I recently moved into a new house with my fiancé Beth. I have never had any problems like this before – I don’t think I’m going insane.
Our house has three stories however the third is more a hallway. One night me and my fiancé were walking upstairs – we had just watched a film and were ready for bed. We reached our bedroom on the third floor before undressing and climbing into bed. My girlfriend fell asleep quickly, however I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.
I remember feeling almost lightheaded and uneasy – like someone was staring me in the face. I sat up and wiped my eyes. Suddenly I realized that there was a strange looking figure at the foot of my bed. His face was warped and disfigured and parts of it stretched out – almost touching me. He shook slightly and I watched for a long time, trying not to focus on him too much.
I was terrified, my heart beating at 100 miles an hour. He walked up to me after about five minutes and stood behind me, where I couldn’t see him – I was bolted upright frozen looking forward. He then proceeded to jab and goose bite me. I cried with fear until he pushed me back down before looking right over me and spitting onto my face. He reached over and shut my eyelids, his skin felt like a prune.
The next day I woke up, the events still fresh in my mind. The spit had crusted over and was very sticky and unpleasant.
He really was a nasty character and thinking about him now still makes me feel sick. My girlfriend doesn’t want to talk to me whenever I try to tell her.
This really was a scary experience for me. Reading back on it my story seems hard to believe but you really must take my word for it.
Sent in by Jordan Mykka, Copyright 2010