, and that's when I saw a formless, dark, cloud in the shape of a human there. Immediately I froze, whatever that thing was, I felt it staring at me, the type of "I'm going to hurt you" type of stare. This figure had no face or anything, just a shape. I had sat up in my bed and tried to move my feet closer to me and to my pillows. That's when the figure appeared to "melt" into the carpet. Seconds felt like hours, I didn't know if I should get up or stay in bed. Before I had time to register what I had just seen, something was going through my mattress. Literally, going through my mattress, from my feet up to me. Like a big bump traveling up to me. Right away, I stood up on my bed and leaned myself against the wall. My heart was beating so loud and I had stopped breathing, I was terrified. As fast as that traveling bump went through my bed, it was gone. It sunk into my mattress right before my feet.
The left side of my face was up against the wall, and just when I had thought this was all over... I heard whispering directly in my left ear. It wasn't from the room next door, no; I could feel the heat of the breath, and felt teeth right up on my ear. I don't know what it said, but it was very fast. At that point I ran out of my room hysterical, into my parents room, crying. There was no way I was going to back to sleep in my room. So I stood in the living room with a rosary.
The next day, my dad told me about this weird phenomenon about a demon that follows my dad's side of the family. It sounds weird and I'm not implying it was a demon, because I really don't know. When my dad was a child, he used to live in Mexico with my 12 uncles and aunts. Each one of them has had an experience relating to mine (the dark figure). He said it was because a woman who used to practice witchcraft in my grandma's old house before they lived there.
It sounded like something out of a movie, when I got to school that day I decided to do some research. I found that back in pioneer times the land I live on used to be an Indian burial ground.
Now I don't know really what that thing was freaked the hell out of me that night, but one thing I know for sure is I'm NEVER going to look at the doorway at night.