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I'm not a big believer in supernatural things but I've dealt with a few things recently that have me wondering and the night terror was the most helpless and frightening thing that has ever happened to me. .
First incident. 4 Years ago my mom came to visit and help out my roommate and I with our newly formed food truck business. Our food truck business, which we still have, sets up on a highly trafficked bar/club area here in our college town. My roommate, workers and I take off with all of our stuff at about 9:15pm and we sell until about 2:30am and we get home at around 3:15am, we feed the night crowds. Right around the 3:15am time as my roommate and I are pulling in to the driveway, we get out and we are unloading and walking towards the door; my mom opens the door and says "where is the woman?" I look at my mom and asked her who or what she is talking about. She mentions that she was asleep and that she woke up to the crying of a woman next to her window. My mom was staying in the original bedroom of the house. The house is about 70 years old and has since been well renovated and had some nice additions. The window of the original bedroom faces the back of the house. My mom said that she heard the crying from right next to her window and lower, and then she heard it "stand up" and walk around the house, past the room door that leads to the back of the yard and continue to the backyard gate. We looked around the side of the house on a dirt corridor that leads to the backyard door gate. She was confident that it was a woman and that she had to be there. We then went to the backyard and none of us saw anything. I asked my mom if she might have been asleep or it could of been a cat and until this day she claims that it was someone or something that was crying and then moved. She even mentions that she heard the voice raise when it went from below the window and seemed to stand up. For the longest time I thought my mom was either dreaming or it was a cat, thinking as logically as I can. My mother is very detail oriented, smart and is not known to have many lapses of judgement or any history of weird shit constantly happening to her.
Second incident. Fast forward to about a week ago. My roommate/business partner is having a baby with girlfriend, they bought a house, this is our last month in the same house as I mentioned before. We have had our business for 5 years and have lived at this place for going on 6 years (we moved in together to start this business). He moved out as of the first week of the month (June). As a baby shower/wedding/'I love you bro' gift I gave him all of the stuff that we bought together over the years (sofa, dining set, TV, PS3, etc) to the point that the only things that are left in the house is all of the crap in my room, my office stuff, some kitchen stuff, my bathroom stuff and a TV with a foldout chair and a stand in the living room and a mattress in his old room for my younger cousin. The whole house is empty aside from that, and my dog. The house has hardwood floors and the house is lifted off the ground about 1 foot. You can hear footsteps on the floors. My cousin (18yo), is currently residing at the Job Corps, he's coming from a bad home and I took him on for a while while he got situated to attend the Job Corps. Monday-Friday he stays there and Friday night - Sunday night he has been staying with us, helping with the businesses, making some cash, and he gets away from his Job Corps, gets wifi, good food and gets away from his routine and gets to hangout with us (me now usually). Last Friday(6/13), he came home, stayed the night and I left in the morning to take care of some work. I got home around 7pm and got him to get ready quickly while I freshened up to meet up a girl I'm dating and her younger sister and cousin to go watch 22 Jump Street(it was alright). When we leave the theater and say bye to the girls, I take him to eat at In-N-Out and he seemed kind of quiet. He then asks me; "Cousin, is the house haunted?" My heart drops and I ask why he asks. He then tells me that when he woke up around 2pm, he showered, made himself some food and was watching tv in the living room and doing laundry. Around 3pm as he's watching tv he hears footsteps on the other side of the house (bedrooms and bathrooms) coming from my roommates old room and he could hear them getting closer and stopping at the entrance of my room. His initial reaction, as he says, is that he was sure that someone was in the house, he's thinking either me or my roommate at this point. He checks, nothing, checks the room and calls our names, nothing. I know he is not bullshitting either, he was very somber and the fact that he was up at around 8am on Sunday lets me know he was really freaked out. He always gets up around 12-2pm and he mentioned he couldn't sleep because of what he heard.
Night terror. So now, Sunday night I dropped him off at the Job Corps. We joked around about ghost rape. All the while I'm now turning on the lights around the house a bit more. I'm not too sure what to make of it all. I keep my dog close by as if she is going to fight it off or alert me of some looming ghostrape or crazy shit that might go down (The Grudge...). This morning (6/20 in the early am) I experienced what I describe as a night terror. Mind you I have never had a night terror before, although I've had a nightmare or two, and the only reason I know that it's what it was is because of what I've read up on before. In my dream I was somewhere in my house (kitchen I'm assuming) and next thing you know, right in front of me an open pantry door closes violently. In my dream it seemed to be in real time and my thought was "fuck, it's true" and right as I make this realization as I am standing in front of the pantry door that closed I also realize that I am dreaming. I try to wake up through this realization of both "oh fuck it's true" and "oh shit I'm dreaming" and I feel the most intense fear I have ever felt in my life. I was paralyzed, and I was still dreaming and I could feel my whole body and the exact position that I was lying in, almost as if I was seeing myself from the ceiling of my room. I could not move at all and I could absolutely not open my eyes as much as I tried. The combination of fear and paralysis deepened the fear and for the first time in my life I TRIED to say "god pl..". My intention was to say "god please help me" and even my thoughts were frozen. As it continued and I realized that I was dreaming I tried to calm down. The feeling of immobility of not being able to move my body, being fully aware of even the relation of my body to my bed as I am laying down and the almost out of body experience of having a conceptual image of how my body was laid is absolutely amazing. It couldn't move, open my eyes, twitch, or even utter the words in my head "god please help me." I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted to shout it. But I could not think the words, only their concept.
Now I'm here at work, kind of freaked out still from it all and all I can think about is getting the hell out of the house this weekend instead of waiting it out until the end of the month. Any feedback or have any of you had freaky shit happen to you before?
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First incident. 4 Years ago my mom came to visit and help out my roommate and I with our newly formed food truck business. Our food truck business, which we still have, sets up on a highly trafficked bar/club area here in our college town. My roommate, workers and I take off with all of our stuff at about 9:15pm and we sell until about 2:30am and we get home at around 3:15am, we feed the night crowds. Right around the 3:15am time as my roommate and I are pulling in to the driveway, we get out and we are unloading and walking towards the door; my mom opens the door and says "where is the woman?" I look at my mom and asked her who or what she is talking about. She mentions that she was asleep and that she woke up to the crying of a woman next to her window. My mom was staying in the original bedroom of the house. The house is about 70 years old and has since been well renovated and had some nice additions. The window of the original bedroom faces the back of the house. My mom said that she heard the crying from right next to her window and lower, and then she heard it "stand up" and walk around the house, past the room door that leads to the back of the yard and continue to the backyard gate. We looked around the side of the house on a dirt corridor that leads to the backyard door gate. She was confident that it was a woman and that she had to be there. We then went to the backyard and none of us saw anything. I asked my mom if she might have been asleep or it could of been a cat and until this day she claims that it was someone or something that was crying and then moved. She even mentions that she heard the voice raise when it went from below the window and seemed to stand up. For the longest time I thought my mom was either dreaming or it was a cat, thinking as logically as I can. My mother is very detail oriented, smart and is not known to have many lapses of judgement or any history of weird shit constantly happening to her.
Second incident. Fast forward to about a week ago. My roommate/business partner is having a baby with girlfriend, they bought a house, this is our last month in the same house as I mentioned before. We have had our business for 5 years and have lived at this place for going on 6 years (we moved in together to start this business). He moved out as of the first week of the month (June). As a baby shower/wedding/'I love you bro' gift I gave him all of the stuff that we bought together over the years (sofa, dining set, TV, PS3, etc) to the point that the only things that are left in the house is all of the crap in my room, my office stuff, some kitchen stuff, my bathroom stuff and a TV with a foldout chair and a stand in the living room and a mattress in his old room for my younger cousin. The whole house is empty aside from that, and my dog. The house has hardwood floors and the house is lifted off the ground about 1 foot. You can hear footsteps on the floors. My cousin (18yo), is currently residing at the Job Corps, he's coming from a bad home and I took him on for a while while he got situated to attend the Job Corps. Monday-Friday he stays there and Friday night - Sunday night he has been staying with us, helping with the businesses, making some cash, and he gets away from his Job Corps, gets wifi, good food and gets away from his routine and gets to hangout with us (me now usually). Last Friday(6/13), he came home, stayed the night and I left in the morning to take care of some work. I got home around 7pm and got him to get ready quickly while I freshened up to meet up a girl I'm dating and her younger sister and cousin to go watch 22 Jump Street(it was alright). When we leave the theater and say bye to the girls, I take him to eat at In-N-Out and he seemed kind of quiet. He then asks me; "Cousin, is the house haunted?" My heart drops and I ask why he asks. He then tells me that when he woke up around 2pm, he showered, made himself some food and was watching tv in the living room and doing laundry. Around 3pm as he's watching tv he hears footsteps on the other side of the house (bedrooms and bathrooms) coming from my roommates old room and he could hear them getting closer and stopping at the entrance of my room. His initial reaction, as he says, is that he was sure that someone was in the house, he's thinking either me or my roommate at this point. He checks, nothing, checks the room and calls our names, nothing. I know he is not bullshitting either, he was very somber and the fact that he was up at around 8am on Sunday lets me know he was really freaked out. He always gets up around 12-2pm and he mentioned he couldn't sleep because of what he heard.
Night terror. So now, Sunday night I dropped him off at the Job Corps. We joked around about ghost rape. All the while I'm now turning on the lights around the house a bit more. I'm not too sure what to make of it all. I keep my dog close by as if she is going to fight it off or alert me of some looming ghostrape or crazy shit that might go down (The Grudge...). This morning (6/20 in the early am) I experienced what I describe as a night terror. Mind you I have never had a night terror before, although I've had a nightmare or two, and the only reason I know that it's what it was is because of what I've read up on before. In my dream I was somewhere in my house (kitchen I'm assuming) and next thing you know, right in front of me an open pantry door closes violently. In my dream it seemed to be in real time and my thought was "fuck, it's true" and right as I make this realization as I am standing in front of the pantry door that closed I also realize that I am dreaming. I try to wake up through this realization of both "oh fuck it's true" and "oh shit I'm dreaming" and I feel the most intense fear I have ever felt in my life. I was paralyzed, and I was still dreaming and I could feel my whole body and the exact position that I was lying in, almost as if I was seeing myself from the ceiling of my room. I could not move at all and I could absolutely not open my eyes as much as I tried. The combination of fear and paralysis deepened the fear and for the first time in my life I TRIED to say "god pl..". My intention was to say "god please help me" and even my thoughts were frozen. As it continued and I realized that I was dreaming I tried to calm down. The feeling of immobility of not being able to move my body, being fully aware of even the relation of my body to my bed as I am laying down and the almost out of body experience of having a conceptual image of how my body was laid is absolutely amazing. It couldn't move, open my eyes, twitch, or even utter the words in my head "god please help me." I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted to shout it. But I could not think the words, only their concept.
Now I'm here at work, kind of freaked out still from it all and all I can think about is getting the hell out of the house this weekend instead of waiting it out until the end of the month. Any feedback or have any of you had freaky shit happen to you before?
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