October 2003 Page 10
The Gray Ghost
I would like to share an experience that happened to me when I was 15 years old. This was 10 years ago and although I'm often drawn to the memory, the memory still terrifies me as though it was just yesterday. I was on holiday with my parents in Cyprus; the last proper holiday I had with them and halfway through the holiday I woke up one night and knew immediately that there was something else in the room with me and knew that I was being watched from behind me. I slept on a sofa in the middle of one of the walls which meant that three sides were open to the room.
I was completely filled with fear and too terrified to turn around to see what was behind me. I don't know how long this went on for, but the next thing I remember was seeing something move from behind my head and it slowly moved around the corner of the sofa until it was standing to the side of me. I couldn't breathe with fear; in fact, I kept holding my breath so that there was no movement from me at all! I feared that if I moved then whatever was standing next to me would attack me.
The next thing terrified me even further. I can't even remember seeing the movement of this thing leaning forward, but I opened my eyes to find that it's face was less than a foot from mine. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would come out of my chest. I looked at the face, but it was very dark and all I could make out were too dark shadows where the eyes were, very gray skin and it was almost grinning at me but it wasn't friendly. It also had black curly hair framing the face. The feeling of pure, pure evil came from this thing, unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I doubt I'll ever feel that level of fear ever again in my life either, it was surreal.
After maybe a minute or so, I finally plucked up the courage to pull the white sheet over my head, though it didn't make me feel any safer! After what felt like an eternity, I finally pulled the sheet back down to find that the face was still staring at me! I thought I was going to have a heart attack and really thought I was going to die. I couldn't move anywhere as it was blocking my way off the sofa.
My memory of what happened next is blank and I've spent the last 10 years trying to fill in the missing pieces but with no luck. The next thing I remember is looking around and at last I could see nothing there, but the fear was still strong and I still felt as though something was still in the room. I looked across the apartment through an archway to where my mom and dad were sleeping in separate beds. They were both asleep. I took a deep breath and ran across the apartment to where my mom was sleeping and I woke her up and asked her to change beds with me. She just sat up and changed with no questions asked.
As I lay in her bed, I could see through the archway to where mom was now sleeping on the sofa and the room seemed to be clear. A few moments later, I suddenly had the feeling that there was something at the bottom right hand corner of the bed in the corner of the room, I couldn't face looking as I didn't want to see, so I pulled the sheet up to my face to hide the view. As soon as I did this, whatever was at the bottom of the bed had started to pull the sheet! My heart started pounding all over again and I grabbed the sheet with my fists so hard that my nails were digging into my palms. Every time the sheet was pulled from the bottom, I'd jerk it back up again grabbing tighter every time until the sheet was pulled taught over my feet so that I could barely move them.
Once again, my memory is blank as to what happened next and the next thing I remember was desperately waiting for the sun to rise, and when it did at around 5 a.m. I ran to the balcony and sat outside of the apartment with the patio window closed behind me. I sat there until around 6.30 when my mom opened the door and sat next to me. She was really tired and I could barely speak. She said I was chalky white and asked what was wrong, etc. when I explained everything to her; she suddenly turned chalky white too and put her hand to her mouth.
She told me that she had also woke in the middle of the night feeling absolutely terrified and that she sat bolt upright in bed to look at me. She said that she seen a figure by the sofa and thought that it was me. She could only see part of the face from behind but she said it was gray, and that the figure was wrapped in a white sheet similar to what I was lying in and that this figure had long black curly hair the same as mine at the time and it was also the height and build. But she was afraid of this figure and became terrified when she looked at the sofa behind to see that I was still lying there! I was so completely still that my mom thought that I had died, but she was so afraid that she couldn't cross the room to help me if that was the case and she lay back down and went to sleep until I woke her later to swap beds.
This is something that has haunted us both for 10 years and we often talk about it and try to remember the parts that are missing. We still feel the same horror today as we did then as though it had happened just yesterday and we often turn that same chalky white color when we are remembering! and still to this day, we are unsure as to what exactly the figure was that night but one thing we do know is that it was certainly evil and that's all we need to know!
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