When I was five years old, I had a very disturbing experience that I’m not able to explain or find any information on and it stays with me.� My fear still somewhat survives, but my curiosity has mostly taken over. This experience has been a catalyst in my life, drawing me towards paranormal/ physic phenomena, ghost stories, movies, causing me to question spirituality from a very young age and in turn, my own personal belief system.� Over the last few years with the internet, I’ve done some searches using keywords that would bring up stories/ encounters similar to what I experienced, but I’ve not come across anything even relative/ similar to my story.� I’d like to find some information or thoughts on it because it may help me figure a few things out and answer these questions I have that tug at me.� Before I go in to it, the question that really eats at me is why this being that seemed to be so evil and not of this world would seek out and intentionally frighten an innocent child of 5.
As I was saying, I was five yrs old and asleep in my room.� The layout of my room is significant to this story, so bear with me.
Layout: 4 walls… One wall had door at far left corner, dresser in middle, dollhouse in far right corner. Adjacent wall to wall with dollhouse had two single beds with a dresser in the corner. Wall connecting these two walls had a large window in the middle. Other wall connected to door in far left corner – had closet (this wall is not important).
I was asleep in the twin bed farthest from the window, closet to the door. I saved the other bed for my kindergarten friends / sleepovers… I awoke to a pitch black room (not sure what time of night) and my immediate thought was how dark it was and then I noticed the door was shut – this bothered me because my parents never shut my door for safety reasons (fires, emergencies, etc).
As my eyes scanned the room, they fell in to a stare with another set of eyes – coming from where my dollhouse was situated. These eyes were large (about 12X larger than that of a cat, but set the same way as in width) They were also much, much more slanted than that of a cat and not fluorescent, but a glowing, solid, bright yellow. It did not blink and it made no noise, but it was intentionally staring at me. Our eyes met for about 9-10 seconds because I saw it, took a deep breath, and just stared at it trying to rationalize what it was. Then I pulled my covers up over my head and laid paralyzed with fear, eyes wide open and breathing very fast but trying to not be noisy about it. I remember how terribly hot I was under the covers as I laid there; too terrified to scream for my parents, sweating from the blankets (this took place in Florida).
Next thing I knew, I woke up again in pitch blackness – not sure how I fell asleep so extremely terrified – black out possibly? The second time I woke up it was pitch black and I couldn’t move my hands, legs, because there was something on either side of me making it so I couldn’t roll over – I was still under the covers but being held in place. I tried to scream and I couldn’t – like I was silenced – nothing would come out. I must have maybe blacked out again because the next time I woke up, my room was filled with sunlight but the door was still shut.
I opened the door and ran out to our kitchen, where my family was getting ready for breakfast and immediately started questioning my parents in a very demanding way why they shut my door. We had rules about shutting doors in case of emergencies and they shut me in anyway and I emphasized not to ever do it again. No one had closed my door, my other siblings were asleep when I was tucked in and my parents left the door open. I told them my story and they suggested it was our family cat. I argued with them that this thing was not a cat – much much bigger eyes and sitting where my dollhouse was – they said that was impossible, not to worry – it was a bad dream. Then how come I remember seeing this thing, and pulling the covers over my head and being so extremely hot!� And also, noticing the door being closed.
This was no dream. I don’t know what it was, but I know it wasn’t a dream – even the scariest of dreams don’t stay with you like this for 23 years.
Sent in by Elke, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com