Have you ever lived a paranormal experience? You’ve probably heard and read scary stories or watched horror movies that have kept you awake at night.
Are these scenarios real? I can say they most likely are, not only because I love horror stories but because I, myself, lived through a truly terrifying moment, which to this day gives me goosebumps just remembering it. The bad thing about telling this story, however, is no one believes me.
In December 2009, my family gathered for dinner to celebrate the birthday of one of my relatives. Time flew by and in the blink of an eye, it was already midnight. Eventually, my grandmother interrupted our night of games to tell us it was time to go to sleep.
I went to my room, put on my pajamas, brushed my teeth and went straight to bed, forgetting to close the bedroom door before falling asleep. Out of nowhere, I woke up and looked around. Everything was dark and I no longer heard the voices of my relatives in the background, so I assumed the party was over.
I half-turned myself in bed and when I saw it, I froze. In front of me, the silhouette of a tall, stocky man stood in the small hallway.
He didn’t move, and neither did I. I could feel my face was hot and my eyes were starting to water. I was petrified. The first thing I wanted to do was scream, but for some reason I felt the man in front of me would hurt me if I did, so I dismissed the idea.
Instead, I closed my eyes again, pretending I was sleeping. I started praying silently, repeating in my head the prayer of “Our Father” over and over again. After a couple of minutes, knowing the man was still in front of me, I fell asleep again, either out of fear or of my own free will.
I woke up the next morning, saw the door open and got out of bed. I went into my mother’s room, ran to her and hugged her while she was sleeping. I started to cry. She woke up and asked me what was wrong, and I told her everything.
At first, she didn’t believe me. But, when much time passed and I was still crying, her reaction changed. That same day, she asked everyone in the family if they had gone into the house that night, but they all denied it.
They asked my grandmother if she had locked the front door to our house before going to sleep.
“Yes, I did close the door,” my grandmother said.
Everyone tells me it was probably just a dream when I tell this story. Unfortunately, I have no proof of it. The sensation of a presence is an experience that can feel very real and cause trauma, even more so if it is the first time. However, it’s important to keep a critical mind about these events. We should try to be more open to listening to and discussing these spiritual phenomena.
With that being said, I have also tried to convince myself that what I saw that night couldn’t be real. Whether it was a bad dream or not, it was definitely a moment I will never forget.
Everyone has the right to believe in whatever they want — no judgments. So, don’t be afraid to tell your story; many other people could have gone through something similar. If you don’t believe in ghosts and apparitions, take these stories as interesting horror anecdotes.
Always close the door before you go to sleep — you never know who might come in.