I've had quite a few strange happenings to write about on here, but I'm not sure where to start...
Starting from about when I was 11 years old, I would wake up in the middle of the night and feel like something was near to me. I lived in a house with just my parents and my brother and they would all be sound asleep and my door would be closed, so I knew no one could have been in my darkened room with me. The first night I felt this, I turned from my right side (where I was facing a wall) to my left and saw a figure of something sitting next to my bed. It had a large head and I wasn't sure exactly what it was but I quickly gasped and turned back to the wall with my blanket over my head and stayed awake sweating and scared until I would finally fall asleep. This happened every night for a few years. Never did the figure try to touch me or talk to me, but it did seem to come closer some nights.
Another night while I was trying to fall asleep, I was in my bed which faces the door. I had uncharacteristically left the door open. I closed my eyes to try and sleep and opened them to see a figure at the top of the door frame, feet and hands gripping the top of the frame hanging upside down almost like a lemur, and its face was directed towards me. I screamed and hid under my covers once again.
Years later, in an apartment I shared with my best friend, any time I would curl my hair in a mirror in my bathroom, I would catch glimpses of something darting back and forth in the living room in the mirrors reflection. I would turn to look, and nothing would be there. One day, my roomate called me over and said she had something to show me...
First of all, let me explain that our apartment had a kitchen with a bar wrapped around it. To the side of the bar was her bedroom door, and on the other side of the door, opposite the bar counter was a wall with a computer desk. She walked me over to her door and pointed at the ground to the right of it. There, under the bar counter was a set of footprints in the carpet. The positioning of the feet were as if someone had stood for a very long time outside her door, back against the bar counter. That is a very uncomfortable position and really no one would have any reason to stand there. We both stood our feet on the marks and they were bigger prints than either of our feet. Something had apparently stood directly next to her door for a while. But who? We were the only ones who lived there, and no one had been by to visit in about a week.
To this day, we are still stumped about the feet. Anyone have any suggestions or comments about any of the situations? I'd love to hear any responses.
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