I usually wait until I have a few encounters before I submit a story, but this one alone was so bizarre to me that I couldn't wait. It happened the night of May 19.
Before I go to bed I always look at the clock just out of habit to see what time it is. I went to bed at 10:53 that night. A few hours later, I suddenly woke up breathing heavily as if I had just had a nightmare, but I hadn't. (Maybe I did and just didn't remember my dream) but I woke up freaked out with no cause from what I could tell.
I lay down on my back to just stare at the ceiling for a bit (I just do that and think a lot), and there was a black shadow there hovering over me. This will probably sound so weird, but the shape reminded me of a bat. It had a round body, didn't appear to have any legs, but had arms protruding from the center sides of the body. This would be the second time I saw the shadow (although last time it had a human body shape), so like the last time I just blinked and hoped that it would disappear.
I blinked and blinked and blinked and it started getting closer to me. I shot up and turned on the light before it got any closer. I had this feeling that if I let it get face to face with me, something bad would happen. So I turned on the light, and it was gone. I checked my alarm clock to see what time in the night it was, and it was still 10:53. The clock on my wall said 10:53. My phone said 10:53.
I knew I had been sleeping for a while, and that couldn't have been right, so I got up and checked the clock in the kitchen. It said 12:03. My T.V. Said 12:04. My mom's alarm clock 12:03. I just thought maybe all of the clocks in my room all got messed up at the same time. (What are the odds of that, but I hate jumping to the conclusion that it's this thing.)
So when I woke up today thinking that maybe I had just seen the clock wrong before I went to bed, I called my boyfriend to see what time I had called him (I always call him when I'm laying down about to go to sleep.) He said I called him at 10:54.
I called him right after I saw the shadow to tell him about it, but he didn't answer. He said that the missed call was from 12:03.
I thought about what I had thought of that night that maybe SOMEHOW all of the clocks in my room had gotten messed up. When I looked at my clocks, they had the same time as every other clock in the house. They weren't behind like the night before, and I hadn't changed them back.
The following night, I couldn't go to sleep no matter how hard I tried. I called my boyfriend and just started crying. I was scared. I couldn't even turn the light off to try to go to sleep. So he came over and brought his friend who is going to school to be a pastor. His friend Joel started reading bible verses, and as he got more and more into it, I started hearing banging noises. Joel and my boyfriend Miles didn't seem to hear anything, so I ignored it thinking it may have just been something outside (even though our house is 12 feet off the ground and there are no trees around, so I don't know what it could have been). Joel continued reading, and the banging also continued becoming more and more frequent.
Joel read a certain verse (I wish I could remember exactly what it was) But there was a HUGE bang and my floor shook. Miles heard it and felt the floor shake also. Joel didn't feel anything, but after that it stopped.
Since then I haven't heard anything or felt anything. I wonder if it's really gone this time?