I was living in a rented room in a house owned by a young woman and her fiance, along with another young woman who rented the room
adjacent to mine. We were all in the range of 25-30 years of age and loved the whole arrangement. My room had a small elongated window
that faced the side of the house, too high up for a person of normal height to reach.
One night at around midnight (I know that sounds hokey!) I was in awakened from a very deep sleep. I liked to face the wall when I slept, yet for some reason I felt compelled to turn over and look straight up at the window. Looking back at me were the faces of a tall young man and a shorter young woman. I distinctly remember thinking how tall he must have been to be able to reach for me to see!! So I blinked VERY hard (yeah, I know hokey again...) and looked up at the window again. This time the images were even MORE clear! I could see the young man's shoulders, I could see he had on a black leather jacket, I could see he had sandy brown hair and brown eyes! I could see that the young woman had long blonde hair. I could see she was see she was wearing a dark colored button-down blouse with a pointy colar. They both had a curious look, almost expressionless, yet kind of surprised. We three just froze there for what seemed like hours, yet it was only seconds before my hand involuntarily reached over and flicked on the light.
A reaction I truly had not even given any thought to occurred: In the flash of the light they were gone. I felt a strange sense of
sadness accompanied (of course) by relief. I then got up to take the proverbial look but could not reach the window. I then tried to
stand on my bed &
nightstand, having to stretch to just get my face into the corner to
try and look out. There was no sign of anyone.
There was no sign of anything outside or hiding under the
bedroom furniture.
I figured if they were actually there, they made it out of my sight while I was fumbling with the "props" to see. I finally resigned
myself to the thinking that the pair were looking for someone or casing the joint and that I would be sure to tell my roomie and her
fiance that someone was lurking the next day. I went back to sleep.
Well, the "fiance" wasn't around and the roomie wasn't going to be home till later that night so I kept my "mishap" to myself and
went on with my day. However that night, I was "visited" once again! Again, I was sound asleep, facing the wall in my usual fashion,
when I abruptly awakened, rolled over and to my surprise only the young man appeared and this time he was standing at the foot of
my bed! He was standing next to a brass coat rack I had stationed there and I could see him VERY clearly. I recognized his same
attire and could also see that he had on black jeans and black square-toed boots. However this time he had a very different
expression on his motion-less face, sort of anger and confusion all at once. I felt a little frightened yet very curious as to
why he had that look on his face -- after all, I was where I WAS supposed to be! WHY was HE standing there and what right did he
have to look at me THAT way!!?
Now don't ask me why I was feeling so indignant. Maybe because this "stranger" was now standing inside of MY room and in my awakened
state felt that he was causing me great inconvenience -- or that I just did not know what he wanted exactly. So, once again, and
this time somewhat consciously, I reached over slowly and flipped on the light. GONE! Once again, he just disappeared. Just then
I noticed my heart pounding so loudly that it seemed to be filling my ears with percussion.
My back was soaked with sweat, which left me feeling cold. I was leaning on my right elbow and could not seem to let go and either
lay back down or sit up. I just sat there, trying to make a rational decision of which explanation made the most sense. Did I really
see someone or was I having the most vividly physical dream? I knew I was wide awake, so the latter of the two was not going to
register in my logical mind. I finally lay back down staring up at the ceiling leaving the light on thinking that somehow it would
help to me to "read" my thoughts more clearly. I finally and knowingly drifted off to sleep.
The next day I was informed that the couple I lived with were going to be out till around midnight at some engagement dinner. I was
okay with that, after all this couldn't actually happen again and I was telling myself that I was just being over-reactive to a dream.
After all, just let it happen I thought. Then I might know for sure.
Well lo and behold it did! It was the same scenario, sleeping facing the wall, awakened abruptly, rolled over and - GASP!
He was standing RIGHT NEXT TO ME! Not more than an arm's length! I could not move, I could not breathe, and I wanted to scream,
speak, SOMETHING! My mind was saying call the roommate's fiance (you know, the male-come-the-rescue thing!). I could not do any
of the above. I just sat there looking into his eyes. Only this time his expression was of understanding, as was mine.
We just looked at each other for what seemed like forever. Finally my discomfort got the better of my and I found my very warbled
voice and called out the "fiance's" name! He seemed to dissipate right before my eyes. I was then able to quickly reach over and
turn on the light, keeping in mind that he might touch my arm. He did not. He just SLOWLY dissipated. As if he was made out of mist.
I again found myself resting on my elbow. This time I was able to sit up, which is what I did for about 20 minutes again trying to
find the answers to what I just witnessed. I then turned on the television and watched till about 1:30 p.m. in the morning when
I could no longer keep my eyes open and the feeling of "fear" had passed.
The next day I determinedly decided I was going to tell the roommies what happened, from beginning to end, no matter what they
thought or what time they got home. Also, that would give me reason enough not to have to go to bed! I did just that. They did not
arrive home till 11:00 p.m. that night. There I was sitting in the living room, television on, waiting. My roommate (the owner)
was quite surprised to see me, remarking that I NEVER stayed up this late, something must be wrong and was I okay?
I spilled my story. This very strange look came over her face. She then said, "Oh God, I didn't think I would ever have to tell
anyone this ..."
She then told me that a couple of girls ago (who rented the room before me) had a boyfriend who was killed in a motorcycle accident.
She apologized for not telling me before and stated that the girl moved shortly thereafter and there had been several other girls
in between that never had any "incidents" so she had "kinda forgot" about it.
So that was it. It finally all fit into place. Well, I thought, now I am ready. When he comes tonight, I'll see if there is
something I can do to help him understand his situation -- and mine! Unfortunately, I guess he already got his answer because
I never saw him again, and had many full nights of sleep till I moved out about a year and a half later.
