My whole life I’ve had problems sleeping in the dark. Since I was little, I have felt a very dark and taunting presence in my dark bedroom that I could usually pinpoint to a certain corner of the room. I am a Christian, so praying out loud and telling it to leave in God’s name was the only way I could sleep.
Well, about 3 years ago I was about to move out of my parent’s house, and it was bedtime. I was the last person to go to sleep. Through my bedroom wall I could here a radio that my stepfather always left on in the garage. I went out to turn it off, but nothing was on. When I came back inside I thought I heard the music coming from the back porch, so I checked it out, but nothing was on. I walked back to my bedroom, but then I heard it coming from my sister’s bedroom, but she was asleep and nothing was on. I gave up and went back to my room and changed, getting naked, into my pajamas. I turned off the light and got into bed.
As soon as I started falling asleep, my bed started vibrating and woke me up. I sat up and thought it was my imagination. When I laid back down it happened again. I did the same thing, but it happened again, so I sat up and said something like, “You can stop now. This is pathetic.” Then I laid back down and I suddenly could hear a violent storm right outside my window At the head of my bed. I could even hear trees scraping and slapping against he glass and a howling wind. There is absolutely nothing outside my window and I looked out and it was still a clear night. I tried to ignore it and laid back down closing my eyes tight, but then it whispered in my ear in a scruffy and taunting voice,”I could see your tits,” I guess from when I had changed clothes. I could feel it’s breath. Then I called it out to leave in Gods name and immediately I felt better and was able to sleep.
About a week later I randomly fell asleep on the couch and had one or those dreams where you can’t really wake up. I kept fake waking up on the couch only to be taunted and teased by the darkest presence I’ve ever felt, and it wouldn’t let me leave my house. The last fake wakeup there was a huge bull standing beside me and breathing on me just like the breath I’d felt that night. I finally woke up out of breath and it took me about an hour to be convinced I was awake. I had to get out of there. I called my mom and she said to pray, so I sat outside And prayed until my sister got home.
Since I moved out I haven’t experienced that feeling at night because I spend so much time at my fiancées house, but my old roommates who were Wiccan would tell me that was the best thing to do because my bedroom had a terrible vibe, something evil. Anytime I go back home, I mean home as in with my family because we moved a lot but the feeling moved with us, I feel the feeling again when going to sleep. I have no idea why. Can something be connected to me only when I’m with my family or alone? Any ideas? I’m not a liar, and most people I’ve told this to don’t believe me, but I know what’s happened to me; and I can’t deny it.
Sent in by Jessica, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com