I joined ATS over a year ago to share the 3 paranormal experiences I have had in my life, but until now, haven’t had the stones to do it.
However, the OP’s experience is so similar to one I had when I was 10 years old, I feel compelled to now share that experience as I remember it for
the first time to anyone ever!
38 years ago…
I grew up in a resort town in the desert SW as an only child in what would probably be considered an upper middle class family. When I tell you my
childhood was idyllic, think Norman Rockwell with palm trees.
Our house was in the style of the desert “Alexander” which is so popular in that area. It was a single story sprawling house with vaulted open
beam ceilings and a long narrow hallway connecting the bedroom wing with the main part of the house.
My parent’s master bedroom was at the back corner of the house all the way at the end of the hallway. Directly across from that and toward the
front of the house was a large guest bedroom that rarely saw any use.
Back toward the center point of the hall was another smaller office-type room, and next to that – again, at the front of the house, was my room.
From my door looking back down the hall to the guest room door and my parent’s room was maybe 30’. About 10’ on the opposite side of the hall
from my door were two other doors side-by-side – one leading to my bathroom, and one to a laundry room.
One more related detail and I’ll get on with it…
The only people who stayed in the guest bedroom with any frequency were my uncle and aunt from Los Angeles 2 hours away. He was a tall man of
6’4”. It was not uncommon for my uncle and aunt to come to the house after we had all gone to bed. We would wake up in the morning and they’d
be there ready for a day of fun in the sun.
One night, about this time of the year (I remember the Christmas lights showing through the window of my bedroom), we came home from dinner. My
parents seemed uneasy about something as soon as we walked through the front door. I was alarmed at the way they were acting, but had no clue as to
what was going on. My dad “swept” the house, and while everything seemed to be in order, the sense of unease remained. I remember watching TV in
the little den that looked out onto our pool area on the opposite end of the house from the bedrooms. The moon and stars were bright that night.
At a certain point, I was told to go to bed, and as usual, went right to sleep with no problem.
In the middle of the night, I awakened abruptly almost as one would from a nightmare, but I had not been dreaming. Something did not feel right. As
I lay in bed I realized that I had to use the bathroom, but I felt a little scared. I waited for another minute or two before rising, put on my
slippers, and stepped out into the hall.
I was greeted with the soft muted glow of a couple of recessed wall lamps that my parents always left on at night. To my immediate left across the
hall was the door to the bathroom, ajar as it always was at night. As I turned to the left to take the five or six steps to the bathroom door, I saw
someone exit my parent’s bedroom door, step into the hall, pause, and then step into the guest bedroom. That being was almost EXACTLY as described
by the OP.
I do not remember any markings on its robe, and while I do remember that its eyes had a certain luminescence, I don’t recall that they were red.
More like amber or a very brownish yellow as I recall. But the surface of the skin indeed was a metallic gold/grey/brown. It was too dark to really
see the texture well, but there was a texture to it. It wore a hood or some kind of a head covering that concealed everything except its face. It
was very tall – as tall as the closet door at the end of the hall. As it vanished through the door into the guest room I remember a dull flicker of
light, almost like someone flicking a cigarette lighter. I felt like there were needles pricking me all over my body. I was truly terrified.
This last bit has bothered me for years…
I don’t remember what happened after that. I know it wasn’t a dream, I know I saw what I saw, but after the thing passed into the guest bedroom I
don’t know what happened to me the rest of that night.
I remember waking up in my bed to the sound of my dad loading his golf clubs out the front door and talking to someone – presumably my mom. When I
heard him leave a few minutes later I got out of bed.
I asked my mom if “Unk” (I called my uncle “Unk”) was here. She asked me why and I told her that I had seen him in the hallway wearing a
funny mask last night.
She turned white and didn’t say a word. She just shook her head “no”…
This was mid-December 1974…
In early January 1975, my mother was injured in a house fire that started in the kitchen from an undetermined source and she died from those injuries
a few weeks later.
I have often wondered what she knew about the creature in the hall and if the fire was somehow linked to it...
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