I'm a small town girl, and in September I moved to the city for school. I wasn't able to get into the dorm so I needed to get an apartment. It was nearing the first day of school and I was desperate to find something, and miraculously an ad appeared on the school's website for a room to rent in a basement apartment. Scared of missing out on the opportunity, I took it.
For the first few weeks everything was great. I was loving the city (...okay, maybe not the bus system) and I was getting comfortable in my new home. But one night I was woken up at about three in the morning by strange noises. My bedroom is right next to the bathroom, so I assumed it was just the pipes or one of my roommates using the bathroom, so I didn't think much of it.
A few days afterwards, I was in the shower with my eyes closed and I noticed the light flicker. I opened my eyes and right in front of me was a dark figure. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again it was gone. Incidents like this still happen, but they're not what scare me.
A couple of weeks ago I had a nightmare. I was lying in bed and a woman (who looked similar to the 'Woman in Black', for those who have seen the movie) pulled me off of my bed, under my desk, and came so close to me our eyes were about an inch apart, and then I woke up.
Since then I've been having more dreams. I'll be lying in bed, and everything will be exactly as it is in real life, except for things are happening. I never see a full figure, just a hand reaching up from under my bed. Sometimes it'll be harmless, like brushing my hair from my face. But other nights it'll be holding onto my leg very tightly, and when I wake up there's a bruise.
What I've noticed throughout all of this is that every time something happens, my closet door is pushed open slightly.
I guess I'm posting this because I'm wondering if maybe I'm just imagining all of this? Like, maybe it's all in my head and things only happen because I think they're going to, so they do... If that makes sense. What do you think?
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