Visitors In My Bedroom

So I don't know if this is paranormal but it definitely wasn't normal, that's for sure.

I have been sleeptalking practically since birth. My mother says I even used to giggle and babble when I was a baby before I could speak. I have also been caught on several occasions sitting up in bed talking, talking to the wall as if I am in a discussion with someone and I've also jumped out of bed, on all fours, like a cat once. Yep being my boyfriend must be fun lol.

These are common except for these 2 experiences I had a couple of years ago that I am not even sure what to call. It happened twice, where I would wake and sit up in bed and talk to something in my room. The difference is, I remember all of it and I remember what/who I was talking to.

The first time it happened I woke with an annoyed, agitated feeling, knowing someone was in my room and it was annoying me because I was trying to sleep. So I sat up, kind of strangely. I would rise like a vampire. I then scanned the room feeling a bit cranky. In the opposite corner of the room I either saw or felt (can't quite remember) that there was a dark shadow there. The room was dark and I remember squinting a lot trying to see it clearly. I was a little scared but honestly way more annoyed. I just wanted to sleep. So I started yelling at it.

"What are you doing?!"

"GO AWAY!"

"Leave me alone I'm trying to sleep!"

I then scoffed angrily and grabbed a pillow and threw it at it and then went back to sleep.

The next day my boyfriend asked me why I snatched the pillow he was sleeping on and threw it across the room in the middle of the night. I was surprised about the whole thing as I could remember it all. It was like I woke up in a half awake, half asleep state and hallucinated?

Then maybe 2 weeks later it happened again, only this time it reacted to me. I woke again in very much the same way. Rose like a vampire and felt really annoyed this time. I could sense someone jumping around my room. Imagine a younger sibling sneaking into your room and playing with your things while you sleep. Like that.

To my left laid my boyfriend and on the wall next to him is a window. The room is completely dark except for some light coming from the streetlight outside. The light silhouetted our curtains, and all its folds. In front of the curtains was the silhouette of a young boy, between 7-10 years old, I guess. He was jumping around, waving his arms about. It reminded me of Peter Pan's shadow. I yelled at it.

"What are you doing?!"

"Stop it?!"

It then stopped what it was doing, like I scared it. It then raised its hands to its face and shook them. A bit like a cartoon character would do when scared. I continued to yell.

"What are you doing? Stop. Go away!"

It then STEPPED BACKWARDS, against the wall and slid to its right, towards the curtains, with its back against the wall, arms flat on the wall. It tried hiding itself in the folds of the curtain, making its body as straight as possible, arms down its sides to make itself as small and slim as possible to fit in the shadow of the fold of the curtain.

I watched it shuffle in place. I felt like I couldn't see clearly. My eyes were the same as when you just wake up so I was squinting a lot but I could still get a sense of its outline. So I said sternly, "I can still see you!"

I sat there for a moment watching. After a moment, I couldn't see it anymore, but I still felt like it was there. Feeling too tired and annoyed, I just sighed and rolled over, and fell right back to sleep. I know this was just like last time when I actually woke up and spoke. I didn't dream it.

I will add that I was under A LOT of stress at the time and my living environment wasn't great. Not long after this, I woke in the night to see my doona raised up, like someone was standing at the end of my bed, holding it above their face and I knew it was going to come down and strangle me. I woke up screaming and this was the first of many night terrors.

I have heard of someone who regularly wakes to see things in their room and they say it's a disorder. I haven't had an experience like this since, except for my night terrors.