I was called paranoid until it was out of my control
I am (18F) and currently live with my mum, dad, and 2 brothers. 1 older and 1 younger.
However I am now looking to move out and making sure it is far away from “home”.
I have always been obsessed with horror movies, documentaries, crime, everything in those sort of categories. I am never scared to watch horror themed movies/shows and it genuinely does not affect me, it is drilled into me that it is all fake. And in my opinion it made me more aware of what the world is really like, making me more aware of my surroundings and whereabouts than normal people my age. I thought this was a positive habit I had gotten into as safety is key, however every one called me overly paranoid and scaring myself. I could see where they were coming from but I always felt more safe by being “paranoid”.
Now for the story, I was 17 and in college for bricklaying. As a woman, it is very tiring more than it would be a man. So I was always excited to get home and get to bed.
Normally I would have a great sleep and be ready for the next day at college, but during the night I had woken up, able to move but was to scared to, in the corner of my room was a very slim man, or creature. Reaching an estimated 10-11ft tall. No facial features, or any features at all. Just a figure that was uncanny. I do not remember much but I do remember seeing that figure then the next minute it was morning. I ruled out sleep paralysis because even though it ran in my family, I could move I just chose not to. It freaked me out but I figured it was all the horror movies I had been watching and scared myself. I got about my day and got home ready for bed, I was more hesitant this time, but still got to sleep like normal.
Only to wake up to the exact same figure, but with eyes wide as a bowl. But again I woke up in the morning only remembering that 10 seconds of seeing it. I stopped watching anything horror after that. I spoke to my mum about it that morning and she had said the same thing, I scared myself by all the horror. I continued on going to college but the whole day I was jumpy, overwhelmed by noise more than normal, and seeing it in the corner of my eye throughout the whole day.
That night I read the bible, wrote bible quotes in my diary, and kept it on my bedside table out of pure fear, along with a half full can of redbull as I was trying to keep myself awake. When I eventually got to sleep , I woke up that morning with no memory of the same thing happening, I was relieved but tired from the lack of sleep. I was getting ready for college when I realised my redbull can had 6 holes in it, above the juice but right through the can to see inside. I was very confused and I knew it definitely was not like that the night before. However I then realised my bible was on the floor, this freaked me out big time but I kept reminding myself there’s a chance I hit it in my sleep, but to my luck I noticed pen, all over my arms. The only pen that was in sight was my “bible pen” I use to right quotes in my diary with, and use it for nothing else rather than that.
I burst out in tears from fear and ran
to my mum, I explained everything and showed her it all. She was quiet for a good 15 minutes just soaking up everything I had said and showed her. I felt at first she wasn’t listening to me or didn’t believe me so I told my dad, a skeptic, always an excuse to every single uncomfortable thing.
He had nothing to say. Two seconds after I told my dad my mum came to me and told me she had a spooky experience years back while pregnant with me, she was cooking in the kitchen when all of a sudden she felt someone standing behind her. She knew no one was, but she felt it, felt a man. It freaked her out so much she made my dad and brother pack up and then moved into the house we currently live in. My dad called it nonsense and paranoia and had obviously passed her paranoia onto me.
For 3 days after that incident I did not sleep a wink. It was affecting my mental health badly, but did not feel tired or sleepy one bit, just shaky and jumpy.
My dad came to me and had told me him and my mum are going to a hotel for a night away, I was to look after my little brother. No matter how many times I said I didn’t want to be home alone without them they were stubborn and set on the choice.
They left that at 8pm as the hotel wasn’t far, and they were only going for some time to their self. I got my brother to sleep and sat in my room wide awake. I must’ve fell asleep without realising because I woke up to my mum and dad in my room, at 3:40 am. Coincidence?, I asked why they were home , my mums voice was shaky and she was struggling to get a sentence out. She was going to tell me why but then only said “I am sorry for calling you paranoid”. My dad butted in and said “have you been downstairs” I said I had been in my room all night too scared to leave, he told me to follow him downstairs. All the furniture had been pulled forward, not by a lot but enough to see a difference, the light on the ceiling was banged off keeping in mind my ceilings are 16ft high. I couldn’t do that if I wanted to. I am terrified but also a little relieved that I am not crazy, I said “what made you two come home at this time though, I’m confused”. My mum seen the exact figure I described to her in the corner of the hotel room and made my dad come home.
So after those hard weeks of nightmares, weird experiences, and being sleep deprived while being called paranoid and crazy. They finally understood. It is a year later, and nothing happened after that. Until last night where I seen that man again, but no longer in the corner of the room but right at the side of my bed. I am leaving.