reply to post by NephlimKilla
This is a topic I know only too well.
Since I can remember, I was having night terrors, and experienced all sorts of weird stuff that persisted for years and years....in fact my earliest
memory from around the age of three or four consisted of me laying in a crib sleeping and waking up seeing a "shadow person" leaning in over me. No
face, definitely not a person, pure dread.
This was not just "bad dreams," I would have bad dreams and wake up, and thats when I would see things. I could tell the difference. I would wake up
around 3am every night and see shadow people, "hat man" and things that I can only explain as the typical "death grim reaper" entity.
I would sit up in bed and scream. My parents would come running in, hearing the urgency of my voice, and always right before they would come in, the
entities would take a step back and blend in to the corner.
My parents would always tell me it was "just a dream" or just my imagination, but I knew better, Even as a child, you can feel in your gut when
something is not right, when someone is in your room, staring at you with ill intent.
On two occasions, my mother told me that she came in to my room in the middle of the night to see who I was talking to, apparently she heard two
voices. One mine, and one "something weird." When she came in, she said I was sitting up in bed, and looking at a corner where there was nothing.
When she got my attention she said I looked at her, and my face didnt look like my own, she said my eyes looked like they were old, and she didnt
recognize me. Supposedly, I started speaking in latin or some weird language which I had no knowledge of, yet somehow was able to suddenly speak
fluently. She was terrified. She said both times it happened to be on nights when my father was working late, and it was just me and her alone in the
She never told me any of this, until recently, about 23 years later, because she didnt want to freak me out. She now believes it was something else at
work. And she hates to admit it, but she believed me when I was a kid. But how can a parent not comfort a terrified child?