I stumbled upon this site a while ago, and I have been reading the stories for a while, so I have finally decided to tell you one of mine.
It's really not that long of a story, it's just something that happened to me... not a lot of explination is required.
But anyways, I was about 5 or 6 years old, I don't remember for sure, and I lived in a small house in New Hope, Minnesota. I had a room on the main floor, down the hall from my parents room, and both of my brothers rooms were upstairs. I woke up at around one o'clock in the morning, and at first I was just like, oh all right, I'll go back to bed, you know, that kind of thing. But when I really woke up, I realized that I could feel fingers going through my hair. My bed was against the wall, and I was facing towards the rest of my room, and I couldn't see what was 'petting' me. I could feel sharp nails, and I could hear a very raspy breath, like that of someone who has smoked for 50 years of their life, or has just screamed for an hour straight. It was very, very bizzare, to say the least. I don't know how exactly I knew this, but I for some reason had a strong feeling that what was in bed with me was not human. I was afraid to look back and see what exactly it was.
At this point, I was utterly terrified. I was so scared, I couldn't even move, let alone scream, so I just lie there in my bed, waiting for the thing behind me to... leave or disappear, or whatever.
Eventually, somehow, I fell asleep again, and the 'petting' never stopped before I did. I woke up and there was nothing in my room, and no sign of anyone or anything entering or exiting.
I don't know really how to explain what happened that night, and soon I'm sure it will just be a faded memory, but the terror I experienced that night has been surpassed very few times.
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