Posted 14 February 2011 - 02:00 AM
I can tell you my experience was terrifying to me. I was sixteen, and dabbling in the occult at the time. One evening, I was having a very difficult time getting to sleep. I was tossing and turning in bed, when I began to feel apprehensive. I had the feeling that I was not alone in my very small bedroom. I half sat up in bed, and looking out my window, saw the shadowy outline of a man's shadow outside my window. I should pause to tell you that I lived in a second-story apartment, and there were no trees, no ledges, and no other means for someone to be standing outside my window. I was struck dumb, unable to call for help, and unable to scream. I looked away, then at the window again, and the shadow was gone. I began to get out of bed to go to my mother, when I realized that the shadow of a very tall man stood in the doorway of my room. There was only the dark shadow of this thing, no discernible features, which is strange, because the streetlamps outside should have thrown some kind of light on it. I became very child-like in that moment, pulling the covers up over my head, and reciting every prayer I knew, to any god or goddess that would listen. After several quiet minutes, I slowly pulled down the covers and found myself alone in the room. I scrambled to the end of the bed, and reached for the light switch next to the door. I had nearly reached it, hoping to dissipate the darkness, when I heard a growl, like that of a very large and very pissed off dog. It sounded like it was on the floor next to my bed, and stopped as soon as I stopped trying to turn on the light. Needless to say, I did not sleep for the rest of the night. I sat up in bed, in the corner farthest from the door, with my back up against the wall until the sun rose outside my window. Only then did I turn on the light and open my door. Feeling safer, I fell asleep for a few hours until I heard the rest of my family waking for the day. I initially dismissed my night terror as just a bad dream with a terrible misinterpretation of time sequence, until I spoke with my very skeptical step-sister. She walked past me in the hall, and mentioned the strange dream she'd had about a shadowy man floating outside her window. Every time I retell this story, the hair on my arms still raises.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron