It was back in highschool from our old house. We just recently moved in and according to the neighbors it was haunted. I wasn't a believer of ghosts or other "entities" so i just brushed them off. About a week after we settled in, i couldn't forget that night. For summer time it was really cold inside my room. Like, i was inside a freezer. I couldn't move, my breathing was quick and shallow. I opened my eyes to see a pair of red eyes staring back at me. A black lady choking me saying "i'm going to kill you" over and over again.i closed my eyes tightly but the feeling never left. I tried reciting the Apostle's Creed(my dad was religious) for like 10 times until i was able to finish. She left. Like nothing happened. I didn't tell anyone about this because i'm not sure if it was just a nightmare or if it was real.

The following week, i was awakened yet again. But this time it's like someone was on top of me. I couldn't breath again, i couldn't move. It was like someone was restraining me. I hear a short erratic breaths. My skin along my jaw and neck are tingling. My legs were slowly pulled apart, i was fighting it whatever it was. It was strong i could feel someone restraining may hands. It didn't last long enough Because thank goodness my sister came in to wake me up for school. I never had a nightmare since then. Maybe because I don't sleep that much anymore.

There are no winged creatures. There are no bloodthirsty monsters, no, there aren't even any definite shapes, and that is what scares me the most. They're a pale yellow blob of matter, some thinner than paper and some wider than Earth itself. I see no definite sizes, just too large, too small, too tall, too short. The especially large ones suffocate me, constricting my chest so that I can't breathe, and the especially small ones make my head feel as if it is about to explode. The worst part is when they shrink down or grow to a normal size, and I think that it's over for the night, but hen they expand and expand and expand until I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't see. Nothing frightens me more than that, and I'm left with a single sure fact: nothing frightens me more than that which I do not know.

When I was about eight years old or maybe ten I had a nightmare about my father. It had just been after his back surgery. I remember being at home. My dad was sitting in a chair and he told me "Hey Andrea, can you scratch my leg its really itchy". He has really bad blood circulation in his legs, you are able to see his veins. I tried scratching it but it didn't work. He told me "Get me a knife. Any one of them" so I got him a large carving knife. He grabbed it and began to use it to scratch his leg. At first he barely grazed of the skin. The he began to apply more pressure. Little by little he was tearing the skin off. Once it was peeled right down to the bone that when he was feeling relieved. I remember seeing a pool of blood. Then shot up from my bed being wide awake and having my pillow soaked from the tears that leaked in my sleep. It was the most gruesome dream I had ever had at that age.