It was about 10 years ago that I experienced something that changed my life forever. I was somewhere down at rock bottom, my girlfriend had just left
me, I had no family, no friends, I was dead broke, I didn't have a job, I was about to be evicted, I started drinking heavily and I was abusing drugs.
I was just about ready to give up on life.
One night while I was laying in bed, a dirty queen mattress on the floor, I was heavily intoxicated, everything was a blur and I remember fading in
and out of consciousness. I don't remember much but I vaguely remember waking up in the middle of the night, I think I was awake, but I remember
seeing someone standing at my doorway, a silhouette of what seemed like a human in heavy clothing. I remember just staring at it, I wasn't too scared,
I was confused, I've never experienced anything like this before. That's all I could remember until I woke up the next morning, I still don't know if
I was actually awake or if that was just a dream. It must have been from all the # I was doing the night before, on top of all the stress I was
That same night, I was back on my dirty mattress doing the same thing I was doing the night before, fading in and out of consciousness until it
happened again. I woke up in the middle of the night and I see the same person standing in my doorway, but this time I think I was suffering from an
episode of sleep paralysis because I remember I couldn't move or say anything. This time I remember feeling terrified as I was just laying there,
immobilized, just staring at this thing
, then it started to walk slowly towards me, I was shaking at this point, trying to scream and move my
body, but of course to no avail.. then it got close enough that it was no longer a silhouette and I could see his face, it was an old man, very old
and scruffy, he had a lot of clothing on, it looked like he was homeless and his face was completely covered in blood. What I felt next is something I
can only describe as the most intense fear imaginable. I only remember waking up the next morning, still reeling from the experience, still feeling
uneasy and confused as to what just happened to me. Could I just be having a bad nightmare due to all the stress?
So the following night, as night time was approaching, still thinking about the nights before, I was beginning to get scared and I didn't want to go
to sleep. I decided to stay sober that night because I wanted to make sure my mind was clear and I wasn't hallucinating or anything. I remember laying
there on my dirty mattress, thinking of the inevitable, I didn't want to do it, I was too terrified of seeing him again, I couldn't stop thinking
about the him, I remember laying there for what seemed like hours, fighting with every fiber in my body to stay awake, my eyelids were getting really
heavy and I felt like my body was about to give in.. I'm not even sure if I fell asleep or if I went into some weird state of consciousness, but I
remember the moment when I finally had some type of awareness, I looked at my doorway and there he was again. Trembling inside, I tried to stay as
calm as possible and not panic, it must have been another sleep paralysis episode because I was having a hard time breathing and i couldn't move
anything but my eyes. I was just laying there with my eyes glued to this thing, it started to move towards me again, i saw his face again, beaten and
bloody, it looked like his throat had been slit, I didn't know what to do, it was literally right beside me, close enough to touch me, I was frozen, I
was staring right at his eyes, he looked frightened, i was frightened.. what happened next I will never forget, he grabbed my leg and literally
dragged me right off the bed. I don't know if I was having a nightmare, or if what i experienced was actually real, but I remember waking up ON THE
FLOOR beside my mattress shaking and sweating profusely. I got right up, turned on the lights and didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
Luckily for me that was the last time I would have to experience this. I think about a week went by, things started to get back to normal, I was
finally sleeping again, I had stopped drinking and using drugs completely, I was just happy I didn't have to experience that ordeal again.
Want to know the strangest part to this story? I was watching the local news, not thinking anything of it and then all of a sudden they begin to
report on a body they had recently discovered. A body of a 70 year old homeless man, just 100 yards from my house, he was estimated to have been dead
for a few week's, he was beaten to death and had his throat slit.. and just as they were about to show his picture, I quickly grabbed my remote and
changed the channel.
the above is FICTION and loosely inspired by real events
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edit on 29-5-2017 by knowledgehunter0986 because: edit x10