I have the craziest story about the last time I had a normal sleep - the night of Friday the 13th, October 2019
When I woke up there was a man standing beside my bed
I really want to thread this but I don’t want to tell this story & seem crazy unless ppl actually want to hear it

1) Okay hi here’s a preface: I’ve never had “normal” sleeps before this incident but they were normal for me. I’ve almost always had trouble falling asleep, at night I get really anxious & paranoid so it could take me hours in bed to fall asleeplie even if I was really tired

2) ew typo on 1st part already :/
It’s been like this since I can remember. I’ve hated the dark since I was 2 or younger. Growing up I insisted on sleeping with lights on. If I were to be in a dark room I would feel so scared I would be basically paralyzed by fear

3) Id be to scared to even get up and turn a light on myself. So if my parents turned the light off then I would pull the blankets completely over me & sleep with only my nose poking out of the comforter for air pretty funny image to picture but poor lil me was petrified

4) They thought I would grow out of it eventually, but I never did. I had more than just the childhood fear of a monster under the bed because I’ve actually been having paranormal experiences also for as long as I can remember, so of course I wouldn’t want to be alone in the dark

5) I’m gonna try and keep this quick and just give a few examples then move on to the real story: About 1/2 the time I sleep I wake up in the middle of the night and will see things in my room, and I don’t mean mistaking my chair for a ghost, like dark shadows with silhouettes

6) Some of these figures revisit me, theres two that have always been there & are the worst. One is like 7ft tall and lanky with very long pointy fingers. The other is medium size, very spider like & only ever on the ceiling. But sometimes figures come in less developed forms

7) The more developed ones I’ll see turn their heads / necks towards me, reach out an arm, etc. The shadow figures come towards me too in a floating way, usually fast but sometimes slowly. They almost never moved fast when I was younger though.

8) As a kid I think I woke my parents up a lot screaming, I didn’t have a lamp by my bed so unless the figure started coming at me I’d be waiting in the dark in my room with it until my parents got to the door. I would tell them it was bad dreams.

9) I was raised as a Catholic, I went to church every Sunday, Sunday school, was an alter girl, etc. Until I was around 10 or so I really believed in my religion too. I thought that these shadow figures I was seeing were all demons or sent from the devil. It felt very unholy

10) I've also always had all kinds of supernatural experiences too. Once I was watching a scary movie with a friend and family. During a scene where a dead bat is found in their pool, A BAT FLEW INTO MY ROOM IN REAL LIFE. @daramaceachen can vouch for this bc that is unforgettable

11) I've also had a past life recognition experience, so yeah I am and have always been spiritually sensitive/inclined. Sometimes I'd share my stories like what happened with the bat, but for a long time I never shared, & still don't really talk about what happens at night

12) Now it's building up to the good part. How's everyone holding up, are y'all reading?
Good.
As I said earlier, I was raised Catholic, but I actually started questioning it around age 10, & eventually stopped believing for many reasons but also because of these experiences.

13) It kept getting worse as I got older. As I privately started to consider & explore my spirituality it became more common for the figures I'd see at night to be more developed, or to move toward me. But, I also started to be able to sense the energy when figures would visit me

14) I learned that not all of them were bad. When I’d wake up I’d always be initially scared to see something, but once I felt it was a safe energy I could instantly fall back asleep. But the bad ones are the ones that have a more developed form & will often move aggressively -

15) - to me/try to touch me. I learned how to calm myself down too so when I woke up in the dark, I would blink, look around & take a moment to make sure that my brain wasn’t just playing tricks on me - this also made me feel a bit less crazy bc then I knew my brain wasn’t playin

16) Through HS I was still deathly afraid of the dark, & still had nightly experiences, but I had excepted it. I only screamed for help on rare occasions. In fact, I would usually scream at the bad figures, and it actually would make them go away.

17) I realized that in most cases once I acknowledged them they would leave (kind of fade off). So I started saying things like “what do you want”, “go away”, etc when bad ones bothered me. One time I even woke up & screamed “FUCK OFF” at the top of my lungs at the lanky fucker.

18) Also I had a phone so if I was creeped out I could reach for it for flashlight. So while it got a bit easier to deal with, at the same time it was still happening, and new things started happening too. One time while having a sleepover with a friend I bolted up from sleep -

19) - into a sitting position & turned & grabbed her by the throat. I was watching myself do it & snapped out of the trance as I grabbed her. Thankfully she was passed & half woke up for a sec to say “what are you doing” & then turned over so I don’t think she remembers lol yikes

20) End of grade 12 (June 2018) I saw a psychic who said that I am extremely spiritual, a psychic like her, but I need to learn how to use/control my gift because this also means that bad spirits/energy will be drawn to me. I had 2 friends there if you don’t believe me!!

21) At this time I was becoming more spiritual & wanted to learn about witchcraft, but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t go to my family about it because the idea of things like witchcraft does not go well with Catholics so I put harnessing my spirituality on the back burner.

22) I went to Ottawa for uni in the fall, and for that school year (18-19) these experiences didn’t change much from how they were the year before. I’ve always felt most comfortable and had less issues when someone else would be in a room with me & my dorm was a double room so

23) OKAY HERE SHE GOES
When this school year started I was back in Ottawa but now in a house with friends. We were in Sandy Hill - a community of mostly old houses being rented to the students. One of my roommates was a psychic/empath and the other one was also quite spiritual

24) Being around them, especially the first roommate who I’m going to call “S”, made it the perfect time to start understanding my spirituality. I also was taking a course on “Witchcraft, Magick, and Occult Studies”. The first month went by & things were normal by (my standards)

25) Then came October and I felt things shifting, by the end of Sept I had already been starting to feel a bit of changing energy. But I absolutely love October, I mean it’s every lil witches favourite month... But then it happened *cracks knuckles*

26) it was Friday the 13, in freaking OCTOBER, and there was also a blood moon. I mean what are the odds of that? That day I was definitely feeling out of sorts. I liked the idea of the day, it’s really cool and spooky, but knowing my relationship with spooky things I felt like -

27) it was potential for something really bad to happen... then it did.
Things weren’t normal when I went to bed that night in the first place. I was home sick bc home was a 16 hour drive away, & so I had cried for a while that night until I tired myself out enough to sleep

28) I randomly jolted awake, as the usual routine goes when I find the figures staring at me. I instantly felt something was much different. It felt really heavy in the room & i instantly felt myself start to panic. I turn my head over, look up, & saw a man staring back at me

29) I snapped up into a sitting position. I’d never seen anything like this, so real, but I was trying to hard to make sense of the situation so I did all the steps I normally do. I looked around while blinking making sure that I had my bearings & it wasn’t the dark or my brain -

30) - Decieving me. But I had curtains that were a material where some light would come in, even streetlight at night when they were closed, and the sun was about to rise so everything was lit enough to know what I was looking at. I turned back and the man was still there.

31) I said “what?” at him still blinking, when ever I would speak to those figures they would vanish, acknowledgement always got rid of them, but he didn’t go away. Then I really started to actually grasp what I was looking at which was still looking right back at me.

32) It was a person, as real as he could possibly be. His hair looked dirty blondish & shaggy. He had a flannel on, open with a shirt underneath, & pants I think were blue jeans, his outfit was worn down, not ripped more like the clothes seemed like they had been through it

33) He looked like he had been through it. He seemed around 5’9 or so & scrawny, so it wasn’t his size that petrified me, it was his face and manner. Best way I’ve found to describe his looks is if Shaggy from the Scooby cartoons was a real person with some serious drug issues.

34) Even in that lighting I could tell how pale he was, like a sheet, and his eyes were so sunken in that his face looked skeletal. A skull with skin and dull eyes that looked so lifeless it was sociopathic. It was like there was a human body but no human in there.

35) This whole thing was absolutely horrific for me but the worst part was that fucking face, it’s burned into my head. His jaw completed this, his mouth was hanging open unnaturally far down, like it had been dislocated or something. Just gaping open, I will never forget it.

36) I really hadn’t looked at him for that long after I had acknowledged him, maybe a second, but I took it all in and then it hit me. “Oh my God Skye this is not another one of your shadows this is real, this is a real man & he is going to kill you, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE”

37) I was screaming that at myself inside my head. My thought process was that one of my roommates had gone out or something and forgot to lock the door.
- Sandy Hill wasn’t as safe as it could be. It was right by downtown so there were shelters nearby,

38) I had heard stories of girls getting followed in that area, & also of strange men staring through windows at night. -
So judging by his appearance I thought that he must be a straggler who’s an addict from one of the nearby shelters & got in from the door, left unlocked.

39) “what do you want?” I asked, practically on the verge of pissing myself. Only thing I got in response was I started to hear the raspy sound of something that resembled a throat covered in sand paper trying to breathe. And I felt his dead eyes tear even deeper through me.

40) His eyes were violating. He’s going to kill me or rape me or rape me and then kill me?? The other way around? I wish I could show you all the look in his eyes. No humanity left in them. It felt like whatever he was going to do to me would be in the most vile & unspeakable way

41) Convinced I was about to be brutally murdered, my fight or flight instincts kicked in. I started screaming bloody murder, the hardest I ever have in my entire life. “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY ROOM WHAT THE FUCK” as I rolled out of the other side of bed & ran to the door

42) My heart was bursting out of my chest as I ran for it, just pure screams now not even saying anything. As I grabbed my door handle I decided that I had to turn the light on first, bc I thought if the girls and I had to fight him he would be at the advantage in a dark room

43) That thought was of dumb now I know but it made sense to me in panic, so I reached for my light switch. As I was reaching I turned back to look at him & he was still standing in the same position, right beside my pillow, but his head had turned 90• still staring right at me

44) I turn back to the switch, flip it, open the door and turn back once more. The room is bright and he is gone. I dropped to the floor almost like a dead weight and just started sobbing, one of those deep uncontrollable sobs. I was trembling too and sick to my stomach.

45) I sat there and then managed to collect enough strength to get myself to the bed and crawl back in. I just laid there sobbing with the blankets around me so I could feel some security. I felt completely violated but also confused. The whole ordeal had probably happened -

46) - within a minute in total maybe, but in those moments it had felt so real I was 100% convinced that there was strange a man in my room and he was going to kill me.. I was shook to my core. Now he was just gone? He was never even really there in the first place?

47) There was only one other roommate on my floor - the one who was into spirituality/witchcraft- & my screaming had woke her up, so she came to my room with water & we talked about it for it bit. She left after 30 minutes or so (had work) & I continued to cry that entire morning

48) And by cry I mean sobbing and hyperventilating. I managed to calm down after a few hours and talking to my at the time bf and friends. But that experience left a lasting impression.
I didn’t feel comfortable in that room for months. I didn’t sleep in it for a bit.

49) I had trouble sleeping for the rest of that semester, expect for when I came back for reading week as I was staying with my bf & so I felt a lot safer in a different house & with him there, but I still was terrified.
From then on in Ottawa I usually would stay up all night-

50) - then fall asleep once it got bright out. Most of the semester it was like this. I even ended up buying a lamp that I could change the lighting colour on so that if I wanted to sleep during the night I could leave it on but change the colour so it would be easier on my eyes

51) My psychic roommate “s” was really helpful with me. When it first happened she saged my room for me and the whole house, and then took me to buy my own. I also got crystals that would help control my energy + protect me from the bad energy I might attract.

52) I also did a protection candle spell, I’d never done anything like that before. I’ve been able to make a lot more sense of it now, I kind of connected the dots as to how it happened, which was why I gave so much background info to this thread.