I need help with my experiences. I'm 14 and I'm nervous that if I tell anyone, I'll be called a liar. I've experienced strange things all my life, but it was only two and a half years ago, when I was 11, that things turned up a notch. My mum's a really religious person, she believes in God and the Devil, but not necessarily ghosts. She says it's something I shouldn't mess with.
I believe what started it was when I started getting nightmares. My mum was really curious about these night terrors, more so then I believe is normal of a parent. When I asked her why she wanted to know, she explained that when she was my age, she'd deal with strange phenomenons. She'd have a nightmare and wake up with two dark figures watching over her. She said they were demons. She wouldn't tell me anything further.
The nightmares got worse after that. When I turned twelve, I woke up after a particularly bad nightmare in which an angel hugged me and turned to a demon in my arms. There was a small figure hunched against my door, almost guarding it, knowing I wanted to run to my mother. I couldn't see it well. It was a dark figure, not that big, but the fear was all the same. It was the 'demon' in my nightmare, just glaring at me. I finally made a run for the door. When I was opening the door, I felt a burning on my foot. I ran to my mother's room and got into bed with her. But I still wasn't safe. There was a figure, large and stocky, hunched over the end of the bed, just staring at me.
I didn't wake my mother up and tell her this. Mental illness runs in my family (including my father who's Schizophrenic) and I was worried she might assume I'm Schizophrenic too. But the next morning, there were three obvious scratch marks on my foot, the one that had burned when I was opening the door. My mother saw them too.
Things calmed down for a while. There were things banging around in the kitchen at night, when nobody was in there, and my brother's door (his room's next to mine) would open and close at night when he was away at my cousins' house. There was a faint outline of a human body in the corner of my room that stood there every night, but I could live with that. Just blamed it on my imagination.
Then it got worse. I had another of my nightmares, but when I woke up, I didn't wake with a jolt, I didn't wake up with a scream being ripped from my throat, I woke as if I was still asleep. I couldn't move. I felt like something was laying over me, holding me down. I couldn't breathe, or move. Once again, I turned to mental disorders, wanting to believe more that I was out of my mind then that this was actually happening. Figured it was a unique form of Sleep Paralysis. So I laid there.
And laid there.
But it got harder to breathe. A myth that my brother told me the day before came to my head: When you wake in the middle of the night, it's because someone's watching you. And I felt like someone was watching me, so I asked "Who's there?" But I couldn't talk, so it ended up just echoing in my head. But there was an answer. A deep, kind of gravelly, sandpaper voice, like it belonged to someone who smoked a lot, said "Child abuser." And then I started getting hit. Hard punches to my entire body. I couldn't move, and I was freaking out. I didn't really feel pain, I just felt the strange sensations and reactions. It's difficult to describe. I focused on trying to move my hand, and managed to move my index finger. Just the tip. As soon as I did, everything stopped. I jolted upright and the room was eerily silent. I'd turned the TV in my room on the night before because I didn't like sleeping in the dark, and the talking from Disney Channel characters drowned out the noises in the kitchen, but now, the TV was off.
I didn't tell anyone, saying to myself it was just a dream, even though I knew I was fully awake when it happened. The next morning, my mother commented on some bruises forming around my arms and legs. There was no way I could've gotten those bruises. I don't bruise easy at all, and I'm not an active person.
This next experience happened only a month or so ago. It started when I woke up at 5 AM. My bed was shaking, weirdly, as if something was underneath it, holding the sides of it and shaking it with a violent force. I was scared, but heard my mother watching TV in her room, and my brother playing drums, and felt somewhat empowered knowing I wasn't alone. I banged on the mattress and the shaking stopped.
I got up and noticed scratches on my cheek. There were three. They weren't that bad, but they were swelling and it was kind of like a cat scratch across my cheek. I found it odd, but figured I might've scratched my cheek too hard in my sleep. When I went out to the kitchen, though, my mother was applying a cream to my disabled sister's back. Her back was scratched up violently. Three long, deep scratches from her left shoulder down to her right hip that had bled through her shirt, and three shallower, but still deep scratches from her right shoulder down to her ribcage where they met the other scratches. It was like she was attacked by an animal.
I asked what had happened, and my mother, who was ghost white, could only shrug. She didn't know. None of us knew, so we just didn't talk about it. My sister's profoundly deaf and has verbal dysprexia, so she couldn't communicate with us what had happened. All she could sign to us was that she'd had a nightmare and woke up with those scratches, and, from what she was able to tell me, her nightmare was eerily similar to the one I'd had.
There's so many more stories, too many to share just in this one story. So I figure I'll post more. I've now accepted this isn't from a mental illness, or from a dream, or made up in my head somehow. It can only be paranormal and I really want to know if anyone else has experienced this kind of activity too?
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