Paranormal Adventures

The Ghost in His Bedroom

One of the scariest feelings things I've ever experienced (as far as paranormal experiences go) happened while I was on Skype with my fiance. Now before I get into this story, I'm going to tell you a little bit about where my fiance lived at the time of this experience.

First off, my fiance's name is David. It's not the name he goes by, but I don't like to use people's common names when telling a sort of personal story.

Okay, so sometime around November 2014 a lot of drama happened in David's family which caused both financial and emotional issues for his mom. This caused her to come to the decision that they would be moving in with David's grandparents. His grandparents have this big spacious house with at least three bedrooms that no one was living in and then a den area that could be used as a bedroom. This was just enough room for David, his mom, and his two siblings. 

Now no one had ever died in this house, but there had been a paranormal experience in there before. David was always the one who had to sleep in his aunt's old room. This room had two big wooden cases with glass windows filled with porcelain dolls. No one was ever allowed to move them or anything, so whoever slept in there just had to ignore their creepy stares. Once while David was just staying over for a few days, I told him about an app I was using for fun. It was some cheap "ghost radar" app that I thought was complete crap, but it was really fun to play around with and creep myself out. On the app it would show up words that the spirit in that area was supposedly trying to communicate to you. Usually it was random words like "hit", "take", or "miss". Nothing was really shocking about that, but I was having fun with it regardless. So I talked David into downloading it and while he was playing with the app, he began to get really creeped out. I asked him why he was letting just a little fake app freak him out. He then explained to me that the words that were being spoken on the app were all colors and all of the colors being said just so happened to be the colors of the dresses the dolls in the glass cases were wearing. He ended up deleting the app and trying to forget that ever happened. He already hated dolls and that did not help.

A year later (in 2014, like I said) David moved in to that room for good and it became his. He still wasn't allowed to move the dolls or their cases though. He was constantly trying to ignore the fact that there were creepy dolls staring at him as he slept, but every now and then something would remind him that they were there.

One night while we were both asleep and still on Skype, David and I both woke up to a weird noise. It was coming from his end and it was so loud that even I could hear it. I didn't think much of it and I'm pretty sure I just fell back asleep. The next time I woke up David started questioning me about whether I heard the loud noise or not. He said he seen me moving when it woke him up, so he knew it had at least startled me a little. I told him I heard it and everything, then I asked him if he ever figured out what it was. Seeming a little freaked out, he explained to me that he woke up to the doll case (which was almost tall enough to reach the ceiling) shaking rapidly. He said that nothing else in the room or the house was shaking. Everything was still, but the doll case was shaking so hard that things were actually falling inside of it. He had hoped it was just a dream, but when he woke up he noticed that things that were once in the dolls hands had fallen against the glass windows. There's no way those things could've fallen without force and even if someone had opened the case up and moved them, they wouldn't be pressed up against the glass windows (which were attached to the only door on the case. Not long after this, David began to think he could hear a little girls voice call out from the side of his bed and he swore that some of the dolls in the glass case near his bedroom door had turned their heads to face his bed. He hated that room and it really freaked him out, but all that was just the beginning of the creepiness.

Fast forward to about a month ago, David started being woken from his sleep to knocking noises. I heard it once while we were in the middle of talking one night, but it usually just happened as he was sleeping. This scared him a little, but he just ignored it. This went on for a few weeks and it finally stopped.

Now to talk about what literally scared me to the point of me having a panic attack in the middle of the night. Around the beginning of the week last week David and I began Skyping again (his internet had not been working in awhile) and when it got time for us to fall asleep, I wasn't really tired. Since I wasn't tired enough yet, I decided to just lay in bed and play on my phone. David and I said out goodnight's and he quickly fell fast asleep. Being the weird girl that I am, I looked over at David to see if he was still sleeping and I noticed something strange. His covers were slowly falling off of him. I tried to tell myself it was just gravity, but the way the covers were being moved, it seemed more like they were being pulled. Also, this cover was very heavy and if part of it fell off his shoulders the rest of it would not be bothered. I really tried to come up with every explanation. Every time the covers would move, David would pull them back up to his neck while still asleep, and each time he did this they would move again only faster. I began to get more nervous each time it happened, but just as I started to calm down, I watched the cover bunch up like it was being gathered in someones hands and then it was literally tugged down off of him. I freaked out, woke him up, and made him get up out of his bed and check to make sure no one was hiding under his bed. I was so convinced there was someone in his room playing a joke on him or something. He was sort of frustrated with me so he just left the cover that he thought was "falling" on his waist and feet and grabbed another cover to just wrap around his arms and stomach. It wasn't long after he fell asleep that I seen the end of the cover from the side of the bed get tugged, like someone was now beside his bed instead of at the bottom. Then I watched it get pulled completely off of him. I ended up crying and having a panic attack, because I was so freaked out and afraid for his safety. After a long hour and a half, the covers finally stopped moving and I was able to relax.

Thankfully, he moved out the day after that happened. I'm glad don't have to worry about that anymore, but I still wonder what was in that room with him that night and what was it trying to do. Was it trying to communicate or was it trying to do harm? Maybe it's best that I don't know it's intentions.