A Night Visitor

For those who've read my stories concerning Anima, I'd like to say that I have decided not to continue with an update of the recent events simply because it involves people other than me and a long history that is best to be forgotten.

With that being said, I'd like to share two recent events that seem to have affected me considerably.

Sometime last week after midnight, I decided it was high time I went to bed so, following the usual routine, I took my three female dogs with me into the bedroom and closed the door behind me.

My husband was in the computer room next door in the company of our fourth male puppy.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep but at around 2.30am, I woke up feeling very hot as if the room was on fire. I still recall the discomfort I felt while I was trying the get the bed covers off of me when suddenly I felt some kind of resistance. It was as if somebody was pushing against the bed covers. It wasn't a violent resistance- it was more as if somebody was just physically standing between me and the covers and I caught them off guard.

I remember the feeling of overwhelming terror as I pushed back while trying to literally force myself to sit up in bed and then, I got the glimpse of what looked like a misty outline of a person, possibly female bending over me. Its head was an inch away from my face but I could see no features other than a "delicate" outline of a body which was what led me to believe it was possibly a woman. She seemed to be observing me and as I poked my head forward to see more clearly, she moved backwards and then vanished into thin air.

I screamed as loud as I could and my terrified husband came rushing into the room.

I recall the dogs running around the room, my one female scratching the closet on my left, my husband mattering phrases.

"What, what...?"

I was in complete terror but tried to regain control of myself while observing my one dog who continued to scratch the closet.

After an hour or so, a couple of litters of water and a few smokes, I decided that it was just a very vivid nightmare-nothing to worry about and made it back to bed, reluctantly.

Later that day, my level-headed, never-believing-in-anything-that-science-cannot-explain husband brought it up again and, to my surprise, I found myself being the center of his thorough investigation about last night's events.

I found it extraordinarily strange that he would persist on such a simple case of a bad dream but when I told him exactly what I thought I saw, pointing out that it must have been the product of a sleepy mind, I was shocked to hear "...I think I saw something bending over you but... I don't know what I was seeing..."

He later concluded that it must have been the shadow of an object in the room that was somehow reflected on the wall above me and that the night-light in the room distorted its image.

I let it go not wishing to elaborate on it any further but one thing was really off regarding my husband's explanation of the event and that is, that shadows are dark not whitish. Moreover, never did he mention the dog's strange reaction and pretended to ignore her scratches on the closet. But then again, so did I.

Last night, while we were watching TV, the dogs (all 4 of them) began barking out of nowhere and running around the house.

Again the logical assumption was "they must have smelled a cat or someone passing from our alley".

We tried to get them to stop by attempting to draw their attention, ordering them to sit and stay but to no avail. Finally, after a few rounds around the houses, sniffing, growling, and barking to invisible intruders, they settled down. Fatima, my most protective female, was agitated jumping to every sound coming from outside or from the TV.

Around 3am, I went off to bed taking her with me while my husband decided to stay up a little longer. He kept all the other dogs with him.

I was now literally forcing myself to sleep but, finally giving up the effort I sat up in bed, lit a cigarette and stood there silent. I could hear the other dogs sniffing the lower part of my door and for a moment I thought of letting them in but soon discarded the idea since I needed my privacy.

Then, there was a slight sound from behind me as if something was moving against the wall, almost like the sound of something solid rolling downwards. What followed was complete chaos! I remember turning my head behind, Fatima jumping on the bed attacking the wall, the dogs barking and scratching my door, the sound of my husband running to my rescue!

I saw nothing. I heard something! Fatima and the other dogs did too and I say this because they weren't alarmed because of her reaction. They had been outside my door sniffing something before I heard any sound and before Fatima charged against the wall.

I don't know what this is but I know there is something in my house-something curious enough to stand an inch from my face and observe me while sleeping. Was it sliding down the wall behind me last night? I don't know. What I know is that I wasn't sleeping- I wasn't dreaming, either.