posted on Mar, 14 2012 @ 11:05 PM
I am relatively new here, and try to keep an open-mind so I would appreciate if you all would do the same for me.
This has been going on for some time now, to the point where I can't just ignore it anymore. On December 5th one of my friends tragically committed
suicide, and it was a shocking and devastating period for our community. Our school had those wristbands made in honor of him, and I wear mine
everyday. Keep this in mind, it's important. This was a wake up call to me to grow up and get my head straight, and that's what I did.
This was when I first started noticing strange things happening to me at night, at first I dismissed it as my over-active imagination, but now I am
just flat-out scared (and believe me, I don't want to come out and say I'm scared to sleep in my own room - but I am). My room is in the basement by
the way, I don't know if that's significant but yeah. Also, my house is pretty old and supposedly Argon gas has been seeping through the basement
floors for the past few years. Would this explain any of this?
This was my first experience: My brother and his fiancee had to move back home due to financial issues, and they and their six month old sleep in the
family room downstairs. I had just gotten home from work and it was a little after midnight. I immediately went to bed (I slept on my couch this
night), and while sleeping I was woken up, wide awake for no reason. I laid there for a moment, and began to get very paranoid and short of breath.
The air in my room became very stagnant and it was actually hard for me to breathe. Keep in mind that the door to my room opens inward and not
outward. I had an overwhelming feeling of fear, and at that time I didn't know if I was sleeping or awake. All I know, is that I didn't feel in my
natural surrounding and I wanted to get it over with/get out of there. What happened next: I will never forget. My door slowly opened, and then
slammed shut. And opened, and slammed shut. It continued to this maybe ten or so times. I tried to yell for my brother, but I couldn't talk. I tried
to get up, but I couldn't move. I shut my eyes, and buried my face in my pillow until it stopped. It didn't last long, next thing I knew was that my
brother was standing over me. Apparently, I had been thrashing and yelling in my sleep and he couldn't wake me up. I had a feeling overwhelm my body,
and I felt like I was going to throw up so I prepared myself for it, but what I saw on the ground right next to me shocked me - the wristband
dedicated to my friend. I put that thing in the same exact spot on my dresser when I'm not wearing it, and it's either there or I'm wearing it. I
saw it, and I'll be honest I started to cry. My room didn't feel "stagnant" anymore, and I began to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. The
rest of the night was normal.
After this happened, I didn't think much of it. Although it was scary, I didn't both telling anyone because it just seemed so ridiculous I figured
no one would believe me. But, these things have not stopped.
My second experience: I had just gotten home from work again, again it was just after midnight. My brother was awake, and I talked to him upstairs for
a little awhile and he brought up what had happened the other weekend. I didn't want to talk about it, because every time I even thought of it I
would get that overwhelming sense of fear (I still get the chills when typing or talking about it). I went downstairs into my room, and walked in to
what I can only explain as thick air. I walked out of my room, and instantly noticed how much "lighter" the air felt. It was refreshing, and this is
what scared me. I asked my brother to go into my room, right away he asked me why it was so hot and "still" in there. I told him that this was how I
felt, how my room felt that night when everything happened. He started upstairs and I was walking into my room when I thought my brother said
something, so I said "What?" He also said "What?" at the same time, he thought I said something, I thought he said something. I was in bed, just
laying there. I was so uncomfortable, it was so stagnant in my room, and my mind would no go to ease allowing me to fall asleep. I felt like I needed
to move, like my skin was crawling, and was tossing and turning pretty bad. I turned over, and saw a pair of eyes literally right in front of face
staring at me. I screamed, I jumped, and next thing I new was that a brilliant flashing of lights (almost like a strobe) lit my entire room up. My
brother caught instances of these flashing lights, and walked in to find me sitting straight up in my bed sweating and white as a piece of paper.
After talking to him, I found the wristband for my friend laying in the same spot by my couch. I saw it, and I felt my stomach drop. The stagnant air
in my room suddenly was gone, and everything felt "normal." I fell asleep very shortly after that. My mother has also described this happening to
her for years, being awoken to a pair of eyes staring intensely at her that are right in her face.
Keep in mind, I have just begun to experience these things. Why now?
My third experience: I do not want to use my cat as an eyewitness, for obvious reasons, but he acted in a way that I have never before seen in all
thirteen years of having him. This was just last week on Friday, I had gotten off of at work at 10 and got home and was ready to eat. I walked into my
room and that same stagnant air feeling was there, and honestly I knew that something was going to happen; I had a very bad vibe that day, the whole
"if it rains it pours" feeling. I was already pretty upset so I literally said out loud, "Do whatever you want, I don't even care anymore," and
sat there just thinking about what had happened that day. My cat came into my room, acting strange. Like really strange, he laid down in the middle of
my floor and stared at my door, then would look around my room and then at me. Then back to the door. He started meowing pretty loud, and I did not
want to deal with it so I picked him up to take him out of my room. He absolutely refused to be put down outside of my room, scratching/biting/clawing
me if I tried - he has only bitten me a few times, and rightfully so. I gave up on this and sat him on my couch, his eyes were fixated on my door
right away. He jumped down to the floor and gave this whining sound that I have never heard a cat make, and he started scratching at my door. I opened
it up and he bolted upstairs, turned around at the top of the stairs, looked down at me and gave another whining sound. I closed my door and sat down.
I ended up vomiting shortly thereafter, followed by body aches and fatigue. That night I didn't get very much sleep at all, and because of it spent
the majority of my day Saturday sleeping.
I still feel exhausted because of this. I have gotten roughly two to three hours of sleep on an average night, and it's greatly affecting my
schoolwork and performance at work. Both of my parents are close-minded Christians, and I don't want to bring this up because they well tell me to
ask God to make it go away and leave it at that. I have no idea what's going on, but I've not only seen things I cannot explain but also felt
I have a lot of friends in real life, but they are not the people I want to talk to about this topic. I feel as if you guys on here are have a grasp
on reality and are more grown-up, and will look at this with an open-mind to try and help me out.