It was the first time I dared to share my eerie encounters with others. For years, I kept my experiences to myself, thinking they must have a logical explanation. But after discovering similar stories on this website, I realized I wasn’t alone.
These strange events began unfolding just a couple of years ago. Around six years back, I found myself wide awake in my attic room, somewhere between 4:00 am and 4:30 am. I didn’t feel a hint of sleepiness; I was startlingly alert. My eyes landed on an innocuous candle holder perched atop my TV. It had a peculiar charm with its bowl-like shape and intricate cutouts that allowed the candlelight to dance in mesmerizing patterns. What’s more, it was a silvery hue.
My room had a window behind me, and the curtains allowed faint streetlight to filter through. As I gazed at this seemingly ordinary candle holder for about 30 seconds, something astonishing happened. It began to spin, all on its own, casting enchanting shadows and creating a captivating play of light. I couldn’t look away, transfixed for what felt like an eternity, though it was only a matter of minutes. Eventually, I lay back down and drifted into slumber.
This surreal occurrence repeated itself for about five or six consecutive nights. Every time I woke up, my eyes were inexorably drawn to the candle holder. It wasn’t a conscious choice; it was as though the holder had a magnetic pull on me. I was never frightened during those encounters; it was more like an inexplicable fascination. I would watch it spin and dance with the light before returning to sleep.
However, on the final night, my fear took hold. I wanted concrete proof of what I was witnessing. I sat up straight, staring intently. This time, I wanted to focus, to understand. After a few minutes, I realized that the holder wasn’t just spinning; it was hovering about two inches above the TV. That’s when terror gripped me. I slammed back down onto my bed, desperate for sleep.
The following night, I woke up again, filled with dread. I lay there, trembling, not daring to move, afraid I might witness the inexplicable once more.
I’m reaching out to seek understanding. Is this something beyond ordinary explanation, or do I have some underlying disorder? I have more stories to share, and I’m eager to comprehend the mysteries that have been unfolding around me. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Until next time.