I am still so angry to this day that I have no explanation for the repeated incursions that have happened in my life.
When I was a little girl I used to see an un-descriptive man enter my room every night. He was much thinner than my father who in fact I could see asleep on his bed with my mother beside as our rooms were across the hall. Being a small girl I simply yanked the covers over my head or put my teddy bear over my eyes and prayed for it to go away. It did not go away, it tended to linger over me a place a hand on me before I just would simply black out in fear. My parent's being religious encouraged me to nickname him "Redman" or Devil and in fact it did not stop occurring until I moved out of my nursery room into a larger corner bedroom. A few years passed and I was always uneasy about our basement as it seemed that's where the man must have been walking from.
Once again when I was about 13 I began having the sense of something in my room. Honestly I was just filled with the creeps. One night in particular I was looking into my large dresser mirror which sat along the wall that connected the larger room to my nursery room when out of nowhere a full figured man with a striking face appeared in the reflection. Obviously I was alarmed and made to sit up but I was in shock. The "man" slowly came out of the mirror walking towards me through my dresser as if it was immaterial and stood over me.
I could not decide if it was the same figure from my childhood or not his face was almost too chiseled and his expression to intense to gaze on for very long. My rationality kicked in and I balled up my fist to give him a good smack but my hands would not move. In fact I was still lying down facing the mirror unable to do more than blink. The man then rested his hand on my abdomen (which I didn't feel). I was so scared that I just did what I had to do when I was a little girl and tried shutting my eyes so tight I couldn't see anything. This however backfired on me because when I shut my eyes his face was burned into my mind as if he was right in front of it and he wouldn't let me look away. Suddenly it was over I don't recall him retreating and I didn't come to any epiphany's about what he was doing at the time that would have encouraged a spirit to leave.
I am so confused and scared about this, If I knew what he wanted or what he was trying to do I would be able to carry on peacefully but nowadays I find myself unable to sleep unless I'm completely covered head to toe in a blanket and have a pet with me in the bed. I just know if I don't something will come touch me. What was the purpose of this all?!? Just to scare me? I'm 25 years old, I can't be afraid of the dark anymore.