I’ve been contemplating this experience for a long time and I really don’t know what to make of it. So I’m going to try and break this down as best as possible with some ideas as to what I think happened.
Just as some pretext, I come from a family of immigrants. My step dad was a nurse that worked a mixture of day and night shifts. My mother worked two jobs, one at a meat factory during the day from 9am – 3pm and one as a worm picker from 9pm -12pm. So my parents weren’t home most of the time.
My family lived in an old 2 story house back in the early 2000’s. I was 8 or 9 years old and my brother was 5. Every day after school my mom would come pick us up and take us home. She would have dinner and snacks ready. My brother and I would eat as she went around the house checking that windows and doors were locked. She would take a nap until 8pm. In that time, my brother and I would be doing homework or watching TV in the living room.
At 8pm she would get ready and give me the speech. Never let in strangers, never leave the house, never unlock the doors, and call 911 if anyone tries to break in. And with that she would take me to the back door and step out. She would watch as I locked the door before getting into her car and driving away. My step father had installed two latches on the front door but not the back. The back already has two locks with two separate keys needed for it. These were the only doors to the house. They often left us alone to go to work so there were some other precautions taken but I don’t remember them all.
After she had left, I prepared my brother for bed and we both went to sleep at around 9:30 pm (my usual sleep time back then). As a side note, I always closed my door when I go to bed. Always.
This is where things get weird.
So as a child, I was a heavy sleeper. I was basically a corpse when I slept. You could move my hands or tug my ears and I would never wake up. Even thunderstorms were not loud enough to wake me.
But that night was different. I remember being in a deep slumber and slowly waking up out of it. It was one of the most gentle awakenings I’ve ever had. My eyes opened gently and I saw that my door was wide open. My room faces the hallway and into the living room. The living room had these big windows that were letting in huge streams of moonlight that stretched all the way into my room. The moonlight streaming into my room should have stretched all the way to the end of my bed with the door open but it was being blocked. At the door was a black figure of a man. He was tall, reaching one head below the door. I felt like he was looking straight at me even though I could not see his face. It was just the black shadow of a tall, slim, and broad shouldered man.
I got up from my bed and wiped my eyes with my hands. He was still there. I shouted out to him “Dad! Dad! Dad is that you?” at least 3 times. No reply. The black figure turned its face to the side to reveal a clearly defined profile and walked away. I could hear floorboards creak as he left. I, being young and naive, thought it was my step dad who had come home early. So I just pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep.
The next morning I was up at 7 am talking to my mom at the dinner table. I told her everything that I saw last night. Her response was so calm…
She said “Yea, there’s a ghost living in the house. I see him too sometimes”…
I was gobsmacked. “Why didn’t we move as soon as you found out?!” I asked her. “He never did anything” she said. And that was her response?!?
As a child, that memory had been engraved into my mind so clearly and vividly that it had never faded over the years. I see it clearly to this day.
I don’t think my mom was lying when she said that to me all those years ago. Granted, she is superstitious, but there was no reason for her to lie.
I recently discussed this memory with my significant other and he/she believes that either I was having sleep paralysis or there was in fact an intruder in my house in the middle of the night.
Potentially both could be true but, first, I have never had sleep paralysis before and as far as I know, you can’t move during sleep paralysis. If I had sleep paralysis then I shouldn’t have been able to do anything but stare at the door. And in this case, I was able to wake up and shout at the door. Even in the smallest chance that this was sleep paralysis: this was the only case of it that I have ever had.
Second, if there was an intruder in the middle of the night, they never took anything. We have never found any valuables gone. So I don’t believe they stole anything ever. So whoever (might have) entered our house didn’t steal anything every time and did nothing to us except stare at us while we slept?!? I know there are some pervy people out there but that’s so much effort to break into a heavily locked house to stare at sleeping children.
Third, that man couldn’t have been my step dad because my step dad is a short, rotund, and balding immigrant man. Not a tall, slim, and broad shouldered man. Also, when this man turned to walk away from the door, when his arms moved, I saw sleeves. The kind of sleeve a person wearing a suit would have…
I have never found a good enough explanation for this experience in my life. Does anyone have any clues as to what might have really happened here? I have no logical explanation for this at all.