I read the answers/comments to a question about a woman's husband who seemed to have a paranormal experience during the night. His experience was easily explained by sleep paralysis, a term that is new to me. I experienced a similar paranormal activity, only with minor differences that lead me to the conclusion that sleep paralysis was not the case for me, as I was hoping it was. During sleep paralysis, I have learned that the symptoms occur while the person is sleeping somehow or is close to sleep, in a sense. The person can imagine figures and noises that can terrify them, while also being unable to move. What happened to me, however, was a little different. I was not asleep, I have had insomnia problems all my life, and I am completely used to falling asleep at unusual hours. I was in bed, I had just finished watching a film on my mini DVD player right next to my pillow. I then pulled my headphones out of the DVD player and turned them toward my iPod, also fixing my bedspread perfectly, and lying perfectly direct in my bed (an odd thing I do sometimes, but am in no way obsessed with and I do it rarely). Under my blanket, over my stomach, I held my iPod and headphones in each hand, about to plug them in, with the headphones already in each ear, but unplugged. It was 2:23 am and I was completely awake, so I was considering watching another movie on my iPod. I am 100% sure this was not a dream, I was wide awake. Then, the corner of the blanket across my left shoulder started slowly being pulled outward. The right side of my bed is the side that is pushed up against the wall. I do have a cat, but I sleep with the door closed and no animals were in my room, my cat was outside that night. I then felt an even pressure over my torso and I was paralyzed. I tried calling for my mother, but it came out weakly; I couldn't speak. I then heard my brother's voice, sounding distant, yet inside my bedroom, simultaneously. His voice cried "mom!" three times, in an absolutely mocking tone, because I couldn't call her. My 16 year old brother had gone to sleep at 9 o'clock that night, our house is way too loud for me to not hear him coming up (his room is in the basement, mine and my parents' are on the top floor, in our three-floor house), and this is simply completely unlike my brother. Basically, he sleeps like a rock and would in no way be causing the voice of his that was mocking me in my bedroom. After hearing the voice, I gave my call for help everything I had, and finally came out with a weak, but sufficient, "... Mom...!". My mother sleepily answered a lousy "Huh...?" and the second she said that, the blanket, the pressure... It all stopped. "... Never mind..." was my reply. After that night, throughout the next few months, I felt, simply, inexplicably emotionless. I had to fake my attitude... It was so strange, I felt so abnormal, but I wouldn't tell anybody. I felt, during the experience, and after, that something had been taken from me unfairly.
I've come to understand that if I am to expect any helpful responses to my question, I'll have to be completely honest:
All my life, as far back as I can remember, I've been seeing "people", if you know what I mean. I've been touched and hit and poked, spoken to (rarely), and literally everyday, I have seen them. You obviously think I'm crazy right? Ha, well so did I. I was constantly seeking scientific explanations for my visions and experiences, but after so many times of failing to find an accurate explanation for each experience, I blamed it on the assumption that I was somehow crazy, and that was when I decided I'd keep my mouth shut about it forever. It was when certain things began happening that convinced me that it wasn't just me. And so then I actually began sharing my experiences with a few close people. I would explain who I saw in a certain house, and it'd turn out others had seen the same figures and people, turned out they died there, used to live there, etc... My teacher actually saw two of my experiences through my eyes in a dream of hers, and she described my surroundings, temperature, what I was doing and how I felt when all I had told her was what I saw, I hadn't told her any of those details at all. The same happened to me, but it was an experience of someone else's, not her's, and it wasn't a paranormal experience, it was her first kiss with a certain boyfriend (I know, it's strange). After sharing my visions with other's, I discovered plenty of evidence that it wasn't all in my head.
My point is, I have had plenty of experiences and I know that it's not the physical description of these figures that defines whether they are positive or negative, "evil" or good, it's the sense of energy that they come with. The experience in my bedroom was something that could I could easily withstand fearlessly, but the dark feelings that came with the presence I felt in my room was unbearable and undoubtedly negative. I am unafraid of the things I see because I am accustomed to knowing what they are doing here, how they feel, etc... the same thing could have happened to me with a more positive sense of emotion, and I'd be fine. This, however, was terrible.
