(HELP) Was it Me or Something Else All Along ? (you guys decide)/u/kanji_ken

The Paranormal | March 1, 2023

(HELP) Was it Me or Something Else All Along ? (you guys decide)/u/kanji_ken

I come from a long line of santeras, all being the women from my mother's side. It's a belief that is very engraved into my childhood despite my beliefs being more ambiguous now. I never considered anything i saw or experienced to be abnormal because, i believed that everything they did was to keep us safe until, i got old enough to understand maybe not alot of it worked 100% of the time. . .

Ever since I was born, I would hear stories from my mom, aunt and older brother about, an elderly woman they knew who died across the street and how a month later she reappeared and tried to get my brother, 5 y/o at the time, to come outside and then tried to strangle my aunt moments later in the yard while I screamed my baby cries in the background. Around 5th grade, or so, I had a childhood friend sleeping over for a few nights and she'd complain about someone being in the room with us. I'd stand on the bed, reassuring her every night that if someone was there then, they'd push me down but, she never believed me. My mom would often cleanse the house after soirees she'd have for friends and family and on one particular night, a fight broke out and i remember crying holding my mom back from whopping some dude upside the head with a broom and he cursed at her in a way that was really nerving. Next morning, feeling good that i didn't smell no incense smoke or smudging, outside my room, I spotted a weird looking line trailing from the hallway to the dining room, a bit taller than me, and that's when my mom stopped me and said my pet turtle was found exploded from the inside out at the entrance, underneath a doll she kept propped up on a throne.

Thought i kept hearing my name around bedtime or noticing bruises around my ankles and scratches on my chest. Tbh, i thought i was a sleep fighter instead of a sleep walker lol. Then, out of no where the most frightening experience of my life happened:

One night, I fell asleep a bit late and in a very weird position lol (head facing the foot of the bed, no pillow, hugging an empty bowl of popcorn and my flip phone, feet spread eagle lol) I remember, i dozed off facing my window because the moonlight was pretty with my blue sparkle curtains. While i dreamt, I saw an image of a sturdy, heavy grumpy looking man, turning on my desk lamp and rummaging around my stuff. Making a complete mess of MY mess lol. His shoes were dirty and the dirt crunch as he side stepped and leaned against things was loud and i was a light sleeper so, it bothered me alot until, i realized. . . . . . . . .It really does sound like it's right here, huh ? suddenly as i was waking up i heard a click and noticed, through my eyelids, the room got darker than what I was waking up to. I had a childish habit of being nosy and playing ded to listen in on adults but, WHO TF WAS IN MY ROOM THIS LATE AT NIGHT RUMMAGING THROUGH MY THINGS ???? Well, before i got play it off as a trick of the mind. . . .the crunch began. A step, s heavy step, one slower and coming closer to the bed. It was so clear and mind-blowing. It began from behind me and around my head and right when it blocked the window because now everything was truly darker behind my eyelids. The rustle of stiff clothing, like a trench coat and old clothes, it was a crouching sort of sound and i felt the weight my old friend always talked about. . . . .the presence, the unknown, the weight of a glare you know you don't have to look to know it's there. I started squeezing my eyes closed as i started to silently cry because, there is an older man in my room, that i didn't know and not having the courage to scream for my mom. Well, after a minute of sobbing in that pin drop silence, i did eventually open my eyes and what met mines was an older, slightly wrinkled, pale, hispanic, lanky, stubble shave, had half of his hair that was now grey and severely damaged, hollowed eyes that his thick eyebrows couldn't out feature and his thin lip frown gapping open wider and wider, letting out at bloody unintelligible scream. His breath smelled like a rotting frozen meal. The ringing in my ears and the hair strands on my face blown back solidified the realness and out of panic i closed my eyes and it stopped. When i opened them again, he was gone. I pissed the bed and trembled. I sobbed all night whispering "help" in vain. Never spoke of it afterwards.

After several incidents of my aunt spotting dark figures of a man coming into my bedroom and dreams of an older man promising to take me away before i got Baker Act'd and seeing the same figure outside my hospital window.-------we moved. I still saw shadows and my things would go missing. My best friend would often ask who "Kevin" was, referring to the same man I'd talk to in my dreams and somehow talked to her too in hers despite never speaking about these things to a living soul.

It all became too much so, I ran away from home after highschool to live with an ex. Everything suddenly stopped. The voices, the bruises, the dreams. Everything. And then one night, long story short, I saw that same bulky of man behind the bedroom door. This time i just went straight to bed and kept telling myself, "he's not real", "he's not real" "he's not real". . . .yet there he was in my dreams and so was the bruise on my ankles the next morning too.

The day, we broke up, as i drove to my new home with my new partner, while stopped at a light, i saw a few figures standing under this metrorail bikeway. No features or faces. But, i knew they were staring at me and i stared right back.

That was a year and a half ago. Never had another dream or felt or seen anything since. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, PTSD and Depression so, i never talked about it thinking i was just born crazy but, lately, now that I am building up into my spirituality and finding peace, I wonder what or why or who plagued me for so long. I'll never forget that face, or my dead turtle or those shadows or my friend.

(sorry i was a bit cut dry and sloppy nearing the end. I get migraines trying to tell this memory)

Thank you for listening ????

submitted by /u/kanji_ken
[link] [comments]I come from a long line of santeras, all being the women from my mother's side. It's a belief that is very engraved into my childhood despite my beliefs being more ambiguous now. I never considered anything i saw or experienced to be abnormal because, i believed that everything they did was to keep us safe until, i got old enough to understand maybe not alot of it worked 100% of the time. . . Ever since I was born, I would hear stories from my mom, aunt and older brother about, an elderly woman they knew who died across the street and how a month later she reappeared and tried to get my brother, 5 y/o at the time, to come outside and then tried to strangle my aunt moments later in the yard while I screamed my baby cries in the background. Around 5th grade, or so, I had a childhood friend sleeping over for a few nights and she'd complain about someone being in the room with us. I'd stand on the bed, reassuring her every night that if someone was there then, they'd push me down but, she never believed me. My mom would often cleanse the house after soirees she'd have for friends and family and on one particular night, a fight broke out and i remember crying holding my mom back from whopping some dude upside the head with a broom and he cursed at her in a way that was really nerving. Next morning, feeling good that i didn't smell no incense smoke or smudging, outside my room, I spotted a weird looking line trailing from the hallway to the dining room, a bit taller than me, and that's when my mom stopped me and said my pet turtle was found exploded from the inside out at the entrance, underneath a doll she kept propped up on a throne. Thought i kept hearing my name around bedtime or noticing bruises around my ankles and scratches on my chest. Tbh, i thought i was a sleep fighter instead of a sleep walker lol. Then, out of no where the most frightening experience of my life happened: One night, I fell asleep a bit late and in a very weird position lol (head facing the foot of the bed, no pillow, hugging an empty bowl of popcorn and my flip phone, feet spread eagle lol) I remember, i dozed off facing my window because the moonlight was pretty with my blue sparkle curtains. While i dreamt, I saw an image of a sturdy, heavy grumpy looking man, turning on my desk lamp and rummaging around my stuff. Making a complete mess of MY mess lol. His shoes were dirty and the dirt crunch as he side stepped and leaned against things was loud and i was a light sleeper so, it bothered me alot until, i realized. . . . . . . . .It really does sound like it's right here, huh ? suddenly as i was waking up i heard a click and noticed, through my eyelids, the room got darker than what I was waking up to. I had a childish habit of being nosy and playing ded to listen in on adults but, WHO TF WAS IN MY ROOM THIS LATE AT NIGHT RUMMAGING THROUGH MY THINGS ???? Well, before i got play it off as a trick of the mind. . . .the crunch began. A step, s heavy step, one slower and coming closer to the bed. It was so clear and mind-blowing. It began from behind me and around my head and right when it blocked the window because now everything was truly darker behind my eyelids. The rustle of stiff clothing, like a trench coat and old clothes, it was a crouching sort of sound and i felt the weight my old friend always talked about. . . . .the presence, the unknown, the weight of a glare you know you don't have to look to know it's there. I started squeezing my eyes closed as i started to silently cry because, there is an older man in my room, that i didn't know and not having the courage to scream for my mom. Well, after a minute of sobbing in that pin drop silence, i did eventually open my eyes and what met mines was an older, slightly wrinkled, pale, hispanic, lanky, stubble shave, had half of his hair that was now grey and severely damaged, hollowed eyes that his thick eyebrows couldn't out feature and his thin lip frown gapping open wider and wider, letting out at bloody unintelligible scream. His breath smelled like a rotting frozen meal. The ringing in my ears and the hair strands on my face blown back solidified the realness and out of panic i closed my eyes and it stopped. When i opened them again, he was gone. I pissed the bed and trembled. I sobbed all night whispering "help" in vain. Never spoke of it afterwards. After several incidents of my aunt spotting dark figures of a man coming into my bedroom and dreams of an older man promising to take me away before i got Baker Act'd and seeing the same figure outside my hospital window.-------we moved. I still saw shadows and my things would go missing. My best friend would often ask who "Kevin" was, referring to the same man I'd talk to in my dreams and somehow talked to her too in hers despite never speaking about these things to a living soul. It all became too much so, I ran away from home after highschool to live with an ex. Everything suddenly stopped. The voices, the bruises, the dreams. Everything. And then one night, long story short, I saw that same bulky of man behind the bedroom door. This time i just went straight to bed and kept telling myself, "he's not real", "he's not real" "he's not real". . . .yet there he was in my dreams and so was the bruise on my ankles the next morning too. The day, we broke up, as i drove to my new home with my new partner, while stopped at a light, i saw a few figures standing under this metrorail bikeway. No features or faces. But, i knew they were staring at me and i stared right back. That was a year and a half ago. Never had another dream or felt or seen anything since. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, PTSD and Depression so, i never talked about it thinking i was just born crazy but, lately, now that I am building up into my spirituality and finding peace, I wonder what or why or who plagued me for so long. I'll never forget that face, or my dead turtle or those shadows or my friend. (sorry i was a bit cut dry and sloppy nearing the end. I get migraines trying to tell this memory) Thank you for listening ???? submitted by /u/kanji_ken [link] [comments]

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