October 31, 2011

on my ghost story...

I was seventeen when it happened. It was late, and I was the only one sleeping in the basement that night, as my sister's room was empty while she was out of town. I never slept with my bedroom door closed, but for some reason I had shut it that night. Of course.


It was around 11:00PM and I had just turned off the lights and rolled over to go to sleep. My bed was set up against the wall, with my feet facing my bedroom door and my head below a window. I was on my side, curled up in a ball and facing the wall. I've never been someone who can calm her mind quick enough to fall asleep immediately, so I know for sure that I wasn't sleeping when I first felt the presence—after all, it had been only minutes since I'd turned off the lights.

My eyes whipped open when I felt it. My heart started beating so fast that it was almost painful. As I lay there, I could feel someone standing in my room a few feet away.

I'm not sure if everyone else is like this, but I can sense when someone is in a room with me without seeing them. It's like the energy changes, especially when you're laying there in a quiet room with your eyes closed. I guess it's a "sixth sense" sort of deal. (Not the kind that means you see dead people. Were that the case I would be seeking INTENSE THERAPY.) Basically, if someone is in the room, they don't necessarily have to make a sound or be breathing loudly for you to be aware of their presence. And, of course, it's even more terrifying when you don't hear any sounds at all and simply feel someone there.

Especially when your room had been empty only seconds before, and your door is closed, and there is no way someone could get into your room unless they climbed into the tiny space behind your closet that held the hot-water heater, then managed to climb into your actual closet, then silently opened the closet door and made their way into your room—all without a sound, mind you.

I stayed absolutely still, staring at the wall. I can't tell you why, but all of a sudden I was certain I was about to die. It wasn't just fear, it was was the understanding that the person there was going to hurt me. I could feel them watching me as I lay there. I couldn't move, I could hardly breathe, I refused to turn around because I'd never been so terrified.

Then, I felt them move closer. Just a few steps, then another.

Before you think I'm crazy, try laying in a room with your eyes closed and have someone walk towards you. I swear, even if they're trying their best to be absolutely silent, you can feel them moving towards you. It sounds ridiculous, but it's not. I promise. Try feeling that when nobody is supposed to be there and you're all alone. And your door is closed. And there's nobody to witness the entire incident.

My entire body was rigid and my eyes were wide open, staring at the wall. I kept thinking, Okay, how am I going to get out of my room? They're close enough to grab me. I need to act like I'm sleeping. No, I need to act like I'm waking up. Like I know they're there. Like I have no idea they're there. LIKE I HAVE A GUN.

At this point, I wasn't thinking ghost. Even though it didn't seem possible for someone to show up without a sound, I was still thinking actual person. I didn't necessarily believe in ghosts at that time in my life, and the presence behind me truly felt like a real, solid human being. It was an actual body in my room, standing there, moving closer. And I could hardly breathe.

After a couple minutes had gone by, I made the decision to leap out of bed, bolt up the stairs and run to my parents room. I'm pretty sure I made it across the basement, up the stairs, through the kitchen, down the hall, and to my parents bedroom in one breath.

I actually went into my parents' room (at seventeen, mind you), woke them up and told them there was someone in my room. Although, by nature, I'm a little paranoid and scared of silly things, there's no way I would bust into their room at that age and wake them up like that without being completely confident of what had just happened. I wasn't someone that had grown up having nightmares or night terrors—I don't even think I was really scared of the dark as a child, so this was completely out of left field.

I hurredly told my mom that there was someone in my bedroom and I don't know how they got in there. My mom was all like, "WHAT." My dad was all like, "Mmphhhhblrrgghh." (He was apparently pretty asleep when I ran in to wake them.) My mom told me it was just a bad dream and that it was just my imagination, but I finally convinced them that I most certainly hadn't been asleep, and that there was someone in there.

After a moment they must have noticed I was trembling a bit, and that my fear was genuine.

My dad finally got out of bed, put on his robe and casually made his way through the house, down the stairs and to my room. I remember thinking, "WHY IS HE NOT TAKING A GUN, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY."

My mom did her best to calm me, and when my dad returned from inspecting my room, he assured me there was nobody there. It's crazy, though, what fear like that does to your mind. I kept wondering how the person had time to rush up the stairs and get out before my dad had gone to check my room. I kept thinking that surely they were still there. I mean, where would they go? How could they get away that fast? What? Why? How? HOLD ME.

Needless to say, I slept at the foot of my parents' bed that night. And I'm sure my parents contemplated whether or not their second-born child had lost her ever-loving mind.

I don't remember how long it took for me to be able to sleep alone, in the dark, in my bedroom again after that. I never felt the presence again, but for a long time I found it really difficult to fall asleep. I'd lay there, convinced they would return. Convinced I'd feel that same feeling again, of someone walking closer and closer—not having any idea who they were or where they had came from.

When it comes to ghosts in general, I'm still not sure what I believe. It's been ten years since that night and I still wonder what it was that visited me that night, and why they were there. Because there is no doubt in my mind that it was something. And I also wonder, had I not reacted with such fear, if I would have found something not so scary after all...something that wasn't out to chop me to bits.

I guess I'll never know. And, quite frankly, I'm not in any hurry to find out.

21 comments :

  1. Great story! I understand that feeling of knowing when someone is there without looking. I always know when someone is looking at me. I can feel their eyes on me and sure enough when I look up there is someone looking at me. I hope the presence you felt never returns but at least your husband will be near if it does!

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  2. Oo, spooky story! I know the someone-in-the-room feeling as well.. totally know what you mean!

    I had a similar experience when I was younger, except I saw the figure of the presence standing by my bed. You were much braver than me.. I laid there for what seems like half an hour (althought I'm sure it really wasn't) pretending to be asleep until I bolted out of the room! I still wonder about it.. but I don't really want to figure it out :) Happy halloween!

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  3. Woah! Cool story. I wonder who it was?

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  4. I've been there....it's a creepy feeling. My husband doesn't believe me but they're REAL!!!

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  5. I totally understand the feeling you are talking about! It happened to me once too, except it was a friendly ghost. The night my grandmother died, I felt her come up behind me and touch my shoulder as I was falling asleep.

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  6. Please tell me I'm not the only one who laughed at "INSENSE THERAPY." :P

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  7. I KNOW THIS FEELING. And it's TERRIFYING.

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  8. You are so not crazy. Honestly this happens to me more than I should probably admit here. A few months ago it happened and I was in a dead sleep, rolled on my side in the middle of the night when I wakened by that same feeling. It was the intense strength, almost magnetic feeling of a presence that was stronger than anything I'd ever felt before. I just laid there and it eventually went away, but it was scary. And whenever it does happen, I try not to freak out. I just stay calm, lay there, and wait for them to leave.

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    1. I have seen a ghost and I waited for them to leave. I am glad that feeling is only telling you something is there.

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  9. Ok, please tell me you made this all up for Halloween to scare me. Because I hope that, dear God, I will never experience something like that.
    I am so easily scared.
    I swear, for the longest time I was scared to even go into the basement of my parents' house and whenever someone sent me down their to get something from the pantry, I would bolt up the stairs again panting afterwards, because I was sure somebody was down there... but it was more of an irrational fear, I never really felt a presence or anything like that.

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  10. This is why I wish I were allowed to have a dog where I live! Call me crazy, but I'm actually more afraid of an experience like the one you described than I am of burglars. Thanks for posting this!

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  11. My dad & sister have ghost stories. I, however, do not. And you, my dear, are an excellent story teller. I want you to write a novel & I will buy out the store and make it everyone's gift for Christmas.

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  12. Whoa, that's creepy! I have never seen or felt a ghost, but I grew up in a really old house and I used to make up stories about ghosts who lived there. I kind of wanted to see a ghost someday, but your story sounds terrifying.

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  13. This story totally gave me the chills! So scary!

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  14. that literally gave me the chills. Is it contradictory to fully believe that happened to you yet, not really believe in ghosts? I dunno. Maybe I'm like you and not really sure what I believe about ghosts or any of the sort. I do know that it creeps me the heck out.
    However, when I was a kid my friends and I would have sleep overs and we were obsessed with having "seances". Once when we had put this girl "under" (BTW, when it was my turn I totally faked it) she started acting so weird and came too with a few fresh scratches that no one in the room did to her and there were not there before. CREEPY!!! After that I vowed never to mess with that stuff again.

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  15. I am TERRIFIED of ghosts, and I'm not 100% sure I believe in them, but at the same time I hear stories like this, and then I FREAK OUT and I live alone for the next 8 months, so thanks.

    I pray I will never ever know for sure that ghosts exist.

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  16. I totally know that feeling. Not cool! ... And, at 26 years old, I would still run screaming to my mother! :)

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  17. Ahhhh, this was so creepy yet excellent. I fully believe in ghosts and spirits, because I HAVE had my own spooky incidences. I'm SO sorry you were so scared - I would have been as well!

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  18. oh my gosh Kerri, you are an AMAZING writer- for real. Reading this made me tremble because I TOTALLY know the feeling you're talking about...so scary. You are so much braver than I for getting up & running bc when I had an experience similar to this all I could do was lay there and pray and pray and squinch my eyes shut. I remember thinking that if I didn't die b/c this THING "got" me then I would for sure die from a heart attack b/c my heart felt as though it was going to beat out of my chest.
    Scary stuff for sure!!

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  19. Hello! You don't know me, but I'm friends with your brother-in-law, Mark.
    I can tell you straight-up that it wasn't a ghost. It was a demon. Demons can take many shapes and forms, whether they seem completely solid or not.

    One of my friends, the house she grew up in had demons that lurked in places in her house. As Christians, we would command them to leave in the name of Jesus Christ and they would leave immediately from that specific area (you couldn't just order them to leave the entire house, more like you had to order the different demons who lurked in different places separately).
    They never left permanently, but her family moved to a different house before we could know if there would ever come a day that they would be gone permanently.

    Might sound wacky, but I would chalk up your experience to a blatant, as opposed to subversive, spiritual attack.

    If you know Jesus and anything even remotely like this ever happens again, call upon your strength and resolve in the Lord and order the demon to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. Be brave. God is on your side. <3

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  20. Hello! You don't know me, but I'm friends with your brother-in-law, Mark.
    I can tell you straight-up that it wasn't a ghost. It was a demon. Demons can take many shapes and forms, whether they seem completely solid or not.

    One of my friends, the house she grew up in had demons that lurked in places in her house. As Christians, we would command them to leave in the name of Jesus Christ and they would leave immediately from that specific area (you couldn't just order them to leave the entire house, more like you had to order the different demons who lurked in different places separately).
    They never left permanently, but her family moved to a different house before we could know if there would ever come a day that they would be gone permanently.

    Might sound wacky, but I would chalk up your experience to a blatant, as opposed to subversive, spiritual attack.

    If you know Jesus and anything even remotely like this ever happens again, call upon your strength and resolve in the Lord and order the demon to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. Be brave. God is on your side. <3

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