MYour story begins a few years ago. I had just moved into a fresh apartment and was starting a fresh life as a returning college student working part-time as a bookkeeper at a grocery store. Two months have passed and my life has basically settled into a fresh routine. One day, after another all-night exam, I jump into bed shortly before sunrise, eager to catch up before my first class starts (which on this particular day didn't start until 1 p.m.).
It wasn't long before I felt myself drifting off when, out of nowhere, I spotted an orange and ginger cat lurking around my legs at the foot of the bed. But when I tried to move to get a better look at him, I felt paralyzed. So much so that I was lying on my side, facing the room opposite the wardrobe, with my right hand tucked under the pillow. I could still see the cat out of the corner of my eyes. He was tiny, about the size of a six-month-old kitten, but I had never seen his face. He always moved out of my line of sight or turned his head enough that I never got a good look at him.
For some reason he was trying to get under my covers, but there was something about this cat that didn't feel right. I didn't think she wanted to hurt me, but I felt like she was somehow malicious and hazardous, so I didn't want anything to do with it, so I fought against it. I fought challenging, but it was tough because I felt like something was holding me down from the inside. The best I could do was move in low, jerky movements. I tried to scream too, but it was no employ – nothing better than delicate moans.
Despite this, however, I managed to keep the cat outside for a low time until it finally managed to find an opening that I couldn't move speedy enough to block it. Watching him slide under my covers caused me to panic, giving me enough strength to free my arm from under the pillow – but as I did so, I felt something grab my wrist and push my arm back down to just above my head.
As the cat disappeared under my blanket, I felt the need to look towards my closet and there I saw pitch-black smoke coming from the cracks. I panicked again, only this time I also became very livid and pressed against whatever was holding me down. I don't know if it was my own power or if the thing simply gave in, but I was released and the first thing I did was throw myself towards the closet door because – in the heat of the moment – I wanted to face whatever was there. Even though I was very scared, I was just furious.
But when I got to my closet and tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge, and then this horrible, mocking laugh filled my head. It was enough to make me feel dizzy and I had to take a few steps back until I reached the bed again. I sat up to regain my balance, but when I looked up to reassess my situation, I noticed a gloomy stain forming in the upper right corner of my room. It spread like ink in water, and before I could do anything about it, I passed out.
When I came to again, I was back in bed. The first thing I did was look for the damn cat, but it wasn't there, nor could I find any evidence that it had ever been there, and when I looked through the closet, everything seemed normal. It was already a little after eight in the morning and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I went back to bed and sat there for a long time, trying to determine if what had just happened wasn't just a very lucid nightmare. It was strange because I had never experienced anything like this before and I had never had such a real dream before.
After a while, with nothing else to do, I tried to dismiss the experience as a dream, but I was still shaken and had a challenging time relaxing. I tried to force myself to go back to sleep since I had a long day planned later, but I just lay there and stared at the ceiling for a while, simply afraid to close my eyes.
About five minutes pass.
I'm finally starting to really tranquil down.
And then, out of the corner of my right eye, I see an orange and ginger cat walking next to my head. Before I can react, I feel his tail hit me just below my chin. I jumped up from the bed to a standing position, but the cat was nowhere to be found.
To this day, I still doubt whether my experience was real or just a very clear hallucination, but the feel of the cat's tail on my skin remains a constant reminder of that moment in my life. Since then, I have never experienced anything like it.
NOTE: (I don't do drugs, not now or ever. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't meditate and I wasn't diseased that morning)
