A Nightmare

This morning, I was so tired that I felt drawn to my bed, so I went to my bed and I laid down. It was 9 am, and I was a bit restless at first, but I soon fell asleep. I started to dream about nice things, like moving with my family into a bigger, better house. There was an enormous flat screen tv and an open floor plan downstairs. The couch took up half of the room, but it was very comfortable. My father was being rather ornery, and everything was alright.

Then, I saw a reflection in the window that didn’t belong to either of us. I was then attacked by a cat that I didn’t know was in the house. I got up and ran, assuming the others were with me, although I never saw an indication that they were. As I ran, I saw my dead relatives and family friends, such as my great-grandparents, my aunt, and one of the previous owners of the house we currently live in.

I suddenly opened my eyes and I was in my room, with a horrible face inches from my own. I tried to scream, and I thought I could hear myself screaming but I also didn’t feel myself scream. I tried to reach for a heavy object on my nightstand and throw it, but I couldn’t move. I lay there for a long time, it felt, and suddenly, my eyes snapped open and I sat upright, trying to shake the feeling of eyes on me. It was 10 am. I did everything I could to stay awake.

A Nightmare

Black Man/Shadow Man

I was only about five or six years old when we moved from our appartment into this house that we live in now. It’s over a century old, with additions and different sections in the house that used to reflect the last decade in which they were decorated.

I don’t remember ever been “visited”- or haunted- by the man until we moved in. I don’t remember when it started, but I have many memories of him, or multiple beings even, but I just lump them all together as one.

This story will be in sections of which “man” I’m speaking of.

Silouette Man

I was taking a shower in the downstairs bathroom. It was nighttime, and used to have dark panelling, no windows, and a single flourescent light that had to be turned on early in the morning and left on all day if we wanted light.

That said, there was a lot of shadow in the shower, and I hated how creepy it felt (there were also creepy mirrors, but I’ll get into mirrors on a different post). On one particular night, I had to hurry because some pretty nasty storms were coming. I was in the shower for about ten minutes, just finishing up, when I noticed not just my own shadowed silouette on the wall, but another person’s facing mine. They opened their mouth and had sharp teeth, and growled at me. I hopped out quickly and hurried out, to find it already storming pretty bad.

Mirror Man

One mirror thing I’ll also address next time on my mirrors post is this guy. A brief passing shadow or glimpse of a man beside or behind me in a reflective surface off and on since we got there. It startles me, but there isn’t much else to tell.

Shadow Man

This one will be more extensive.

I sleep in the room my parents used to have when we first moved in, alone. I often feel like I’m being watched or think I see shadows shifting while I’m there, as well as throughout the house. It’s particularly terrifying when I can identify a body shape and sometimes even eyes among the darkness.

One especially chilling even occured when I was sleeping. I dreamed of a man trying to rape me, but he was only a shadow. I was paralyzed and could not wake up until he’d had his way with me. When I woke, I saw a shadow figure, not in the doorway or lingering in the corners, but bent over my bed with beady eyes, and he growled “I am Chuck”, before vanishing.

For months and even years after, “Chuck” would come back to me. I had many dreams of being violated or otherwise harmed by him, or fighting him off, and would often wake to see him in the hallway when I went to the restroom.

The lightswitch to the overhead light is on the outside of my room, and the lamp light doesn’t help at night, as it casts a creepy glow. I haven’t seen him in a while. I just hope he stays gone, I have plenty of new spooks to deal with.

Black Man

No, not African-American man. A faceless, but solid figure, often shadowed or charred, and featureless. I had many dreams of him, too. Although, they were scary, and often of a sexual nature, I never felt pain or woke up with lingering feelings of fear. In fact, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen him outside of a dream. But, this man was very sinister, and raped me often. And even though I only saw him in dreams, I was always wearing what I was wearing while asleep, laying where I was laying while asleep. And unlike shadow man, he would attack when I wasn’t alone, such as sleeping on the couch, or when I still shared a room with my sister, and would follow me from house to house.

I don’t want to ever see any of these men again.

Black Man/Shadow Man