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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night to find a spectral figure hovering over me. I'll blink my eyes and try to wake up fully, and as I do, the figure will recede as if in realizing I'm awake it needs to retreat until I'm asleep again. Sometimes it happens only moments after I fall asleep and I suddenly find myself jarred awake for whatever reason. Sometimes the figure will stay there, hovering for a moment, before it pulls away.
I have no idea why I see these things but it is utterly terrifying when it happens, even when I know whatever I'm seeing will disappear. Afterwards, I have a hard time falling back asleep and I keep opening my eyes again and again to make sure that whatever I saw isn't there anymore. I keep looking at the spot where I saw the phantasm, trying to see if there was some shape or object that my brain turned into the figure, but there's nothing but a blank wall or the closet door or the hallway outside the bedroom, and none of those things is even remotely shaped like what I'd seen.
Last night, I saw one again -- it was like long tendrils of mist or smoke reaching out to me from the dresser. I stared at it, waiting for it to disappear but it didn't, so I reached my hand out to try and swat it away. My hand felt only air, but the tendrils pulled back into nothingness. When it was gone, I couldn't sleep, terrified that something was approaching me from behind. Haddayr came home a few minutes later, and I had to call her upstairs because I was too afraid to be alone. I really don't know what's going on with my brain, but I wish this would stop.
I have no idea why I see these things but it is utterly terrifying when it happens, even when I know whatever I'm seeing will disappear. Afterwards, I have a hard time falling back asleep and I keep opening my eyes again and again to make sure that whatever I saw isn't there anymore. I keep looking at the spot where I saw the phantasm, trying to see if there was some shape or object that my brain turned into the figure, but there's nothing but a blank wall or the closet door or the hallway outside the bedroom, and none of those things is even remotely shaped like what I'd seen.
Last night, I saw one again -- it was like long tendrils of mist or smoke reaching out to me from the dresser. I stared at it, waiting for it to disappear but it didn't, so I reached my hand out to try and swat it away. My hand felt only air, but the tendrils pulled back into nothingness. When it was gone, I couldn't sleep, terrified that something was approaching me from behind. Haddayr came home a few minutes later, and I had to call her upstairs because I was too afraid to be alone. I really don't know what's going on with my brain, but I wish this would stop.
