As a child I hated the dark, it brought about scary shadows and monsters that were of course all in my head. I had to have a nightlight in my room or else I would not be able to go to bed. When I got older I slept under the covers so that no ghost or monster could see me. Getting older still--around the age of 13--I slept peacefully without the covers over my head and without a nightlight plugged in. I had convinced myself that no harm would come to me and that was how I fell asleep, telling myself that it would be alright.
I had gone to sleep this particular night right away. My head hit the pillow and I was immediately asleep. However, I woke up in the middle of the night, nothing seemed wrong to me yet. It was only when I looked at the clock and saw the numbers reading 2:59 did I realize what was wrong. Before I could turn the other way the clock changed. Click, it was now 3:00. I turned back around telling myself, 'it's just a coincidence, you'll be okay.' I shut my eyes and tried getting back to sleep.
Something seemed to stir in the room as I was trying to fall asleep once again. My room began to get hotter and hotter by the second and to me what was actually seconds felt like minutes. I threw the covers off to find that there was no change in heat, I felt my forehead and I was neither sweating nor coming down with a fever. It wasn't me, it was the room. Eventually I got to sleep that night.
The night after that was no different, throughout the whole week I continued to wake up exactly 5 seconds before my bedside clock changed to 3 am. One night I woke up, completely used to the routine of waking up at 3, feeling immense heat, and then going back to bed. The night's routine had been broken though, and when I watched the blue letters change to that dreaded hour I also watched my bedroom door open.
Sure I wasn't wearing my glasses or my contacts at the time, but I could still see the movement of the door opening. I also heard the familiar creak it makes when you open it. At first I thought it was my mom checking up on me like she does every day before she goes to work. I was tempted to ask her what she wanted but two things struck me. She wouldn't pop in at 3 am and I couldn't see anyone at the door, just the darkness of the hallway. The door then creaked and I watched as it closed.
I wasn't afraid since I knew it couldn't hurt me and fell back asleep quickly since that night the room did not get hot. My bedroom door never opened by itself again, at least while I was around. Another day went by and the routine was back on track. It scared me a little that night, due to the fact the room seemed hotter than before. It was so hot I slept without the covers and with my arms above my head. When I woke up the next morning it made me rethink what I told myself about the spirit not being able to harm me.
On my left wrist was an odd bruise. It appeared that the bruise was in the shape of a hand around my wrist. I tried to overlap my right hand with the bruise and found that I just couldn't make them line up. Making the bruise subconsciously by myself was out of the question. I didn't know what to make of it, but strangely after that I never woke up at 3 am.
Your thoughts?
I know this happened during the time me and Alissa had spent with Jeremy. Maybe it was Adam harming me this time instead of Alissa? I'm honestly stumped at what happened in this story and would love to hear what you have to say. Thanks for reading!
-Hope