Too many events
Tthere was so much going on in this apartment. We've been living here for 5 years and there's been so much going on lately. There seem to be many more incidents and the situation has escalated. My daughter and I were sitting in my bed and watching TV. Several times we felt something hitting the bed as if it was under the bed. The cat was sleeping, so it wasn't a cat. I heard footsteps when no one was around, and they seemed to stop before I could see who it might be. About a year ago I felt something wrap around my waist while I was sleeping. I felt their warmth. It wasn't that scary, but it was strange and very disturbing.
Over the last year or two, sometimes the fan in my bedroom worked fine, and other times it made noises, puffed, and wouldn't speed up. Our furnace started ticking about 2 weeks ago, as if the timer might be stuck. Over the next few days it accelerated, became speedy and thunderous. No investigation revealed a cause. It has now stopped on its own and seems to be back to normal.
One night I was sleeping and felt someone grab my legs between my feet and knees and shake them as if to wake me up. I was terrified and I could hear myself crying, but I was moaning more and having the hardest time waking up. It was like I felt what was happening but couldn't wake up. But I did it and had no trouble moving around when I woke up.
Last night, while sitting at my computer around 2 a.m., I heard footsteps in the living room next to me. I seriously thought someone was coming around the corner and I got scared. I stood up and thought: “What the hell will I do to defend myself?” they stopped to avoid coming around the corner of the room where I could see them, so I stood up and, sure enough, there was nothing there.
So, last night, after going to bed… I must admit, I was quite nervous about what was happening… I went to sleep and felt someone pulling my hair… Grabbing different sections of my hair and pulling speedy and tough. I remember trying to grab my hair and screaming. My daughter was sleeping in my bed and I whispered her name – as if I was afraid to call out – I just moved closer to her and went to sleep – or maybe I just never woke up. I'm not sure. It was so real, but I don't remember if I woke up or never woke up.
What do you think about all this? I'm really scared and I feel like there's someone in this apartment… A man… And it's not really bad, but scary. Any comments will be welcome.
[update 07-03-29]
It happened again last night while I was sleeping. I felt it all over the bed, I screamed at him to leave me alone (in my sleep) and then I thought of telling him to go into the delicate. I woke up. Then I thought it might be someone I knew and told her not to be afraid and that I forgive him. I repeated to go to the delicate. I got a little scared, so I sat on the bed, turned on the delicate and turned up the TV. After a few minutes, I heard the trash can in my bathroom slide across the floor. I wanted to make sure, so I went and checked and it didn't come back positive, so I moved it back into place. I went to bed. I had to make sure he moved. I put it back where I found it after the noise and realized that yes, it had been moved. I have no doubt that I heard it move – it was glass on the ceramic tile floor – a distinct sound. I'm starting to think that by sleeping with the lights and TV on, I'm thwarting it and not being able to get close to me. For the last few nights I slept without the delicate on but with the TV on… Last night it didn't seem to matter whether the TV was on or not. When the bathroom trash can moved, I thought maybe this thing was crazy because it couldn't get to me. Worried.
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John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.
A photo of something strange on my arm
AND a friend and I were taking photos with my webcam. I wanted to get a good shot, so I shot several at once. I think I took about thirty. Then, after I took photos with my webcam, we started looking through them. We wanted to see which photo looked the best, and while we were looking, my friend says, hey, go back to that one photo we were just looking at.
I scrolled back to the photo and simply couldn't believe what I saw, and neither did my friend. It was an image of someone or something next to me, on my shoulder. You can see that he has long hair and eyes, a nose and a mouth. At first I was pretty freaked out by it. I'm sure there's an explanation, but I don't have it. My friend and I were just sitting next to each other and not moving, and in the background is a wall of sheetrock insulation with a compact fridge and some trash on it. Then I took more photos with my webcam and didn't see this image or anything else like it or anything nearby. In fact, we never saw anything again. Since then, I occasionally take photos with this webcam when I'm alone and haven't seen anything.
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John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.
Our recent home
AND I have a story I would like to share with you. Make of it what you want. I just wanted to throw it away. I have been living with my wife for three years. We have four children aged 9 to 16. Two boys, two girls. We first moved to Marysville in August 2004. We bought a house there just before the housing bubble burst. Four bedrooms, 2 bathrooms with an extra bed for less than PLN 300,000. The house itself was built in 1976 and is one of many homes built around Beal Air Force Base.
Two weeks after moving in, we came home and found all the kitchen chairs laid out on the table. Over the next few months, lights would turn on and off and doors would open and close for no reason. One incident that stands out was when my wife was cleaning the bedroom and the TV turned itself on, off and on again. I also witnessed such an event once. Our dog also went berserk and started barking in the air in the room. Scared and not wanting to leave the corner. Once our kitchen sink was filled with water on both sides. Hot to the touch.
I woke up early in the morning to go to the bathroom and was staring in bewilderment at the tiles on the floor at my feet when I noticed a woman in the shower door. I ran to the bedroom and when we came back there was nothing there. Most often the lights turn off and on. Music is heard from time to time. We cannot move because due to the market situation we currently assess the value of the house negatively. One night I went to make dinner and all the stuff in the cupboard was turned upside down. Our food also got spoiled during the night. For example, missed fruit or mold on bread.
The plants in our house do not live long. Sometimes we hear a clicking noise from our stereo speakers or computer. It is always the same, repeating sound. My 16-year-old also saw fog or a misty cloud in the upper corner of his room. My 14-year-old daughter not only heard, but also saw things. Although we try not to talk about it openly in front of younger children. Out of sight, out of mind, so to speak.
Most of the time we try not to think about it, but it seems to have slowed down since we started doing so. But we still see strange things or a glint of something in the corner of our eye. Once I felt something sit on the bed. It scared me very much. Nowadays something pops up once every few days. But it's been a while since something gigantic happened. Knock on wood.
I thought I'd share it. Thanks.
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John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.