i stopped believing in the paranormal after i grew out of that phase of being scared all of the time. like i was an adamant believer that nothing like that existed. my mind changed literally a few days ago and i’ve been debating about making a post here because i’m terrified and need answers. i actually can’t properly live my life.
i think there’s something seriously not right in my apartment. i moved in with my boyfriend a month ago and i’ve stayed at his place a lot before now, everything was okay before a couple of days ago. we laid down in bed, super normal night. as i was falling asleep, my eyes suddenly shot open and a black mass (of something idk what?) flew at me. as it got to me, i sat up really fast and it just disappeared. i assumed i was out of it from being drowsy and it felt similar to that feeling you get when you feel like you’re falling in bed. i did have a huge overwhelming sense of fear wash over me but i rationalized. i brushed it off…but the night gets really weird. the story is long so i’ll save that version for a post if i make one.
to sum it up, my boyfriend woke me up several times talking in his sleep after that mass thingy. saying that there was someone in the mirror, that something wasn’t right, that there is a person here who shouldn’t be, that my cats were being used by it (that one was weird). i was able to brush all of this off because he has slept talked before (although nothing like this situation), but i was still getting a little shaken up. i managed to fall asleep after each time, but the last time he woke me up, he was attacking me. i had no idea it was him, there’s no many little details here but basically he was holding me down by the shoulders and neck, but i couldn’t move anything else. i could only flop. it took a minute or so to get him off me and he finally woke and was apologizing to me. i have never been so scared in my life. i couldn’t open my eyes, i had no idea it was him until he stopped touching me.
i got super freaked out when he said he was having a nightmare that a man was staring at me and then shot at me, from no joke, the same corner of the room i saw that black mass. i never even mentioned this to him. he said in the dream, he wasn’t attacking me but trying to get it off me (which might explain why i couldn’t move the rest of my body). seeing the same shit can’t just be a coincidence?
since then, i’ve woken up to random items being in places, last night the fridge was making this god awful noise that i can’t find an explanation for on the internet, i’ve been having that same feeling that i need to suddenly open my eyes to see what is going on like i did that night (the other night, i no joke did it about 15 times while trying to fall asleep. it’s like i have no control, i just have to open them). i’ve been doing some research, there’s shit we’ve been ignoring that maybe we shouldn’t have. we’re hot natured people but we’ve been so cold lately. really bad smells. my cats have been distressed way longer than they should’ve after a move.
idk how to feel. i think i’m a believer now. i know something isn’t right. all my friends who do believe say that i should be thinking this way. even if nothing else happens, i think i’ll always be able to say the paranormal is probably out there