There were a number of things I wanted to do to the room. Since it was my older sisters space, I couldn't wait to paint the room a different color. The actual color of the room was escapes me, but I remember really wanting to change it, along with the flowered carpet.
Since the carpet was out of the question, my parents decided that I could pick the paint color. I've always been creative, and this was my chance to really express myself through the rooms presentation.
While the painting was getting completed, my furniture was pushed into the middle of the room so that the paint on the wall could dry. My bed was positioned in the middle with a bookshelf at the foot of the bed and my desk to the left. I felt very comfortable in my room, especially with everything within reach of my bed.
The first few nights were great. I slept like a baby. Not a care in the world, a normal teenagers life. About the fourth or fifth night I spent in my room, I would wake up at the same time. 3:40 AM to be more specific. I remember it like it was yesterday. The thought of that time makes my skin crawl, even today when I wake up within a few minutes.
By the next week it had been several nights of waking up at the same time and I was tired of it. I sprang from my bed and walked out into the living room which was connected to the kitchen. Everyone was asleep in the house. My dad 's snores could be heard from there room and my brother claimed the room we previously shared together. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Cars were passing in front of the house and created long spider like shadows on the walls and ceiling. I finished my glass of water and proceeded back into my new room.
Half way down the hall I heard what sounded like footsteps behind me. The floors in our house creaked when you walked on them. Especially in the hall. I turned around and saw a white mist in front of me. It came forward towards me and disappeared right through me. Needless to say I was extremely scared after this experience. What do you do when you're a kid? You run for your bed. So, I ran towards my room and jumped in my bed. Hid under my covers and trembled at the thought of what just happened. I never told anyone. What was I supposed to say, and who'd believe me? We are always taught that ghosts don't exist, so why should I believe in them now?
The next few days were pretty much a blur. I didn't sleep much at all. Just stayed awake and stared at the door. Nothing ever really happened. I just thought it would. After the walls were painted and my furniture was positioned back to it's rightful place I started to get more sleep at night, but still waking up at 3:40 AM and unable to get back to sleep.
I pretty much thought that I fell into a habit of waking up at this time so I decided I would do an experiment. I'd stay up as long as possible and force myself to not wake up at 3:40. That night is pretty unexplainable. I woke up to a creaking noise. I looked at the time and it was near 4:00 AM. Funny I thought, I finally made it past the normal time of 3:40AM. What took me a few minutes to realize was that the door to my room was moving back and forth about a foot or so, as if someone was standing there and moving it. The creaking noise was coming from the hinges on the door. The noise got louder and louder and it took me a while to figure out exactly what was going on. Then I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Get out of here!”. The door immediately stopped moving and my mother rushed in. “What's wrong?” she asked. I described what happened and of course what every parent says to their child. “You were just having a bad dream”. We've all heard it before or know someone who's heard this. But it wasn't just a dream. I know what I saw.
After that night, as you may think, it was extremely hard to sleep. I stayed awake for what felt like days and slept in the afternoons after school. I did not want this experience to happen again. I'd lay awake at night just staring at my door waiting for it to start moving. Of course...nothing. Night after night nothing. I don't remember anything ever happening again after that. Just know that as soon as I could get out of my parents house I did. They thought I just wanted to leave the nest, when the fact was that I wanted to finally have some peace.
Now when I visit my parents, the feeling in the house is much better. The reason? I believe the entity followed me to my next house. But that's another story for another time...
