Whispers
Most people who read this will remember my story about the incident at the river... well, this is just one of the recurring encounters that I have in my bedroom every night without fail.
Every night, when I get into my room to sleep, (which I never really get a chance to do) I will always find something that I keep on a top shelf sitting in the middle of my bed. After I put it away and lay down, I'll start hearing what sounds like whispers. I can never really tell what they're saying, but every now and again, I hear my name being mentioned, like a group of people are talking about me or something. I have a habit of lifting my head slighting and opening my eyes a little, just to check and make sure nobody is standing there and I'll always see four shadowed figures at the end of my bed staring at me. If I try to open my eyes all the way and stare at them head on, they disappear, so I've learned to watch them out the corner of my eye.
They continue speaking and looking at me like they are trying to decide what to do. At this point, I usually get a really bad feeling that whatever they decide, it isn't going to be in my best interest, but I make myself lay there and wait, thinking, every night, maybe something will change. When they seem to make up their mind, the one standing directly opposite to me will reach out and grab my ankles. And yes, I can feel hands gripping me, then I feel the shadow start to pull me down the bed towards it and when another shadowed figure, who I can never notice beforehand, no matter how hard I try, suddenly will lean over me and start to whisper angrily at them.
They always let me go, and they always disappear after that. If anybody has any idea what I should do, or whatever these things might be, please let me know because it is starting to drive me a little nuts. Other things happen after that, like footsteps and hisses, and it has gotten to the point where I've started to sleep in my parent's room with my mom the first half of the night, just to get some sleep.--From YourGhostStories.com
Black-Cloaked Entity
When I was about 6 or 7 years old, this was sometime during the winter of around 2002-3, I was living in a home in Cranbrook, B.C., Canada. I had a frightening experience that I would never forget.
I went to sleep like any ordinary night. The sky was pitch black like any other ordinary night, but I awoke suddenly without knowing what was going on... I just suddenly became conscious. Then immediately after I witnessed a cloaked black figure glide through my closed door.
On this figure it was wearing a black cloak as dark as the sky, I couldn't see any sign of a body, but it appeared like it was floating above the ground. The figure didn't say anything as it stood there. I was paralyzed in fear. Then it raised its arm, and all I could see was the sleeve of its cloak raise, and it dropped something. I'm not sure what it was because it was dark, but it appeared to be a sphere of some sort that was about the size of a baseball.
Then there was a bright flash and the figure was gone. Immediately, the night sky lit up, but no light shone in my room. Then what felt like an eternity there were these huge circular white flashes that kept going off in the sky until I passed out.
But the night didn't end there. I had the most horrifying dream a child could have. I was hanging over top of a stove by my neck next to an old man who was also hanging by his neck. He had dirty gray hair with a dirty gray beard. But the most shocking thing about this dream is that his limbs where ripped off.
Where his arms and legs were was nothing but bloody stubs. After this incident I never saw a figure like that again.--From AboutEntertainment.com