About 15 years ago I was in my bedroom dozing, waiting for my husband to come home from work. He worked a late shift and usually did not get home until around midnight. My bed at the time was parallel to the wall where the closet was. The closet door was close to the head of the bed and open. I was lying on my side facing the open closet door and saw a little girl with blond hair that was braided into pigtails that fell down the front of her dress. She was dressed in a blue dress with a tiny flower print. The dress had a V-Shaped yoke in the front and remimded me of the dresses you would see kids wearing on 'Little House on the Prarie'. She looked to be about five or six years old. She had something clutched to her chest with both hands. She came out of the closet and gently laid something on the bed. By this time I was screaming and had made my way to the other side of the king size bed, trying to decide if I was asleep or awake. She smiled at me and faded away! ! like an old photograph. I decided I was definitely dreaming, shook my head a few times and laid back down. There was a stuffed animal that belonged to my daughter lying on my side of the bed. My daughter was about eighteen months old and still in a baby bed. The stuffed animal was one my mother gave her for Christmas. She would not normally go to sleep without it. I can't tell you for sure if she did that night or not. This was the first of many experiences of this kind. Over the years I have seen dozens of people standing in my bedroom as I drifted off to sleep. A man in a felt hat, a hispanic male kneeling by my bed as if he were praying, children and young adults. For years I chalked this up to dreaming. The same thing would happen each time. I would be drifting off to sleep and I would open my eyes and there would be someone in the room with me. You have to understand that these images are so real that my initial thought is that someone has broken into the house and I'm being robbed. I scream my head off and the images slowly dissappear. For the last two years, these experiences have been gradually changing. The people I see no longer dissappear upon my screaming. For one thing they are staying longer. A young girl with dark hair wrote something on a legal pad and held it up in front of my face. I couldn't read it. I am living with my boyfriend at the moment. I have seen these images and been awake enough to ask him if he sees them. He does not. Futhermore, I remember what I am seeing and I remember asking him if he sees what I'm seeing. Now I have seen two images when I was wide awake. One was when I was walking down the hall into the kitchen. There was a woman with her hair in a bun and a scarf tied around the bun. She had on a white shirt and what my mother would call 'pedal pushers'. She walked out of my daughters bathroom and into the spare bedroom. I was awake! I had just come from by daughter's bedroom. I can describe these people down to the last detail though I recognize not of them. They are complete strangers. I don't understand what is happening to me. The last episode scared me shitless! (Pardon me for saying so) My boyfriend was out of town for the week. I was lying on my left side with my arm stretched out from my body. I had set the sleep timer on the television to go off in an hour. I opened my eyes and a hand appeared to reach out from the pillows and touch me on the back of the hand with it's forefinger. When it touched me a spark came from the touch like static electricity. The TV turned itself off at the exact same moment. The hand was white and it was a left hand. It withdrew back into the pillows. Two nights later, I woke up and the hands were around my neck. I was gasping for air. I could only see the arms attached to the hands that were around my throat, about half of the forearm. I am afraid there is something seriously wrong with me. I'm not a religious nut. I like to think I have an open mind. For years I chalked this up to dreaming but the feeling of the lack of oxygen was very real, as was the feel of hands around my neck. I am open to any suggestions. Physical, spritual, psychological. Please! Is there anyone out there that can help me figure out what I'm dealing with. I am almost afraid that there is something medically wrong with me. Maybe there isn't enough oxygen getting to my brain at night. I'll take a good sleep disorder! Anything to help me understand this thing. Please E-Mail me if you have any suggestions. I don't know what to do and I'm almost afraid to go to sleep at night anymore. How it changed my life:This thing is now causing me not to sleep soundly and I am doubting my sanity. I've told my friends about it over the years. They think it is neat and wish it was them. I guess someone will really break into my house one night and I'll try and have a conversation with them! I can hear it now. 'Why are you here, do you have messages from the dead?' Robber: 'No stupid, I want your money and car keys!!!'
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