“This happened several years ago, even talking about it now gives me the heebie-jeebies.
I woke up in the middle of the night, instantly wide awake. My room is bordered on one side by the garage and the other by the kitchen, so sometimes an odd noise or two will wake me up. I tried to figure out why I would suddenly wake up, but nothing sounded out of the ordinary, so I rolled over to go back to sleep; only to see something standing in my doorway out of the corner of my eye. (I always sleep with my bedroom door closed)
My gut reaction was fear, but I also thought it might just be my mom checking on me in the middle of the night. So I sat up to get a better look (and ask what she wanted) and holy shit, to this day I wish I would have just ignored it and gone straight back to sleep. Whatever it was standing in the doorway was definitely not human.
The door was wide open and the doorway was filled with a massive, tall, dark entity. It was standing halfway in and halfway out of my room, looking for all the world like it had been caught in the act of opening the door and coming into my room. Only the shadowy-mass was taller than the doorframe, so its head and shoulders had come straight through the wall above the door. It stood there and it was staring at me.
I knew I was in trouble right away. Right to my core. A lot of people talk about seeing ‘shadow people’ and being able to tell if they had ‘good’ or ‘bad’ intentions, but this was something else. Whatever this thing was it was powerful, dangerous, and utterly indifferent towards me. I knew that it could kill me right then and that there would be nothing I could do about it.
We stared at each other and I basically prepared myself to die right then and there. It started to move towards me, but just as suddenly, the ominous air in the room changed and the threat it had been emitting faded and changed into something fiercely protective. It stared at me a bit longer and I lay back down and watched it turn and leave, closing the door behind itself, it seemed like it was willing me to go back to sleep. I fell back asleep within a minute, feeling like I dodged a bullet but unable to resist the odd sensation of calm and safety that was suddenly enveloping me.
Woke up in the morning with complete clarity about the event, glad to be alive. It’s been years and I still think about this encounter frequently. I feel that the encounter is the closest I’ve ever come to dying, and I don’t think I’ll see whatever it was again.
Afterwards, I looked up various explanations for the phenomena but nothing fits it properly. It wasn’t a shadow person and it wasn’t a night terror. I lucid dream frequently and this was NO dream. I was definitely awake, I was moving during the encounter, and I went back to sleep afterwards. I can’t explain it.
That wasn’t my only supernatural experience, but it was by far the scariest and most serious.”