This happened to me when I was 16 years old. I had just moved to a new area not long before this happened and I was really happy about being able to spend the weekend at my new friend Alicia’s house. She lived in a huge rebuilt old farm house and she had the top floor all to herself, except for the guest room which was where I was going to be staying. This meant that we would have lots of space to goof around without getting yelled at.
We had been hanging out for a couple of hours and were in the middle of watching a movie when I heard what sounded like a door slam from her closet. I jumped and went to go see what had made the noise I had always been rather fearless. Alicia stopped me and said that it was the attic door that was in her closet slamming because of the “mean ghost guy”, and that if I went in there he would start messing with me.
At that point in my life I didn’t really believe in ghosts so I rolled my eyes and opened the closet door brushing off that the handle was colder than I though it should have been. The first thing I noticed was that it was freezing in her closet like in a freezer freezing. Then I noticed door in the left side of her closet was hanging open and a set of wooden steps was leading up on the other side of the door. I decided that the attic being open was why it was cold in the closet and so I closed the door and turned to my friend who now looked terrified.
She told me that he would want to hurt me now and that I should be careful. I rolled my eyes and said that if he was real he should come say hi to me tonight followed by a few jokes about people cutting holes in sheets to be scary. My friend just shook her head at me and looked worried.
That night because of my friends college age brother returning home early I found myself sleeping on a mattress on the floor beside her bed instead of in the guest room. I laid there and feeling nervous for a reason I didn’t know. Then when I finally started falling asleep something grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me under my friend’s bed. I screamed and the light in the room flipped on as my friends mother flew in the room. I told her and my friend what happened my friend looked upset and her mom looked sympathetic insisting it had just been a bad dream and I had rolled under the bed in my sleep. After Alicia’s mom left she looked a t me and said that she had warned me not to mess with the closet and that now he wouldn’t leave me alone. After a few minutes I went back to sleep and other than some weird whispering noises nothing else happened that night.
When I got up the next morning everyone else had already gone down to breakfast so I hurried and dressed and started toward the stairs that led downstairs to the kitchen. When I was about 6 or so feet from the top of the stairs something lifted me and threw me down the stairs. Luckily I didn’t get hurt but I was scared and rather angry , and I turned and glared at the top of the steps and snapped that he whoever he was, he was a coward and not scary at all and that he was not allowed to ever touch me ever again.
My friend who had run to check on me was looking at me with shock written all over her face, and she said that I should be more careful with what I say. After that we had a fairly normal day except I kept feeling like I was being watched no matter where I was or what I was doing. Then that night as I lay in the guest room I saw the shadowy shape of a guy in the corner of the room, and when I asked who was there it raised a finger to its lips to indicate that I should be quiet.
I fell silent out of confusion, and I heard him speak then. He was apparently impressed with my force of will something that according to him my friend had none of, and he said that he wanted to keep me. As he spoke it got harder and harder to breathe and I was terrified that I was going to lose the ability to breathe at all because of this thing, and I knew that it was him causing the issue. I don’t know how I did it I just know that I felt that if I didn’t yell and get out of there my fears were very likely going to come true and so I focused and forced myself to inhale deeply and I screamed for my friend.
Alicia and her parents all came running and when they turned on the light the guy vanished. Even though it was 3 am I made them call my mother to come get me and I never went back to Alicia’s house again. We had at least some contact until a year after this event we stopped talking because she kept bringing me messages from the thing in her house. She said he threatened to hurt her unless she gave me the messages. She kept saying that he told her that he wanted me to come back, that he wanted to keep me and that he thought that because of my strength I belonged with him. It made me sick to my stomach to hear, and I hope that whatever it is it can never leave her house to find me.