I am 35 years old and my first story took place in Düsseldorf, Germany. I guess I was five or six years old. I can't tell exactly, because I was too small. I always thought that my experiences are embarrassing to tell, but after reading many experiences on this site and realizing that there are many people who have similar or even stranger experiences, I decided to tell you my stories.
I have actually two stories to tell, one about a black creature in my bedroom, the second one is about being attacked by the evil. When I was five or six years old, I had a strange encounter with a shadow man in my bedroom. One night I woke up because I heard footsteps, and when I looked around I saw a dark figure moving in a circle in the middle of my room. The room was not too dark and I could still see everything. But I could not see the figure's face or clothes.
Half sleepy, I thought it was my dad's shadow at first. But why would he move in a circle in my room, and in the middle of the night? Not sure who it was, I asked, "Papa?" But it didn't reply. Then I saw he was much taller than both my mom and my dad. I started to realize it was neither my parents nor my brother, who is one year younger than I and didn't dare to ask again.
I was totally scared when I realized it and I hid behind the bed shield that prevents a person from falling out of the upper deck of the bunk bed. My place was the upper deck while my bother was sleeping in the lower deck. All the time I was wondering who this figure was, and thought there must be a logic explanation. But I could not find any. I was also telling myself I was dreaming. I had nightmares before, but normally either I had woken up and realized it was a dream, or remembered in the morning it had been one. But this time the dream was realistic and didn't end!
I continued to hear the footsteps, and when I looked at it again, it was still there moving in a circle. It felt like it was walking there for an eternity. I thought, please go away, but it kept walking. Every few minutes I looked at it again, it was still there. I then looked down to the lower deck where my brother was sleeping. I guess I wanted to ask him if he was seeing the same, but to my surprise, he was not there. I thought, "Oh my god, now I am alone with this monster!"
Now it scared me even more. I tried not to move so that it would not spot me. I covered my head under the blanket, closed my eyes and listened to the footsteps. Then after what felt like hours, I fell asleep.
In the morning, the first thing I did was to see if the creature was still there, but it was gone. My parents and my brother were up already, so I asked my parents if they entered my room in the night. They said they didn't. Then I asked my brother where he was in the night and he said he had moved to my parents' bed in that night, so that my brother was not in bed was true. Even now, 30 years later, when I remember back, I could swear I didn't dream the black figure. If this was just a dream, then it was the strangest dream because I never had a dream like this again in the last 30 years! I talked to my brother recently and he still remembers when I told him my story, but at that time he thought that I had only dreamed. Now, 30 years later, he said he believes it was true.
This second story took place this year in March, 2009 while I was on a business trip in Zeven, Germany. Again, it was night, but what I experienced this time was completely different. In the middle of the night I woke up. I was sweating. A strange nightmare woke me up. I say strange because when I woke up I didn't remember what I had dreamed of, I just felt fear and a dark, evil presence.
When I woke up, I still felt something was in the room and it paralyzed me. Something held me, but nothing visible, and I could not move. I felt an evil sensation that I never felt before, and I started to panic because I felt something pressed me with a strong force -- not physically, mentally! I thought, How can I wake up from a nightmare that I do not remember right after waking up and still be scared? I couldn't explain, and then the sensation became stronger and stronger, and I thought, Please, someone help me. I am going to die!
Firstly, I never thought before I would die; secondly, die from what? Until now I still cannot believe why I thought I would die. I didn't see anything, only felt something evil that attacked me mentally; it just got into my brain. I didn't see anyone, I didn't hear voices or recognize bad memories, nor am I depressive or have any trauma. I again thought, How can I be scared of something I do not see or imagine? But the fact is, I was scared to death!
Then when I thought this is the end, all of a sudden my dad's face appeared in a bright light. It could not be his spirit because he is still alive. I remember I was surprised and wondered why he appeared, and so lively, not like a picture, like he was there! He was smiling at me and said to me, "Don’t worry. Just pray!" We are Buddhists and we pray when we want to be protected. Although my parents are very religious people, I had not been practicing for a long time because I had been a skeptical person about religions. But this time I prayed, even though I thought skeptically, "Why would this help now?" I chanted a mantra for three times, which takes only few seconds, and as soon as I finished the mantra, the evil sensation was gone in a split second!
I couldn't believe how it was gone when I thought I would die just seconds before, but the room suddenly seemed so peaceful, and I could sleep again without fear. I didn't see my dad's face anymore, but I thanked my dad for protecting me. I can imagine some people laughing at my stories now, but do you think I can laugh at this experience? Hell no! I really don't want to experience this again. It scared me even more than the black figure. I am serious!
