This year I'm turning 18, just letting you know, but please don't discredit my experience because of my age. I'm as nervous as anything writing about this, I've got some music on and the blinds AND light are on... And it's in the middle of the day.
A little background info, I'm a mature person and I don't jump at everything exclaiming 'ITS A GHOST!' so I guess I can be called a little skeptical? My experience I'm writing about happened in 2008 when I was 16 and it still gives me goose bumps today.
Imagine being a mother and your 5 year old daughter comes up and asks you "mummy why do you stand on the second rung of my bunk bed ladder and watch me at night?"
When you don't? I remember vaguely telling her things, and I wasn't one to tell tales, I knew it was the second rung because of the height of the figure. I'd quite often see throughout my childhood the solid black figure of my mother, as if she were standing watching me at the end of my bunk bed. On a couple of occasions she would be at the side, near my head. As a kid you wake up many times during the night and when I saw her, it, whatever it was I just thought it was my mum and went back to sleep. I was never scared. I was very sick as a child and I am still an unhealthy person today, I hadn't seen a figure like the one of my mother since I was young until April 2008, about a week after I came back from Thailand on holiday. It was a Saturday morning; my guess would be some time around the 12th?
Here's what happened...
I'd had a weird dream that night (this is important!) about this evil fat guy who wanted to take me as a prisoner, and I had escaped and he was sending people to come get me, this wasn't a nightmare, I've never had nightmares ever before. I don't get scared easily.
When I woke up I remember thinking 'that was a strange dream' I was still in the dopey state after waking up. You know that sort of half asleep when you get up and go to the toilet in the middle of the night that sort of thing. It was morning the blinds and curtains were closed but there was a fair amount of light in the room. I could hear my mum moving around further down the house. I looked down at my armchair; I recall exactly how I was laying. My blanket was bunched to my right, my curvy pillow was under my other arm and I was lying on the left side of my bed. At the end of my bed against the wall I have an arm chair. Sitting on that armchair was the solid, and I mean BLACK, figure of a young guy. He was in his early 20's sitting on the ARM of my armchair facing the door. He was slouched over, as if he'd been waiting there for a while and sat up when he realized I was looking at him. Before he sat up I remember thinking 'he has a REALLY long neck...' Creepy eh? I remember saying/ thinking? 'Who the hell are you?!' I was tired and thinking I was still asleep. My reply was in an attractive voice I still remember very clearly 'It's OK, _______ _______ sent me to Guard/watch/look after you' He said a name, like an actual name. Like I was actually going to remember it though! At this point I was thinking 'OHHHHH that evil fat guy from my dream sent him to take me back!' I thought it was part of the dream.
I was like yeah whatever and was rolling my head back and forth on my pillow scrunching my eyes shut thinking this was all such a stupid dream. He started talking again, like saying something really important, trying to get me to listen. After a while he stopped and just sat watching me. I could hear him SIGH in light frustration. I must have fallen asleep after that, because I woke up what felt like IMMEDIATELY after I had closed my eyes. I still thought it was a dream, but I do remember thinking to myself 'that's funny...' I was lying EXACTLY as I had seen. My blanket was to my right, my pillow under my left arm and I was on that side. The lighting was the same as well.
I got up and thought nothing of it; I even asked my mum 'did you hear me talking to anyone just a while ago?' She said no but wouldn't really have known because she was in the opposite end of the house. The horrible realization came later that I had been awake. So there was definitely something THERE. At the time I wasn't scared at all... Only rude to him!
I still don't know to this day who it was, my mum suggested that it was my granddad and we tried looking for pictures of him when he was young. But the guy I saw was a lot more slender, not skinny though. My mum still laughs at the fact it was an attractive young man. She knows I'm not lying and I hope you all believe me as well.
I don't believe he's a 'demon' my best friend is Christian and I was talking to her. She only succeeded in freaking me out more. My high school was a Christian school as well and I talked to some teachers. Though they weren't much help.
Thanks for reading!