This blog is a bit late post Halloween but nonetheless I’m sure people always enjoy an interesting and perhaps even spooky ones for the brave. I wish I didn’t have any personal encounters and stories to fascinate viewer minds but unfortunately I do.
For as long as I can remember now, I’m a scary cat, plain and simple. I wasn’t always that way, as a child and young teenager I can’t recall ever being too scared of anything, I actually enjoyed a pretty good adrenaline rush every now and then. However many unforeseen events occurred in my life during my mid-teenage years and I can’t pinpoint if that’s really what shook my soul out of sync, but nonetheless, something snapped out of place and my entire thought process was never the same again.
Fast forward to my college years, I moved from my small home town to Minneapolis MN in the fall of 2006. Now we all have heard the stories as children, especially if you are Asian, about sleep paralysis and all the unknown eerieness that comes with that right? So here I am excited about life as a young adult in a bustling new city and just trying to settle into my new home. I responded to an ad for a lower level duplex rented out by this young bachelor. I went to see the place and wanted it right away, you can say I was young and stupid and impulsive. At first glance the place seemed okay, pretty light and airy. It had 2 bedrooms, a small kitchen and a wide open living room, plenty of essentials for a college student.
I moved in in September and I remembered something very odd that struck out right away. Prior to moving in, the landlord, who lived in the upstairs duplex asked if I could move in sooner, he’d like some company because it was too quiet and “cold”. As creepy and eerie as that statement was, I didn’t make much of it and moved in a couple of weeks later. I settled in and felt like things went pretty well the first month, even though the only thing furnished was my room I was still happy and excited as can be, even threw a house warming party with all my friends and family.
Soon, the excitement settled and the happiness ended. One night I dreamdt that I woke up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, something I regularly did. Then there was a knock on the bathroom door, I thought it was odd but opened it anyway and saw what I thought was a man that brushed pass. So I asked my husband, who was my then boyfriend, to go check. When he came back, he had a very expressionless look on his face and just said “it was a man, he’s not happy that you’re here, this is his home”. And just like that I woke up. You bet it was disturbing, and I never really got over it. A string of events would follow this incident.
Maybe it was the fear that lived and remained in me that instigated the proceeding events, regardless, it happened, and it was real. Honestly, I try very hard not to think of it anymore. I try very hard to lock it in the past. Not soon after this dream I would encounter the first bizarre happening. It was a Friday night I am sure, Koby had to work overtime. And I remember just being uneasy all day knowing I was going to be alone. We even worked it out that I would try to fall asleep and he wouldn’t wake me up before he goes to work at 11pm. But it didn’t work and I was toggling between being half asleep and half awake when he left, you know, the perfect timing for a phenomenon to occur. I had been sleeping on my tummy, with my head turned to the left. Perhaps I may have dozed off, I’m sure I did, but when I woke up in a haze I heard some movement like walking on carpet and then saw someone standing by me. A tall figure with a hood that resembled much of what Koby wore, at least that’s what I thought. I was awake, at least partially, I know that because I was consciously thinking all of these things. I thought perhaps he forgot something and came back. But I realized the figure wasn’t moving and then my heart started pounding and I realized I couldn’t move. I fought and fought and fought tirelessly, but I still couldn’t move, could barely breathe. So I decided that perhaps if I closed my eyes I would be less scared. In what felt like forever, I still couldn’t move. And then I felt the bed sink down next to me…and I knew.. exactly what was happening. I could see it laying down right next to me, and I tried my best not to stare. At this point my body went into fight or flight so with all my might my one arm went in for a punch and I broke free and fell to the floor. I think it took me less than a split second to rush out of the house with my keys and phone in my night gown in the dead of night. It was October, the night air was brisk. I had no idea where I was going to go and what I was going to do. I sat in my car and cried as I drove around contemplating my next step. I browsed through my phone and made multiple calls to no response. Finally, someone picked up, an acquaintance, a good friend of my cousins. He made it to my house in no time and sure enough brought along his rosary. After all of the reassurances took place, he made camp on my bedroom floor that night and I was able to finally get some shut eye. He was definitely my savior angel that night.
This went on for what seemed like a continuous vicious cycle, I just no longer witness any sightings except for one night a couple of weeks prior to moving out. And this time, I wasn’t sleeping alone. Koby was right next to me when I fell asleep. I swear him and I were just talking, I must have just slipped off into a quick sleep but before I knew it my eyes were open and I saw something sitting, straddled on top of me, strangling me. Something ugly, evil, laughing. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, refused to close my eyes. So once again, I fought, and when it realized that I was fighting, it removed its hands from my neck, cackled and reached over to Koby’s neck. I thought, “oh hell no”. With the strength of a hundred men, I got up to reach over to throw a punch amid screaming “f*** you” and flew right out of bed on the other side of Koby.
The length of time I was in this house was 3 months. It felt like an eternity. I cried every night, I feared in day light, I feared even more when darkness fell. I dragged coming home from work, dragged coming home from school. If there’s anything that I never stopped being reminded of about that house was how cold it was, it was ALWAYS so cold, so damp.
Anyway, that was the last of that! My dad has taken a lot of time to convince and reassure me that it was nothing but a twilight moment perceived through fear and nothing more, otherwise known as the mind playing tricks on you. Thanks for reading, I hope it was a good Friday read for you! J