Aeolus-14-Umbra
Paranormal Novice
Although I haven't had such intricate and numerous experiences as you, Posey, when I was about age five, I awoke one morning to the sight of a small humanoid that was crouching outside my bedroom window, peering in at me. It was atop the roof of an adjoining porch. I instantly became terrified by the being's face, screamed, and called out for my parents who came dashing from their bedroom. I blurted out that a "monster" was at the window. By then, the window was empty. "You must have seen a bird," my mother offered.
Seconds later, a bird briefly came into view and fluttered against the window, as though on cue. "You see," my mother assured, "it was a bird!" "No!" I insisted. "That is not what I saw." I lowered my head back upon the pillow, feeling betrayed, tricked, because I knew what I observed was a scary-looking little person and definitely not a bird.
Fast forward to my teen-age years. On a few occasions, I awoke paralyzed in bed, not able to speak or scream, only my eyes able to move. Alongside my bed stood a towering, shadowy figure. I strained to make out details of its appearance and struggled to regain use of my body. The orange neon light from an electric wall clock cast dimly upon the entity, providing a vague outline of its upper section. One time, the clock provided enough illumination to make out the texture of a tall forehead.
These experiences would conclude after I gathered enough willpower to break free of the paralysis. I would begin by trying to wiggle my toes. After they regained movement, I focussed on rotating my ankles. Eventually, the rest of my body returned to normal. The shadowy figure would be gone by this time.
Seconds later, a bird briefly came into view and fluttered against the window, as though on cue. "You see," my mother assured, "it was a bird!" "No!" I insisted. "That is not what I saw." I lowered my head back upon the pillow, feeling betrayed, tricked, because I knew what I observed was a scary-looking little person and definitely not a bird.
Fast forward to my teen-age years. On a few occasions, I awoke paralyzed in bed, not able to speak or scream, only my eyes able to move. Alongside my bed stood a towering, shadowy figure. I strained to make out details of its appearance and struggled to regain use of my body. The orange neon light from an electric wall clock cast dimly upon the entity, providing a vague outline of its upper section. One time, the clock provided enough illumination to make out the texture of a tall forehead.
These experiences would conclude after I gathered enough willpower to break free of the paralysis. I would begin by trying to wiggle my toes. After they regained movement, I focussed on rotating my ankles. Eventually, the rest of my body returned to normal. The shadowy figure would be gone by this time.