When I was a teenager, I had several strange experiences that I could only describe as supernatural or paranormal. But the scariest thing I have ever experienced happened one summer, when I was home alone. I had the distinct feeling that something was watching me, something otherworldly. Something that I couldn't see, but that I could feel. I had that feeling for days, but it finally culminated in one terrifying night. It was a night that changed everything for me. I'll start by telling you how it all began.
I was in my second year of high school and summer vacation was almost over. In my country, summer vacation is ten weeks long, and by the end of it, I was beginning to miss school and my friends. But one thing I wasn't missing was my parents.
No matter what I tried, I was stuck in this terrible pattern of waking up at odd times every night. I couldn't figure out why it was happening, and it was starting to freak me out. I was too afraid to tell anyone about it, since I thought they would think I was crazy. But one night, something happened that I just couldn't ignore. I woke up at 03:15 again, just like always.
What was even more bizarre than my odd sleep schedule was the feeling I had when I woke up. It wasn't just a feeling of terror, like when you're in danger. It was also a feeling of shame, of being completely exposed. It was as if I was standing in front of a crowd of people who could see every part of me, including all my secrets and embarrassing moments. It was a raw and vulnerable feeling that I had never experienced before. And it happened every single time I woke up. It was slowly driving me crazy.
I couldn't stand it anymore, the constant feeling of terror and shame. And worst of all, the sense that I was going crazy. There was no one I could talk to about it, so I tried to bury it. I was doing my best to forget about it, to ignore it. And it worked, at least during the day. But at night, it was like I couldn't escape it. I would try to go to sleep early, hoping that it would change something. But it didn't help, I kept waking up with the same terrible feeling.
For a few days after my chat with my dad, things seemed to be back to normal. I was sleeping well, and I wasn't having any more odd feelings. For a few days after my chat with my dad, things seemed to be back to normal. I was sleeping well, and I wasn't having any more odd feelings. But then one night, something changed.
The night before I left for the trip, I went to bed early, trying to get some good rest before a long day of travel. I drifted off to sleep quickly and thought how great the trip would be.
Fear coursed through my body, cold sweat dripping down my back. My head pounded, my brain throbbing, as if it were trying to escape through my skull. I felt a sense of utter vulnerability and shame. And now, I was aware of another feeling. The distinct sense of being watched. It was as if the walls were staring at me, an intense, menacing gaze. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I wanted to run, but I couldn't move. I was frozen, paralyzed by fear.
As I opened my eyes, I looked at the door. Standing in front of it was a figure with their back turned to me. A bluish glow emanated from them, lighting up the room. I could see that they were very thin, wearing only a pair of old gray sweatpants, and their back was bent so that I could see their spine and the ridges of their vertebrae poking through their skin. They just stood there, facing the door, motionless. I sat up and said, "Hey, get out of here!" The figure turned slowly and looked at me. It was an old man, with ...pale skin and tired, empty eyes. His gaze bored into me, not with anger or hate, but with something else, something I couldn't place. I stared back, my heart pounding, my mind racing.
After the man disappeared, I laid back down, trembling and wide awake. I could barely breathe, and my mind was racing. "What the hell just happened?" I asked myself. I had never seen anything like that before. Had I been dreaming, or was it a hallucination? I just couldn't believe that it was real. But it felt real. Too real. The man had looked so gaunt, like a skeleton, and his eyes had been so devoid of emotion. I couldn't sleep, so I just sat there, staring at the door, for hours.
I spent the day travelling with my brother in a hot, cramped car. We finally reached the camp, and I immediately went to the hotel to take a shower. I was exhausted, and the shower would help me feel refreshed. I took my time, standing under the water, letting it wash away the day's fatigue.
I finished my shower and began to dry myself. As I turned to grab my towel, I noticed that the light in the bathroom was off, even though I hadn't turned it off. I looked at the light switch, and it was in the off position. But the room wasn't dark. It was glowing, as if lit by a blue light. I stood there, frozen in terror. I couldn't figure out what was happening. Then, I noticed something else. Behind the shower curtain, someone was standing there. I couldn't make out a face, but they were staring at me. It was like a child trying to scare someone. Just standing there, motionless.
The figure behind the shower curtain just stood there, motionless, for what felt like hours. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even blink. I wanted to run, to scream, to do anything, but I was frozen in terror. My body was completely unresponsive. And then, finally, something happened. The shower curtains moved a little, sliding aside a few inches. At that moment, something inside me changed. I wasn't going to sit there and let whatever this thing was do whatever it was going to do. I dashed out to meet friends outside.
While I was still shaken by what I had seen in the hotel room, I had to eat something. So we went to the nearest open restaurant, which turned out to be a McDonald's. I'm not the biggest fan of fast food, but I wasn't about to turn up my nose at a warm meal. We found a small table in the corner, away from the other customers. As we ate, we started talking about nothing in particular, as we often do. I was trying to convince them that my course was the most important. But I was having a hard time concentrating on the conversation. In the background, I could hear a muffled voice. It sounded like someone was talking under their breath, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. And every time someone else spoke, the voice spoke along with them, almost like an echo. I tried to ignore it, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on what my friends were saying. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked around the restaurant, trying to find the source of the voice, and then I yelled, "Shut up!" The whole restaurant went silent, and everyone turned to look at me. My friends, who knew about what had happened in the hotel room, were clearly concerned. They asked if I was okay, and I just nodded, not wanting to make a scene.
The second night of our stay was a little different. I had been sleeping soundly, until I woke up suddenly in a cold sweat. I felt dizzy, like the room was spinning around me. I thought maybe I was dreaming, or maybe I had been drugged or drunk, but then I realized that the only thing in the room that wasn't a blur was the window in front of me. And as I looked out the window, I saw something that sent a chill down my spine.The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow across the room. I noticed a dark silhouette of a person, standing outside the window. It was at least six stories up to the ground below, so there was no way this person could be standing there. But there they were, staring at me through the glass. I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. It felt like hours had passed, the whole time me just staring into the cold, expressionless eyes of the figure. Finally, the sun began to rise, and the moonlight faded. As it did, the silhouette disappeared with it.
It was such a relief when the day finally came to an end, and I knew that we'd be back home in just six hours. The ride was uneventful, and by eleven at night, I was back in my room. I'd fallen asleep almost immediately, but I suddenly awoke to the strangest sight. My room was illuminated by a blue light, and I could make out the shape of a man sitting on my bed. He wasn't by the door, but right at the foot of my bed, hunched over and staring at me, his gaze piercing my very soul. I felt frozen in terror, unable to move or even breathe. It was as if I'd lost control of my own body. The only thing I could do was look back into his eyes, as the seconds passed by, feeling like an eternity. Then, at last, the sun rose over the barn roof, and with it, the strange man disappeared. I was left alone in my room, trembling from head to toe. What had just happened? Was it a dream, or something else?
I decided to talk to my mom about. My mom's question caught me off-guard, but I told her that the man was tall, and did indeed have a scar on his left cheek. When I answered yes, I saw her face turn white. She hurried off to another room, and then came back holding a photo album. Her hands were shaking as she opened it and started flipping through the pages. Finally, she stopped on a page and handed me the book. There, in black and white, was a photo of a man standing by a river. He was dressed in a dark suit that seemed to be too big for him. His arms looked abnormally short, and he was gazing at the camera with a distant, unreadable expression on his face. I couldn't help but notice the eerie similarities between this man and the figure I'd seen in my room.
My mother told me that the person I saw in my room was my grandfather, who had passed away. He took his own life many years ago. Even though I've never met him, I've heard a lot about him. I'm not sure if what I saw was him, or just a figment of my imagination. I'm afraid that if I keep thinking about it, it will keep happening again and again.
