“I have always had paranormal experiences. My family has stories from when I was a little girl that prove that. I have only had one (long) experience that really stuck with me. I still think about it and it has been a long time.
Back story: I had just recently gotten out of a terrible, abusive 5-year relationship and was living close to my best friend at another friends house with my dog (big black lab). I spent a lot of time out to keep myself occupied. The house I was staying in was strange, all of the rooms were connected into a large circle on the upper level and then there were stairs that lead to a basement in the kitchen. I stayed in a guest room on the upper level and there were random things in my room. There was a dresser with a mirror on top in front of the bed and the bed frame itself had a mirror built in.
It started one night while I was at my best friend’s house. My friend has also always had paranormal experiences her entire life. We were the only ones in her house and we were sitting on her bed watching TV with the lights out. Everything was normal for a few hours and all of a sudden, the light switch in the hallway turned on by itself. We looked at each other, nothing new or too concerning and then she got up and turned the light off. Little did I know this was just the beginning.
Fast forward 2 days or so. I had been out all night and I laid down in bed with my dog. I was almost asleep when I felt something small jump on the bed. I felt little foot prints climb all the way up to my chest. The only way I can describe it is how it feels when a cat jumps up on the bed. I reached down, not thinking much of it since my friend had cats…there was nothing there to touch.
After that night I would lay in bed and see shadows passing over the mirrors in my room. They were dark shadows and would completely black out everything. I would hear knocking on my bedroom door when no one was home and people calling my name when no one was home. I felt watched everywhere I went. It was happening so often that I was used to it (more so then before) and found myself ignoring it as much as possible.
One weekend the friend I was staying with and her family left for the weekend. I didn’t want to be alone so I invited my best friend over to keep me company. We noticed a few weird things, the cat was crying out and forcibly trying to get into my room, weird noises etc. When we decided to call it a night is when shit started to get real. We had been laying down for maybe 10 minutes when my friend mentioned she felt watched and was uncomfortable. She got up to go to the kitchen and before I could get up to follow she screamed my name at the top of her lungs ‘YOU NEED TO COME HERE NOW’. I flew into the kitchen and standing there was a black mass that engulfed the entire side of the room. It moved slowly into the dining room as if it was watching for our reactions. At that point we decided we would leave. We grabbed a few things and went to the back door. I stopped in front of the basement stairs because something was drawing me down. I heard something call my name and then it started laughing at me. I wish I could explain this laugh, it was distorted almost like it was coming from a radio but loud enough to hurt your ears. Then it ran up the stairs at me, I could hear it stomping on each step.
I stayed at her house that night.
The night before I moved out was just as bad. I hadn’t even started packing and of l course I stayed out really late. When I came back I sat on my bed and my dog was laying on the bed next to me. It was silent in the house. I noticed my dog was acting weird, he was staring at the closet (which was just covered by curtains, there were no doors) and he kept growling really low. I tried to see what we was looking at when the curtains flew up to the ceiling and everything I owned came crashing out of the closet. The curtains fell back down and I could see something moving behind them.
My dog hid under the bed the rest of the night.”