This is the only unexplainable experience to ever happen to me, and I assure you, I haven't written a creative writing story since high school. I've tried to tell it exactly how it happened.
(Some background info for context)
I've always had trouble sleeping, once I'm asleep, I'm asleep and I don't wake up, in fact I usually sleep in and miss half the day, but I have never gotten to sleep easily, a true night owl.
It's not a fear thing or an anxiety thing, I just never get into the mindset to doze off, even in bed I can just spend all night watching videos on my phone, or reading, before that it was playing on my Gameboy as a kid. As far back as I can remember, I would even just lie there looking at the ceiling, thinking about things. wide awake as usual, checking the clock every now and then, getting more annoyed as more time passed.
This is still very much the case. I'm a terrible sleeper with no reason to be, no fear of the dark, usually no anxieties keeping me up, I'm just a person who can never seem to get to sleep.
So, this story takes place when I was 17.
I was a student in high school doing only science as my elected subjects and didn't grow up religious, just for some added background about the type of guy I was, a logical guy who valued facts, evidence and shit. You know what I mean.
The incidents
I was lying in bed, with my head propped up on 2 pillows, watching YouTube videos on my phone. It was around 2:30 am, and it was completely normal for me to be awake watching YouTube videos at the time. I was usually falling asleep at 4 or 5 am and waking up past midday, or even later. It was school holidays when the first incident happened, which is why I could get away with waking up so late, and staying up all night.
Anyway, I'm trying to say that despite the very late time of night I was certainly wide awake, not even tired. And this was normal for me. My bed was just as much a place to chill and watch stuff for me than it was a place to sleep.
So there I was watching YouTube videos on my phone, at 2:30 in the morning, when suddenly, I heard someone or something take a very deep breath in.
The sound of it alone was so loud and sounded so close to me that I was startled immediately and clutched my phone to my chest so it stopped producing light and fumbled for the volume button to turn the video down, before just hitting the power button on my phone. The video played for a second more and then finally fell silent, during this time I was still hearing the deep breath in.
Then there was a slight pause, and then, again, as loud as can be, a deep breath out.
It was slightly raspy, almost like Darth Vader, but less robotic, not machine like at all, and even slower breaths too, but similar in the way that you could hear the wind of every breath.
The deep breaths continued, and I looked at my bedroom windows, and to the foot of my bed, my phone still clutched to my chest as I'm pretty much frozen in fear, simply due to how loud, slow, and deep these breaths were.
each breath in and out lasted 2-3 full seconds each, and were as loud as a breath could be without actually being vocalized. It was as if whatever was making the breathing sounds was going "ahhhhhh" with every breath out before making a small "o" with their mouth with every suck in.
But not gasps, or vocalized noises, just breaths.
My mind was racing as to what sort of animal could make these sounds. But where I live, there are no big animals at all anyway, so I reasoned maybe the vents of the air conditioner or heaters or whatever were making some weird sound? but no. There's no small animal, or really any wild animal in the country (Australia), with the lung capacity to take breaths this deep, certainly not in suburbia where I live, definitely not inside my bedroom. The heating/cooling still works fine and silently to this day, over 6 years later, and besides, there's no vents even close to my bed.
all the while i was having these thoughts trying to justify the noise, I was still listening to the breaths.
So I kept staring at the foot of my bed, where I thought the sound was coming from, but really, the only reason I thought the sound was coming from the foot of my bed was due to the fact that behind it was the only spot in the bedroom I couldn't see, so my brain just immediately imagined someone crouching there.
This was Just because the breathing was SO loud and sounded SO close that it was, still is, impossible to me that it wasn't coming from inside my room, from right next to me. I honestly think it sounded even closer to me than the foot of my bed.
When trying to re-enact it to tell my friends, and when I recount this story to people, I couldn't and still can not make breaths as loud and as deep, and I’m an adult male.
Only something with a huge lung capacity could possibly, maybe a huge man, I imagine maybe a giant football player, but that's it. When you try to draw out a breath for a long time, they get quieter, if you try to breathe loud, your breaths get shorter, these breaths were both loud and long.
So I stayed there frozen, phone still clutched to my chest, staring towards the foot of my bed, then to the closed curtains, then back to the foot of my bed.
For a few moments I thought, maybe, someone might be pressing their face against my bedroom window, behind the curtains, and breathing loudly to scare me, but I ruled it out, because it was simply too loud. The windows were shut and locked with curtains in front of them that would have muffled the sound far far too much. This was like breathing in my ear.
with each possibility I ruled out while trying to justify what was going on, I just got more fearful of the noise.
So I just lay there in my "empty" bedroom, listening to these deep, ominous breaths, my eyes fixated on the foot of my bed, for realistically probably about 3 or 4 minutes, but it felt like 15, before it just... Stopped.
The breathing didn't really fade away, it just kind of stopped as quickly as it came, maybe got a tiny bit quieter for a brief moment before the sound went away entirely, vanished with one last breath out. and I was alone again.
I lay there for probably another 10 minutes without exaggeration, with my heart pounding in my ears before I calmed down enough to have the nerve to turn my phone screen back on, even then I just put it on my bedside table quietly and slowly, and then lay there all night.
I know I sound like a pussy right now, because it's just breathing, but it was honestly just that much of a whack experience.
And then it happened again.
About 4 months later, at a similar time of night, maybe 3am, again, it went on for about 4 minutes, slightly longer than the first time I believe, and I reacted in the exact same way.
The deepest, loudest, “breathiest” breaths I've ever heard, sounding like it's coming from within my bedroom, Like a huge man was standing right over me, right at the foot of my bed, or even closer right next to it, but of course there was nothing and no one around.
I've never been able to justify what happened at all, I know it seems like nothing because it's just breathing but all these years later I got goosebumps typing this out.
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I also want to note that at the time I wasn't doing any drugs, and I've never been on any sort of medication.
Since then, I've even had sleep paralysis, and done psychedelics and recreational drugs a fair amount. I've done high doses of acid, and smoked a lot of weed, and I've never had any sort of delusions or psychosis, at all, ever.
This certainly was not sleep paralysis either, I wasn't asleep, and there was no "paralysis", sure, I was frozen in fear as I felt vulnerable lying in bed in my underwear, but, both times I fumbled shutting my phone off clutching it to my chest, both times I was looking around my room turning my head back and forth frantically, people who have experience sleep paralysis know that you are truly paralyzed and can't move at all during the experience, and you wake up from it.
I can remember everything before the events, during, and after crystal clear.
It never happened again after those two times, and it is the only thing in my entire life that I truly cannot justify or explain, and I feel like I've thought of everything.
Some animal in the vents having it's breathing echoed and amplified? some weird problem with the vent itself? someone outside my window trying to scare me? someone outside my door? in my closet? all of these I've ruled out as impossible.
I know I've said this a lot, but the breaths were just too loud and organic, despite them being uniformly slow deep breaths, there was definitely a slight, human sounding, irregularity to them, in volume and in rhythm which was just terrifying. The fraction of a second pause in between the breath in and out was the scariest part for some reason, lying there, anticipating the next breath.
None of it makes sense, the only way I can describe it is it sounded like a giant man with an insane lung capacity, standing right over me looking down at me, taking the deepest, slowest, loudest breaths that he could muster for 4 minutes before suddenly disappearing into nothing, and then I was alone in bed again, scared shitless.
This may seem like not much since it's just noise, compared to other people's stories but I assure you this story is true, and not exaggerated. I tried to describe it as accurately as possible. I've told this story a million times to people whenever paranormal stuff comes up in conversation.
and it only makes it scarier to me that I've experienced sleep paralysis and drugs because, it just makes me more certain that this was real life, I know it was and it happened twice.
Experienced as sober as a Judge, wide awake, and calm at the time, of course, before the breathing scared the shit out of me.
This will sound trite and corny but yes, I am still afraid to hear it again.
And this will also sound corny but, I've been in real dangerous situations before and never even been half as scared as the pure dread and vulnerability I felt those two nights for those few minutes, and for the rest of the night lying there after it ended. It was truly fucked up.
I did not exaggerate or embellish any part of this story, sorry if I repeat myself too much, but I felt like I needed to hammer home how visceral and intense this experience was. So if anyone has any similar experiences I'd love to hear them.
As I said, I'm non religious, non superstitious, and at the time it happened I was even less so but, I kind of believe this shit was a fuckin ghoul.
Tldr: loud as fuck deep breaths sounding like someone standing over me or coming from the foot of my bed, when no one was there in the middle of the night. Lasting for a few minutes. Happened twice a few months apart.
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[link] [comments]This is the only unexplainable experience to ever happen to me, and I assure you, I haven't written a creative writing story since high school. I've tried to tell it exactly how it happened. (Some background info for context) I've always had trouble sleeping, once I'm asleep, I'm asleep and I don't wake up, in fact I usually sleep in and miss half the day, but I have never gotten to sleep easily, a true night owl. It's not a fear thing or an anxiety thing, I just never get into the mindset to doze off, even in bed I can just spend all night watching videos on my phone, or reading, before that it was playing on my Gameboy as a kid. As far back as I can remember, I would even just lie there looking at the ceiling, thinking about things. wide awake as usual, checking the clock every now and then, getting more annoyed as more time passed. This is still very much the case. I'm a terrible sleeper with no reason to be, no fear of the dark, usually no anxieties keeping me up, I'm just a person who can never seem to get to sleep. So, this story takes place when I was 17. I was a student in high school doing only science as my elected subjects and didn't grow up religious, just for some added background about the type of guy I was, a logical guy who valued facts, evidence and shit. You know what I mean. The incidents I was lying in bed, with my head propped up on 2 pillows, watching YouTube videos on my phone. It was around 2:30 am, and it was completely normal for me to be awake watching YouTube videos at the time. I was usually falling asleep at 4 or 5 am and waking up past midday, or even later. It was school holidays when the first incident happened, which is why I could get away with waking up so late, and staying up all night. Anyway, I'm trying to say that despite the very late time of night I was certainly wide awake, not even tired. And this was normal for me. My bed was just as much a place to chill and watch stuff for me than it was a place to sleep. So there I was watching YouTube videos on my phone, at 2:30 in the morning, when suddenly, I heard someone or something take a very deep breath in. The sound of it alone was so loud and sounded so close to me that I was startled immediately and clutched my phone to my chest so it stopped producing light and fumbled for the volume button to turn the video down, before just hitting the power button on my phone. The video played for a second more and then finally fell silent, during this time I was still hearing the deep breath in. Then there was a slight pause, and then, again, as loud as can be, a deep breath out. It was slightly raspy, almost like Darth Vader, but less robotic, not machine like at all, and even slower breaths too, but similar in the way that you could hear the wind of every breath. The deep breaths continued, and I looked at my bedroom windows, and to the foot of my bed, my phone still clutched to my chest as I'm pretty much frozen in fear, simply due to how loud, slow, and deep these breaths were. each breath in and out lasted 2-3 full seconds each, and were as loud as a breath could be without actually being vocalized. It was as if whatever was making the breathing sounds was going "ahhhhhh" with every breath out before making a small "o" with their mouth with every suck in. But not gasps, or vocalized noises, just breaths. My mind was racing as to what sort of animal could make these sounds. But where I live, there are no big animals at all anyway, so I reasoned maybe the vents of the air conditioner or heaters or whatever were making some weird sound? but no. There's no small animal, or really any wild animal in the country (Australia), with the lung capacity to take breaths this deep, certainly not in suburbia where I live, definitely not inside my bedroom. The heating/cooling still works fine and silently to this day, over 6 years later, and besides, there's no vents even close to my bed. all the while i was having these thoughts trying to justify the noise, I was still listening to the breaths. So I kept staring at the foot of my bed, where I thought the sound was coming from, but really, the only reason I thought the sound was coming from the foot of my bed was due to the fact that behind it was the only spot in the bedroom I couldn't see, so my brain just immediately imagined someone crouching there. This was Just because the breathing was SO loud and sounded SO close that it was, still is, impossible to me that it wasn't coming from inside my room, from right next to me. I honestly think it sounded even closer to me than the foot of my bed. When trying to re-enact it to tell my friends, and when I recount this story to people, I couldn't and still can not make breaths as loud and as deep, and I’m an adult male. Only something with a huge lung capacity could possibly, maybe a huge man, I imagine maybe a giant football player, but that's it. When you try to draw out a breath for a long time, they get quieter, if you try to breathe loud, your breaths get shorter, these breaths were both loud and long. So I stayed there frozen, phone still clutched to my chest, staring towards the foot of my bed, then to the closed curtains, then back to the foot of my bed. For a few moments I thought, maybe, someone might be pressing their face against my bedroom window, behind the curtains, and breathing loudly to scare me, but I ruled it out, because it was simply too loud. The windows were shut and locked with curtains in front of them that would have muffled the sound far far too much. This was like breathing in my ear. with each possibility I ruled out while trying to justify what was going on, I just got more fearful of the noise. So I just lay there in my "empty" bedroom, listening to these deep, ominous breaths, my eyes fixated on the foot of my bed, for realistically probably about 3 or 4 minutes, but it felt like 15, before it just... Stopped. The breathing didn't really fade away, it just kind of stopped as quickly as it came, maybe got a tiny bit quieter for a brief moment before the sound went away entirely, vanished with one last breath out. and I was alone again. I lay there for probably another 10 minutes without exaggeration, with my heart pounding in my ears before I calmed down enough to have the nerve to turn my phone screen back on, even then I just put it on my bedside table quietly and slowly, and then lay there all night. I know I sound like a pussy right now, because it's just breathing, but it was honestly just that much of a whack experience. And then it happened again. About 4 months later, at a similar time of night, maybe 3am, again, it went on for about 4 minutes, slightly longer than the first time I believe, and I reacted in the exact same way. The deepest, loudest, “breathiest” breaths I've ever heard, sounding like it's coming from within my bedroom, Like a huge man was standing right over me, right at the foot of my bed, or even closer right next to it, but of course there was nothing and no one around. I've never been able to justify what happened at all, I know it seems like nothing because it's just breathing but all these years later I got goosebumps typing this out. more info I also want to note that at the time I wasn't doing any drugs, and I've never been on any sort of medication. Since then, I've even had sleep paralysis, and done psychedelics and recreational drugs a fair amount. I've done high doses of acid, and smoked a lot of weed, and I've never had any sort of delusions or psychosis, at all, ever. This certainly was not sleep paralysis either, I wasn't asleep, and there was no "paralysis", sure, I was frozen in fear as I felt vulnerable lying in bed in my underwear, but, both times I fumbled shutting my phone off clutching it to my chest, both times I was looking around my room turning my head back and forth frantically, people who have experience sleep paralysis know that you are truly paralyzed and can't move at all during the experience, and you wake up from it. I can remember everything before the events, during, and after crystal clear. It never happened again after those two times, and it is the only thing in my entire life that I truly cannot justify or explain, and I feel like I've thought of everything. Some animal in the vents having it's breathing echoed and amplified? some weird problem with the vent itself? someone outside my window trying to scare me? someone outside my door? in my closet? all of these I've ruled out as impossible. I know I've said this a lot, but the breaths were just too loud and organic, despite them being uniformly slow deep breaths, there was definitely a slight, human sounding, irregularity to them, in volume and in rhythm which was just terrifying. The fraction of a second pause in between the breath in and out was the scariest part for some reason, lying there, anticipating the next breath. None of it makes sense, the only way I can describe it is it sounded like a giant man with an insane lung capacity, standing right over me looking down at me, taking the deepest, slowest, loudest breaths that he could muster for 4 minutes before suddenly disappearing into nothing, and then I was alone in bed again, scared shitless. This may seem like not much since it's just noise, compared to other people's stories but I assure you this story is true, and not exaggerated. I tried to describe it as accurately as possible. I've told this story a million times to people whenever paranormal stuff comes up in conversation. and it only makes it scarier to me that I've experienced sleep paralysis and drugs because, it just makes me more certain that this was real life, I know it was and it happened twice. Experienced as sober as a Judge, wide awake, and calm at the time, of course, before the breathing scared the shit out of me. This will sound trite and corny but yes, I am still afraid to hear it again. And this will also sound corny but, I've been in real dangerous situations before and never even been half as scared as the pure dread and vulnerability I felt those two nights for those few minutes, and for the rest of the night lying there after it ended. It was truly fucked up. I did not exaggerate or embellish any part of this story, sorry if I repeat myself too much, but I felt like I needed to hammer home how visceral and intense this experience was. So if anyone has any similar experiences I'd love to hear them. As I said, I'm non religious, non superstitious, and at the time it happened I was even less so but, I kind of believe this shit was a fuckin ghoul. Tldr: loud as fuck deep breaths sounding like someone standing over me or coming from the foot of my bed, when no one was there in the middle of the night. Lasting for a few minutes. Happened twice a few months apart. submitted by /u/PINKFLUFFYETHAN [link] [comments]
