Paranormal

Hmm. So any kind of experience that's paranormal. Well I've had a lot through my years. Way too many to write and some I don't always remember. But let's try to remember some.

1. When I was a child, around the age of 5, I had a weird dream. In this dream I was running away from three men who wanted to kill and eat me. I was in a house that I remember being in before, but I couldn't remember the exact details of it so in the dream it was all messed up. I ran to the kitchen to hide in a drawer, but someone pulled me out before I could close it. I screamed, but the man put his hand over my mouth and told me to follow him quickly. When he let go I saw that it was my dad. We were running away and he told me that the only way to get back to the real world was to find my real life closet in the dream and run through it. He was a bit slow in the dream, so he constantly would tell me to leave him behind to quickly find it, but I stayed by his side. When I finally saw it in the distance, the three men coincidentally found us and began to chase us down. I was running and pulling my dad along, but the last 20-30 feet he let go of me and I ran ahead in fear, trusting that he would catch up. I jumped straight through and landed on my real life bed. And then I stuck only my head back through to see if he was almost there. He only got his arm through the closet when the guys caught him and I saw them eating him. I woke up instantly and looked at my closet. My dad's hand was formed on my bed with my covers exactly where he made it through and grabbed my bed in the dream.

2. When I was in third grade, I shared a room with my sister. We would always joke about how there was something living under our bed and how we'd sometimes hear it crawling around under there. Then one night, as I slept hugging my blue rabbit teddy that my sister had given to me as a present, I saw a doll that no one in the house had owned. I had woken up out of nowhere and it was dark. My eyes were pretty adjusted to it as I haven't seen light for quite some time and I looked around the room before turning to my side to go back to sleep and coming face to face with a smiling doll that I only recognized from the movie the puppet master. Not the main doll that killed people, but the one with the giant arms and tiny head. The one that smiled showing its teeth. That's what this doll looked like. And I was terrified. But - for an 8 year old - I handled it pretty well. I didn't make a scene. I just moved my blue rabbit teddy between me and this doll ever so slowly and went back to sleep. As I was dozing off, I heard something crawling under our bed extremely fast, but I decided not to think about it.

3. Ever since I could remember I've been seeing things that I know are not there. And it still happens to this day. It's hard to explain, but it's almost like I'm always seeing a TV screen in front of real world objects. Like I can look around and sometimes I just see TV static everywhere I look and if I look past it, I just see the normal world. Behind the static is the desk, the bed, the wall. When I was in kindergarten, this TV screen showed me nice things and sometimes things I wanted to see. I would see flowers and fireworks, the Power Rangers if I wanted to (I was a big fan as a child). Then I grew older and suddenly I would only see monsters, demons, dolls, scary shit, and eyes. So many fucking eyes always watching me. All kinds too. Human eyes, demonic eyes, dead ones, alive ones. I was scared to sleep and would constantly stay up through the night and only sleep in the mornings. Where it was light and the things I saw were so vague that I could ignore them. I wouldn't tell anyone cuz they'd think I was crazy so I just suffered through it alone. Finally I told someone around the time I was in middle school but they just kinda said "oh that must suck." No clue if they believed me or not. To this day I see that shit. Mornings and nights. Just basically all the time. I can ignore it just fine in the mornings and I've gotten used to ignoring it at nights too. But sometimes I'd make the mistake of paying attention to the eyes watching me and the demons playing at the foot of my bed or the monster trying to pounce at my face. Then I have trouble sleeping till I see the first light of the sun around 5-6 am. And closing my eyes doesn't help. I see that shit on my eyelids too.