Safe and Sound

I want to start off saying that I live alone in my one bedroom apartment and did also at the time of this incident. I’m not sure if incident is the correct word to use. I honestly have no idea what this was and I hope no one will be looking for closure. Because you just like me will not have any. I think this may be paranormal of some kind.

I had fallen asleep around noon. I work nights and get off around mid morning. Sometimes I’m a light sleeper and other times not so light. I use to always leave my phone charging beside me listening to music as I fell asleep and slept. I checked later and it was around 6pm when I had woken up or when I was woke up.

I woke up suddenly laying on my stomach. This is kind of weird as I normally fall asleep on my stomach and always wake up laying on my back face up. Another weird thing was my headphones were still in and my music was going. I’m the kind of person who moves and turns in my sleep always causing my headphones to fall out during my sleep.

The song Safe and Sound by Capitol Cities was playing ironically enough. It was towards the end of the song. With as much as I’ve listened to it over and over I know the song much like the back of my hand. At this point I was awake. Awake enough to know this next part was not a dream.

I felt a numbness start at the top of my head. Its very hard to describe the feeling. It was like a numb feeling being pressed on me. Slowly it made its way down my body all the way to my toes. Let me clarify it moved down my body not my whole body stayed numb.

It kind of felt like one of those kitchen rolling pins. Like someone took one of those and starting with my head slowly moved it down my body along with the numb feeling. Once it got to my toes it moved back up again to my head. I don’t know how many times I felt this sensation move across my body. That wasn’t the only odd thing I noticed either.

For some reason the song didn’t end. It got to the end part but it just repeated not all over from the beginning but it lasted longer then it should have. I was in shock complete shock. It might not sound scary or terrifying but believe me it was. Even thinking back on it now I still get the chills.

I was frozen laying there in fear. I had no idea what would possibly cause this to happen. I couldn’t see anything as I was face down head mostly buried in my pillow. I was afraid to get up. To see what was causing this to happen to me.

I laid there pretending to be asleep still hoping who or whatever was doing it wouldn’t notice I was awake. I always herd people in stories say it was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. I never understood how someone could possibly mean that. I mean a few seconds is obviously not an eternity. Those few minutes I laid there feeling this sensation I think I finally understood it.

After 10 or so minutes of laying there in fear. While that song kept going not ending even while it was way past its run time. I eventually got the courage to get up. Expecting to see maybe a ghost hovering above or around me. Or who knows what terrifying thing waiting for me to wake up so it could get me.

I did get up and as soon as I did it was gone. The numbness and the pressure was all gone. My room is fairly dark but still there is light coming from under my bedroom door or the window in my room despite my efforts to cover it up and keep sunlight out. I didn’t see or hear anything. At that point I took my earphones out to get that creepy unending song out of my head.

My room was quiet and nothing was out of place. Oh and no the song wasn’t on repeat. Once I picked my phone back up headphones and all the song had moved onto the next one on my playlist. No offense to Capitol Cities I did remove that song from my going to sleep playlist. For a while I left my phone charging beside kinda under my bed not even listening to music.

It never happened before. Its never happened again so far. I have no idea what caused it I havnt gotten any closure. But I think honestly maybe its better that way. Because when that song comes on and I think of that memory I have a feeling I was fortunate I didn’t get to the cause of it. Call it a gut feeling

Moving Shadows in a Nightlight lit room

Hello. Firstly, I apologize if this get’s a bit complicated, I’m going to start off by explaining a few things that will set the scene that was my room when I was younger. I was personally afraid of the dark, kind of still am due to what I’ve seen, so I always had a Nightlight plugged into the wall next to my bedroom door that leads out into the hallway. Due to having cats that would spray everything my older sister and I had to have our bedroom doors shut all night. I used to have one of those standard “can throw everything under the bed and have a clean floor” kind of beds that was above the floor, now I have a drawer bed for good reason. One morning, back when I was younger, it was still dark outside and I had just woken up from a heavy sleep. My bed was positioned to wear my feet aimed at the door and my head, the furthest away from the door, was near the window. I had what my mother always referred to as a “Headache Pillow” which sat between me and the edge of the bed. So when you had a headache you rest your head on it at the side so the headache can go away, or just from keeping you from falling off the bed and gaining one. Well, after I had woken up, I looked around my room lazily and then noticed movement in my peripheral. I glanced over and stopped dead, wide eyed. On my headache pillow, slowly crawling kind of like a spider, was a black, shadowy, sharply pointed fingered hand moving upward towards my wall, and my regular pillows. It looked like it was reaching from underneath my bed. So I kept staring dead at it, the light from my nightlight making sure I didn’t lose sight of it until it slowly brushed itself back down under my bed. The rest of that morning I didn’t go back to sleep, and I had school that morning. I waited till I heard my father get up, but I was still too scared to call out. I knew it couldn’t have been my older sister playing a prank on me, I heard her get up that morning and my door didn’t open at all that night. I’d seen things two other times when I was younger after that, both at my bed’s footboard between the designed gapes like baseboards have. One looked like a cat’s tail slaying and flicking about, and I know our only cat wasn’t in my closed room. The other either looked like a blunted shark’s fin, or maybe a bald shadowed head, I couldn’t tell which, I just know I was on high alert every one of those nights. Now though, I’m doing pretty alright so long as I have another living being in my room with me. But I never wish to be in another room, dark or otherwise, with a bed that’s above the floor.
The image I’ve provided are quick examples as to sort of how they looked, though the hand did look more human just with pointed tipped fingers.

The Little Girl In My House

Hello, my name is Carolina and I have been watching your videos on YouTube for some time, and it has reminded me of the time I saw something at my house. I can’t explain what it was, and it was really creepy.

This is a very short story but it has scared me ever since. It is important that you know the layout of my bedroom. The one on the right side has the bedroom door on the right and the bathroom in front of it. The middle bed (mine) was in front of a big window. And the one on the left was beside another large window.

Now for the story: Me and my two sisters where in our own beds, and my nanny was with us at the moment telling us a bedtime story. At this point in time I was facing towards my nanny, whom was sited on the bed at the right. I was listening to the story when from the corner of my eye I saw a young girl, she had long dark hair and a white gown. It seemed like she came out of the bathroom and was headed to the bed on the far left side. I whipped my head to catch a glance at this thing, but it was gone. I initially thought it could have been my little sister who slept at the other bed. But when I looked at her she was already in bed almost half asleep with the blankets tucked in, she couldn’t have done that so quickly. I still think about it, and I want an explanation. I never saw the girl again, but I do feel a presence when I’m alone in the house. Whatever that was, I hope I never see it again.

My Friend Under My Bed

For the longest time growing up, my parents usually read me stories before i would go to sleep. However when i got older, my dad was too busy working 3 jobs to see me to bed. Also, i had a stereotypical childish fear of the dark. So much so nightlights were a common thing i’d beg for. This one night, my mom was out somewhere. I dont remember where she was specifically but she left my brother and i home alone. We were seven years apart in age so it was hard to interact with him. It was close to my bedtime and i begged my brother to read me a story before i went to sleep. He curled his nose at me and shook his head.

“Aren’t you a bit old for that?”

At the time i was probably..six or seven, so he had a point.

“B-but my nightlight went out..can you leave the light on?”

He rolled his eyes at me at this point and shut the door. I had my blankets up past my nose and i stared around my room. My mind playing tricks on me, making all the shadow shapes into monsters. Just then, i thought i saw standing in the corner of my room was a tall man. I was still for a while until i had a sudden rush of energy. I dashed to my closet and turned on the light, it wasnt bright enough to fill the whole room, but just enough to see the man in the corner of my room. His skin was gray, he had black hair slicked back going a little past his pointed ears, and his eyes.. his eyes had dark shadows under them. His irises were pitch black. He stared down at me the entire time. The shadow man began to smile at me, his teeth looked similar to cat teeth at how sharp they were. I remember his voice being smooth and soothing.

” Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? Its way past your bedtime.”

I was a hard headed child so it took a lot to phase me. My short attention span must’ve kicked in because i remember being more curious than scared. I just looked up at him clutching the little rope on my pj pants.

“How do you know what my bedtime is?”

He looked puzzled for a moment, then began to chuckle.

“I know all children’s bedtimes. I hide under their beds until they’re asleep.”

At this point, i didnt want to go to bed. Not with this guy watching over me. I hopped into my closet and shut the door. My closet had a ventilation system in it, so there was space ontop of the vent i could climb into. My closet door

The camping skinwalker

It was the 27th of may 2008 on a Thursday this happened and as it was my 12th birthday so my mum decided to book a 5-day forest camping trip because I love camping, (for England) it was half term and I needed to get some fresh air from playing too much ps3!

I arrived with no problems apart from forgetting my spare trousers (pants for Americans) and it was fun. On Monday we did archery (a popular sport in England), on Tuesday we went rock climbing and on Wednesday we made little boat’s and saw if they would float and every night we hang out at the fire sang songs, made smores and played Chinese whispers but on Thursday it was different all the councillors were scared and they worried when people went outside the main building just to go to the toilet!

Later that day when the sun started to set (as it was summer that meant it was 8-9pm) and there was a counsellor that was calm and not panicky like the others (she’s called Erin) so I asked her whats going on “don’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you especially not the councillors” she replied “apparently there’s a demon that inhabits the woods and only comes out on Thursday because it was born on Thursday, but anyway if we mention the demon’s name 3 of us will die”
“What a bunch of crap! tell me it’s named…” I said back
“I think it’s called Beasley” she answered. I don’t know why but as soon as I heard that name I felt insecure I instantly looked behind me to see if there was anything there but nothing.

She told all the campers to go to bed so we did. Strangely, I woke up at midnight only to see that Andrew and Calum (the two people in my tent) gone. I unzipped the tent slowly and quietly only to hear a whisper behind my ear saying “YOUR NEXT” it was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard, it was a deep raspy voice. This was followed by my friend Calum screaming “STAN HELP ME!” without thinking I ran to the noise and after what seemed like a lifetime of running I stumbled across Calum’s teddy bear but then at the worst possible time I saw a coyote and I know for a fact that there are no coyotes native to England I instantly thought skinwalker. I just ran to my tent as fast as I can to my tent zipped it up and cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I told the councillors that Andrew and Calum were missing but not about the skinwalkers because I know for a fact they wouldn’t believe me. There was a search party and 2 days later they found Andrew clinging on to life but Calum has never been found. I haven’t told anyone about this event up to no or at least not about the skinwalker part and I hope I never have to deal with this again. I’m contemplating about going to therapy but will they believe me if anyone has had an experience like me can you tell me if a therapy session works, please help me and I shall hopefully see you soon.