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This whole incident still remain fresh in my head and I think the bizarre nature of the occurrence has changed my orientation about paranormal event.
It was late around evening time when I began preparing myself for bed. My mother was away for the week and I had the house to myself. It was something I was utilized to, yet something about that evening felt unique.
I took my shirt off, eliminated my contacts and covered myself under my covers. I kept my windows open around evening time. There was continually something quieting about hearing the trees stir and the breeze blow. I gradually floated off to rest.
I woke unexpectedly to my window pummeling shut. I checked my telephone in a frenzy: 3:09 a.m..
My vision was foggy and I mixed to discover my glasses on my bedside table. The night was still.
could it have been real that my window could slam on it own without anyone doing so, my windows isn't easy to pull nor close, isn’t that crazy? I thought. There was no wind and I was the only living thing at home.
I ran down the stairs to ensure every one of the entryways were locked and ran back up the steps. The window was open once more.
I have never been one to allow my psyche to go to irrational spots, yet this was something I was unable to fold my mind over. I hammered the window shut, got once again into bed and attempted to persuade myself it was only an abrupt whirlwind.
I woke again to the sound of my bed squeaking. My bed consistently made clamors while I thrashed around in the evening, so I didn't consider anything it until I heard strides at the foot of my bed, trailed by another squeak.
A shadowed lady figure sat at the edge of my bed. I was totally frozen and had chills running up my arms and spine. She turned her body gradually as though she enjoyed uncovering herself to me.
She had long, silver hair with what resembled a dim hood. Her skin was delicate and wrinkled. Her eyes were dim and her grin was difficult to make out. Her nose was unmistakable and witch-like.
I gazed at her for seemingly hours. I was totally incapable to talk or move. I was deadened with dread.
I flickered and inside the space of seconds I felt an unexplainable tension on my chest. I was currently eye to eye with the elderly person. I felt her super cold hands squeezing into my exposed skin. Her eyes were dark and her grin developed bigger the harder she squeezed.
"This isn't genuine" I rehashed to myself.
"This isn't genuine,"
"This isn't genuine,"
"This isn't genuine."
It took everything within me to let out what I felt was a last breath, or shout.
I felt a moment alleviation. My heart steadied and the load in my room cleared. I immediately stood up out of fear and quickly turned the lights on. I glanced wildly around the room maybe something had occurred to my surprise, the room was totally undisturbed. My chest was solid, there were no hand imprints or red engravings on my skin.
"Had it recently been a terrible dream?" I asked myself.
What I encountered felt so genuine but then it was so unexplainable.
I kept the lights on the rest of the evening.
The following thing I realized my alert sounded and the light from my window illuminated my room.
The window was open.