The Inbetween Worlds. The times where some thing has entered into my dreams, or where some thing wakes me from sleep by being in the room. Some things I see with my own eyes, other times in my minds' eye or third eye. Just because something is happening in your head, doesn't mean it's not real. The previous post in this series is Dreams Part 2. I call this event The Frankenstein-Slimer, but that's only now that I know more of the story. So to begin, I'm about five and I'm lying in bed asleep. I feel like something is in the room, but I'm afraid to wake up and open my eyes. I do wake up and gently open my eyes and Slimer from Ghostbusters is hovering up at the ceiling past the foot of my bed. I know people will say, "Ah, but you'd just seen Ghostbusters, that's all this is." No, it was very real, I could feel the energy even while I was sleeping and it's what woke me up. I don't know what it really was, but it was green and glowing, it's just that the only thing I knew to associate it with was Slimer. I knew that I mustn't move. I knew that I mustn't make a sound. It couldn't know that I knew it was there. It was and wasn't watching me all at the same time. I'd barely have an eye open, but enough to see, and when it would look towards me, I'd gently and calmly lower my lids. I don't even remember if I allowed myself to breathe. It took every ounce of everything I had to keep myself calm and not exude fear. I kept getting the feeling of I'd be attacked if it knew I knew it was there and I also kept getting the ping of "Dad" associated with it. I do not feel that my dad specifically sent this thing to threaten me, but I do feel like it was attached to my dad or something. Now fast forward twenty four years into the future and I'm 28. My sister and I are talking late one night about our creepy encounters. We weren't very close growing up, but are now. She is six years older than I. She experienced the same thing when she was five. They'd just moved into this house, so my childhood bedroom was hers at first. Her bed was positioned on the west wall by the window, just as mine had been. She felt like something was in the room with her while she was sleeping and she felt fear, but knew she had to control her fear, to be calm; so barely opening her eyes because it couldn't know she knew; there, hovering near the ceiling past the foot of the bed was Frankenstein Monsters' disembodied head. This was 1980, so Ghostbusters hadn't come out yet. The only thing she could associate the green glowing mass with was Frankenstein's Monster. It was about 3 - 4 feet of bright lime green in a sort of slightly undulating mass, which is exactly what I saw. She had to keep calm and it was and wasn't looking at her at the same time and when it was looking at her, she'd drop her lids calmly, then open then again slightly. She also had the feeling at the time, that ping about "Dad". We had the exact same feelings and the exact same experience, but to a child of five, they inputted the only thing they could associate with a bright green glowing mass hovering above their bed; Frankenstein Monsters' head or Slimer from Ghostbusters. In my early twenties, I was dreaming and my sleeping self felt like I wasn't alone in the waking world. My eyelids would shoot open and in my third eye I would see these beings. It was only for a second, but they were slight rainbow colours, one being more blue, one being more purple, and one being more green. They were only about three feet tall. They were hovering near my head, their bodies were thin, long wisps of that rainbow light and they had small heads with pointed ears with kind but angularly sharp faces. They're arms were long and thin. I'd wake up, get the image in my mind, I would audibly hear "Shh... go back to sleep, we're just cleansing. You're OK." and I'd fall back asleep. Start back dreaming whatever dream was going on and again I felt like I wasn't alone in the waking world and my eyelids would shoot open to the image of these beings and they'd tell me again, "Shh... We're just cleansing, you're safe, go back to sleep." and I would go back to sleep. The fifth time that I woke up, same image, but this time the real and audible words (as in I'm not hearing it in my head, I'm hearing it whispered in the room right next to the left side of my body, my ears are picking it up) that were spoken were, "We are finished." and my sleeping self, in my mind, was like, "What the hell?!?" and I didn't get drowsy again, but opened my eyes wide, and lifted myself up in the bed and looked at the spot where the'd been. The feeling of not being alone wasn't there, because I was now alone. I have absolutely no idea what that was. They did feel really nice though, not evil or creepy in anyway, it was just creepy that I was being pulled from the dream world by the feeling of not being alone and then remembering that there were small rainbow beings saying, "We're just cleansing, you're safe, go back to sleep." Around the same age, but I don't remember if it was before or after that previous event, I was lying in bed and sleeping. I heard a noise in the waking world and felt like I wasn't alone. I wake up and open my eyes and 3 foot mass of black, a humanoid shape, darker than the not pitch black room was quickly hobbling towards my slightly open door and out of it. I turned on the light and my cat, Bao-Bao, was on high alert sitting on top of me and looking straight at the door. It didn't feel completely horribly evil like other things, but it didn't feel like the nice and happy Cleansing Elves or whatever they were. It did feel pretty creepy, and I mean not just waking up and seeing something (because yeah that was creepy as hell), but I mean the energy it was exuding felt rather creepy. So it might not have been the worst thing out there, but it wasn't a good thing. I'm on a trip with my sister in my early thirties and we're staying at this B & B. It's not reported as haunted, but immediately when we pull up to it, I don't want to go in. At all. I don't get creeped out by buildings even if they look spooky. I only get creeped out by buildings when they feel spooky. Which is different. The Spook Meter on this out was through the roof, though the house didn't look spooky. I remember entering the vestibule and I got a feeling of dread above me. The lighting fixture was an arrow pointing down. Like if it had fallen, the arrow would have gone straight through my skull. You couldn't see the light fixture unless you were inside the vestibule, which was a small space, and you had to look all the way up, bending your neck back all the way to see it. After that, the entire building just felt really full. I felt like I was being watched, I felt like I was in a crowded building, though the only people there were me, my sister, and the owner checking us in for the night. Upon going up the stairs, I audibly heard a whisper of "Run." "Hey, (insert sisters name), did you just say something?" "No." The least creepy spot in that entire building was our room, even though there was a dark haired ghost girl (like a teenager, not little kid) that hung out in there. I don't know if that was her favourite spot, of if she was there because she liked us. I only saw her in my minds eye as well and I believe she was from the early 20th century and she had long dark hair and was about 15 - 17 years old. So, we stayed a week. It was one of the worst weeks of my life, but other events will be reserved for creepy, non sleepy time events in a following post. I didn't get a lot of sleep and just about all of it was very un restful. The Sister and I would go to sleep and be awoken by something in the room. I only saw it in my minds eye and the only thing that I can associate it with is that big red furry monster from the Warner Bros. cartoons, Gossamer. Only this thing was black, less tapery at the bottom, with red eyes and not nice at all. It was huge and would fill most of the room and it would just stand there breathing heavily (which I didn't hear audibly, but only in my minds eye). You'd wake up, know that that thing was just standing there lurking and the overhead light would be really bright (we didn't leave it on), and you'd internally hear the ghost girl say, "Go back to sleep, I got this. Look at the pretty lights, go back to sleep." and the lights would dim and be really soothing and you'd fall back asleep. Every damn night this shit happened. Multiple times a night. Waking up in fear and being drowsed back to sleep. That thing, I felt like wasn't part of the house, though their certainly was a lot there. I think it was a portal house though, because that would explain the feeling of fullness and feeling crammed in. I think it was sent and it had an easy access to get to us, since it was a portal house. But the ghost girl was fighting it and protecting us. I think she was using the light to keep it at bay. One night I woke up and the thing was there, always on my sisters side of the bed, and the overhead light was low. I really needed to pee, but also was afraid to get out of bed. My sister had been telling me that I can't be so afraid of things, so petrified. So, I figured I'd hitch up my big girl panties, assume that I was crazy and the thing wasn't really there and go and relieve myself. But I could feel the ghost girl saying, "No, not yet. Not yet!" The lights got really bright and I could feel her say, "Now, go now!". I peed, the lights were still bright over our bed, and I could feel her saying, "Hurry up!", I didn't wash my hands and ran back to bed and jumped in. The lights stayed bright for about 10 - 20 seconds longer and then faded half-way. During the same trip, we decided to sightsee a little on our way home. That didn't work out as we went one place, that night and the following day were a living freaking nightmare and we didn't stop driving and there was no more sightseeing, but most of that is for a different post. So we get to our destination and the guy from the previous B & B recommended this house. The guy is friendly and sometimes lets a room, and was willing to for us. That whole town is fucking creeps-ville, man, and the house next door was super creepy. This one was far less creepy, but it didn't stop the thing from following us, or for a different thing (sent by the same person) to follow us. It's hard to explain, but you get these sensations and feelings and everything pings in you that this is different or this is also bad as well as different. Things were relatively fine. We went to sleep. Sometime in the night, every fiber of my being told me that I needed to wake up. "Wake up NOW!" But I also got the feeling that I needed to be very calm about it. So, I did. My eyes shot open, but I just laid there and tried to be calm. To the left of me I felt this energy that filled me with terror and it audibly sounded like some horrible monster was right beside me in the bed. I gently rolled over a little to look and the sound is emanating from my sister and she opens her eyes and turns to look at me, only there's something looking out of those eyes that isn't my sister. My initial impulse was to run screaming from that house, but I knew I had to be calm and not let on that I knew anything was amiss. Her face sneered at me and in my minds eye I could see slit pupils where hers were. I felt like I might vomit right then and there. A mixture of being so scared and keeping it locked up tight, though my heart felt like it would burst from my chest and explode and the fact that I was about a million miles away from home and I didn't know what to do for my sister. So, I smiled. The thing, in my minds eye, chuffed, and lowered it's eyes and then it and my sister went back to sleep. I gently got out of bed and it was watching me, I could tell. I heard my sister in a flat tone say, "What are you doing?" I braced myself, turned back around, smiled again and said, "I gotta pee." It did the same thing, like it believed nothing was amiss and didn't care with the minds eye chuff and lowering of lids to slits before they both went back to sleep. I couldn't cry, I couldn't beak down. For one, the thing's not supposed to know I know and showing fear is really bad. Plus, I knew that if I started crying, I would never stop. I'd end up being a basket case and wouldn't be able to get home. After the week I'd had, I knew if I started, it would be over. I stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes. Then peeked out the door to have my sister with her non sistery eyes staring at me. I smiled again and it went back to sleep. Thirty minutes later I decided I'd get my book. I opened the door and it was staring at me again. "I'm not feeling too well, so I might be awhile and held up my book." The thing inside her did a snarl leering smile, but it didn't realize I knew that it wasn't my sister. I stayed awake in that bathroom trying to hold it all together the entire rest of the night. When it was daylight I looked out again. The noises had stopped for a bit by then and my sister wasn't just staring at me when I opened the door. It didn't feel like the thing was still there. I sat there watching her. She didn't seem like a thing all curled up inside of her with creepy hands. She didn't seem like some weird lizard monster thing lying there inside of her skin. When she did open her eyes, the slit eyes weren't there and my sisters normal sleepy voice was like "stop smiling like that, it's creeping me out!" because I was smiling again to be on the safe side. "Was I smiling before?" I asked. "Yes, you were being creepy, I'd wake up and you'd be smiling all weird. What was wrong with you?!" "What do you remember about last night?" I asked. Her eyes opened wide. "I mean, you just remember me smiling at you?" "Yeah...wait... something wasn't right." "Umm... (insert sisters name), I think something was in you last night. Something creepy." That got her attention and somehow though she didn't really remember, it pinged with her. I believe she said son of a bitch because she knew who'd sent it. I told her what happened, what I'd witnessed, and how I'd holed myself up in the bathroom all night and didn't get any sleep. I don't know if my time spent in the bathroom asking for help to get the thing out of my sister is what made it go away or not. Perhaps it was just sent to be there that one night and had to leave when daylight came just because those things aren't around in the day time. Perhaps it would have continued the following night, but with her being aware, she said, "Fuck no!" and it couldn't get back in? I have no idea, but that was one of the scariest nights I've ever had in my entire life. So, night terrors. I can't remember a lot of my night terrors, except possibly some of those real nightmares would count as night terrors. I know there are quite a lot of them, but I do try not to remember them. However, only twice during night terrors was I physically touched, which is why I remember them vividly. That and the fact that one happened just three nights ago. The first was that I was laying in my bed. I sleep propped up, so I have three pillows to prop up my feet and legs and three to slightly elevate my head and neck. My body makes a small V, I suppose. So, I'm laying there and I am looking straight ahead and can see the natural wood bookshelf at the end of my bed with my TV on top of it. The door starts to open and I look to the right. I don't see what it is, but something bad has just come in through the door. The door closes. Then in my minds eye I see a very creepy hand slide up over the footboard and under the covers. I see it's gnarly, bony finger with the long creepy and cracked nail pointing forward. The finger touches the top portion of the bottom of my right foot (right below the toes) and quickly swipes its finger down my foot to my heal. It was a feminine energy, it was not a good thing and it was real. I felt it in the waking life and I was pulling my foot away and towards me while I sat up in bed panting. Three nights ago, I'm staying with The Sister somewhere. The room I was staying in, I stayed there for a month last year, and then a few nights since June this year. The first night in that room last year, I felt like I was being watched, even with the lights on. I fixed pillows in that bed, like how I sleep here at home. The bed faces the door onto a small hallway that connects my room with the other bedroom and a bathroom and connects to the larger hallway. I had the bathroom light on and my door open. I was awake and not dreaming and was looking ahead over my legs towards that entrance. I felt like a male energy was watching me. It was creepy. It never entered the room, I never saw anything, I just felt it in waking life. Later that night in my dreams the peoples house were were staying at, their oldest son, whose room I was in, he came to see me. He was not creepy and that was real. Whether it was the energy of him from his time in that room, or really him coming back to that house, I don't know. But he really did show up in that room and said Hello to me, and he wasn't creepy at all. So, I never felt like I was being watched again, until three nights ago, which wasn't my first time in that room since last year, but like my fifth night in that house this year. I felt like I was being watched even with the lights on. Things felt not right before I got into bed. I had a light on and my door open like I always do when sleeping in there and I was propped up just like always. I had a difficult time falling asleep that night, just like the very first night, because I felt like I was being watched from the doorway. Only it felt a lot more sinister than that first night. A completely different entity/energy all together. I finally did fall asleep, though I don't remember falling asleep and it my minds eye I'm facing the window towards the left and this small tree branch with leaves (a young one, nothing hard or that would hurt), I see it in front of my face and it hits me in the face. It didn't hurt, but I felt it and it jolted me awake. My head was facing the window to the left just like I saw it in the dream. It didn't feel bad or creepy, but felt alarming in a way that I couldn't describe at that moment, and I was so tired, that I fell back asleep. This was real as it felt real and I think it was something or someone nice warning me, trying to get me to wake up and stay awake. The next thing I know, I'm awake again looking straight ahead over my legs to the open doorway. In my minds eye I see a black male humanoid shape. It was just a black shape, but it felt male, and it was definitely not the same feeling as the thing from the very first night. I can only see it in my minds eye and it'll be there and then not, like it's flashing in and out of view, like it can become visible and invisible at will. Then I see it at the foot of the bed. It's gone. I feel the bottom right corner of the bed sink down like someone sat down. It feels like five minutes has passed between me "seeing" it at the foot of the bed and feeling the weight on the bed. I say my sisters name in a shaky question. Then the shape is on all fours right beside me in the bed. It's face is over mine and it's got a grip on my right wrist holding my arm back near my face. I try to call out for my sister and I have trouble at first (not uncommon in my night terrors), and when the words do escape they sound like I've had a stroke. Oh, this is the point where I realize that I'm not awake. After this it kept flashing from I thought I was awake to "Holy shit I'm still asleep!" It's the fact that only in my night terrors do I have trouble screaming out for help, and never do I sound like a stroke victim, even though it might sound like someone screaming out in their sleep. That was my clue that I'd been asleep the entire time. I can't move, the thing is holding me down by that one wrist. Sometimes visible, sometimes not. After seeing it in the doorway, it was really there, and not just in my minds eye. I'd try to move, try to scream out, if I could scream out, then it was over and I'd wake up. Lying in bed like nothing happened looking toward the doorway, only to have that thing reappear and re-grip my wrist because it had never left the bed, and 'fuck I'm still asleep!', trying to get free, trying to call out to my sister. It kept happening, where I'd call out and wake up only to find that I hadn't woken up. The entire situation was getting desperate. I was aware of what was happening in my sleep and what I knew was happening in the waking world. The thing that kept waking me up in these dreams (even though they were dreams within a dream within a dream) is that I would hear myself gasp in breath like I had not been breathing and had desperately tried to breath again. It was a huge intake of air like a big snore. Sometimes I do stop breathing in my sleep and my body does this intake and only then do I realize I hadn't been breathing and it wakes me up. Like for real wakes me up. So I knew after all this was over, that I wasn't breathing and my body was restarting the breathing process and that was the noise that was waking me up, even if I still wasn't coming up out of this nightmare land. I also think that when I scream out in dreams and it sounds weird, that I'm really hearing myself trying to scream out in my sleep. I don't know why it was sounding different this time, because some of the times that I scream out in my sleep are real night terrors, but they never sound like I'm having a stroke or have already had a stroke. I also felt like I was about to have a heart attack. That if I didn't wake up for real that this thing would kill me, taking all the life force I had with it. The fourth or fifth time that I woke up, I woke up for real. My right arm was bent back by my head and it felt like something had been touching it in the exact spot that I "dreamt" where the thing was touching it. I realized I was really awake, I turned on the light, jumped out of bed and said, "Now, I'm fucking pissed! You son of a bitch." Then proceeded to the bathroom to pee and into the den to turn on the telly. I didn't feel like I was being watched anymore, but then heard a "click, click" from down the hall. I turned towards the door that led out into the hallway with a scowl, but also felt, "you know what, I need some fucking fresh air after that shit.", so I got up and was walking towards the kitchen door, when I felt someone come into the room, turned around and it was my sister. She'd been asleep in the back bedroom. Then she'd come up from deep sleep, but wasn't awake. She heard my loud, short, desperate for breath snore sound. A little bit of time went by and she heard me call out. "I better get up and check on her." Then she heard the squeaky creak of a door and it felt like there was a third energy in the house to her (she thought someone might have broken in) and she crept down the hall towards the den. I believe her. I didn't close the bathroom door all the way and it does make a creaky squeak sound, but I also did flush the toilet when I was finished (and it's something you would hear in a quiet house even all the way down the hall), so it's weird she didn't hear that. Was there a different squeaky creaky sound than me with the bathroom door? Plus, she said because she thought someone might have broken in, that she didn't turn on any lights, yet the click, click that I heard sounded like someone turning on a lamp, so that is weird too. And she didn't turn on any lights because past my bathroom the house was dark. So what the hell was the squeaky creaky door with no accompanied flushing sound that she heard (or else she heard it when I opened it again after flushing) and what was the click, click sound that I heard if she didn't turn on a light? We told it to get the fuck out and leave us alone while holding the kitchen door open and I washed my right hand and up to my forearm. I can't tell you why that felt like the right thing to do, but it did. Almost like it might still be attached and I needed to wash it away. It's weird, but I think it came from mom. Not on purpose, like not that she left it there or sent it to attack me, but that it is attached to her. Not that it can't attack others, but somehow it's associated with our mom. There are loads more night terrors, Inbetween World experiences, just like there are loads more Dead Dreams and the like, but these are the ones that really stuck out, and I can't include everything because honestly no one's got time for all the creepy I've experienced in my life.
Next up, but not today, I'll be hitting on strictly waking life spooky events.
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