posted on Aug, 18 2005 @ 11:05 AM
Okay. Anybody who knows me or cares to check my previous posts here on ATS knows that I am a rational, oft-times skeptical individual. I don't
believe in many "out there" theories or beliefs and when I consider an experience or an idea, I have tried to be as balanced as I can. I say this
because I want people to realise that the experience I am about to describe was something genuine and to allay fears that I have made it up. The
experience is a very personal thing and I haven't shared it with anyone in 12 years. But if I can't share it here on ATS, where can I? Here goes.
I grew up in a small town in the Australian bush. We weren't exactly a rundown, one-horse town, but it was fairly small compared to cities and such.
The population was about 6000 people.
We built our house on a non-descript piece of land that had no significant background or history. But it was creepy. I know that sounds ridiculous,
but take it from a self-professed skeptic - that house had a scary feel to it. The feeling was one of being watched, as cliched as that may sound. It
was limited to the back of our house. It was strongest in the hallway that connected all the other rooms of the house. At night, my two little
brothers and I, if we had to go to the bathroom or get up for any reason, would creep towards the door and literally run as fast as we could down the
hallway. We would ensure that doors were unlocked before we went to bed, so that you wouldn't have to stand in the hallway in the dark while you
unlocked them. We would argue over who got to have the dog sleep in their bedroom, since you always felt better with the dog there.
Summers in our town were extremely hot. If you know anything about summer in the bush, you know I'm not exaggerating. Yet instead of sleeping with
light sheets or without covering, we would sleep covered with as many blankets as we could. We would tuck them in tight so that none of our toes or
body other than our faces were showing. Even though we were sweating bullets, we would be too scared too move. My father used to yell at us because
the electricity bill was high, since we kept the lights on all night. It just felt like there was something there, something watching you all the
I used to have a recurring, terrifying nightmare: I would be walking down the hallway at night in the darkness, with no lights on. The only light
would be coming from the kitchen, the door to which would be slightly ajar. In the dream I could hear my parents and brothers talking about nothing
special. I would run down the hallway towards the light, but as I went to open the door, some dark, black thing would grab me and drag me back down
the hall, or would hoist me into the air. In the dream, my brothers and parents would scream and point with horror etched on their faces. I had that
dream almost every night.
When I was 13, I was lying on my bed, not tired in the least. I had the lights on and was lying on my side, facing the wall my bed was pushed up
against, staring up at the posters on my wall. Then, I felt an impulsive need to turn over. I have sincerely tried to explain this impulse better, but
that's exactly what it was: I just knew I had to turn over on my other side, as crazy as I know that sounds. When I did so, I saw an old man standing
over me. He had a long moustache and was wearing what I would describe as work clothes. He slowly reached out his left hand and touched me on the top
of my head. Then, he vanished.
I sat in my bed for about 5 minutes. I guess I was in shock, since I don't remember being scared. But after about 5 minutes, I became truly terrified
and ran as fast as I could to my parents room. They were still awake and could see that I was upset. I was crying and shaking and tried to tell them
what had happened. I remember when they asked what was wrong I said "There was a man in my room".
This was a long time ago and I never saw anything after that. But I was so scared that every Thursday night thereafter (which was the night it
happened), I would sit awake all night, terrified. Our house no longer feels creepy. Everybody in the family comments on how the feeling is gone. You
don't have to sprint down the hallway any more.
This was very hard for me to talk about, even indirectly through ATS. I just wanted to share this experience and let you know that this was something
that really happened. I'm not the kind of person to make stuff up. So, there's my personal experience. Perhaps somebody has had a similar
experience? If not, well, I hope you get something of value from it. Whatever else it was, I assure you it really happened. I still get chills
thinking about that night and that house.