When I was just a 7-year-old child, an encounter with the supernatural left an indelible mark on my young life. It was a night like any other, and I lay soundly asleep in my cozy bed. The clock had just struck midnight when an inexplicable restlessness jolted me from my slumber. A strange sensation of intense heat enveloped me, compelling me to rouse from my dreams.
With sleepy eyes, I scanned the room, seeking the source of this odd warmth. And there it was—a hooded figure perched atop my very bed. A sudden terror seized me, rendering me motionless, so I cautiously peered out from under my blanket, hoping not to draw its attention. The room was shrouded in an eerie stillness, and I could feel the weight of another presence beside me.
In our modest flat, another bed occupied the room, and I turned my gaze toward it, only to discover yet another ghostly figure. This apparition, however, was unlike the first, for it glowed with an ethereal, radiant blue light and lay sideways on the bed.
With a heart pounding like a drum, I slowly inched to the left, doing my best to evade notice, while quietly uttering a prayer, a plea for this mysterious presence to depart. My brave resolve granted me the strength to overcome my fear, and, eventually, I drifted back into a restless slumber.
The morning sunlight greeted me with beads of sweat on my brow, leaving me feeling utterly exhausted. It seemed my encounter had drained me of vitality. I kept this harrowing experience a secret, choosing not to divulge it to anyone for quite some time.
My next paranormal rendezvous occurred a few years later when I was a teenager, living in a house. The clock read 8:00 or 9:00 am, and the sun was already casting its warm glow. The room had grown uncomfortably warm, compelling me to seek respite in the lounge.
As I closed my eyes, preparing to rest, my senses detected the presence of an eerie figure towering above me. It bore a striking resemblance to the hooded specter from my childhood encounter. Fear gripped my heart, and I dared not look upon this being. Instead, I feigned slumber, casting furtive glances in its direction.
But my curiosity and apprehension reached their peak, compelling me to confront this mysterious entity. I mustered the courage to gaze directly at it, and in that instant, it vanished into thin air. Hastening to my parents, I recounted the chilling experience, but their response was dismissive, attributing it to mere dreams.
Throughout my youth, I encountered various spectral entities, always seemingly the sole witness to these inexplicable events. As I’ve grown into adolescence, these encounters have faded into the past, either outgrown or perhaps dismissed by my newfound resilience.
Now, at 12 years old, life has moved forward, and the specters of my past are but distant memories. It seems that in my journey from early childhood to preadolescence, I have learned to confront my fears and let go of the ghosts that once haunted me.