I was asleep when I felt it. The unmistakable feeling of someone, or something sitting on the edge of my bed. The whole end of my bed sunk down with the weight. I wanted to scream, but I was frozen with fear. I kept praying for it to stop, “Please go away, please go away.” Then the weight began to shift, and I thought my prayers had been answered. Only too late did I realize that it was moving as if it was going to lay down beside me. I was on my side facing Katie with my back to the wall, and it laid down right behind me, spooning me. A scream was trapped in my throat and I started to cry as I felt its’ breath on my neck. That’s when Katie started screaming, “You promised you’d leave her alone! You promised!” And then it whispered in a voice like crackling smoke, “But I’m so cold.”
I awoke with a start. It was a goddamn dream. I opened my eyes just a tiny bit, and it was there, standing at the foot of my bed. Tears streamed down my face, I wanted to call out for Katie but I didn’t want it to know I was awake either. In my head I silently prayed that she would wake up. I didn’t want to be alone, I wanted her to be with me, but she was dead to the world and I was there, with this thing. I didn’t know what else to do so I burrowed under my comforters, wrapping it so tightly around me that no air could escape. Only when I was completely out of oxygen would I sneak open one side to take a single gulp of air, only to return to my sweltering prison.
I didn’t sleep that night. I simply counted down the minutes until my alarm would go off while drifting in and out of restless consciousness. When I finally escaped the room I looked awful, I had bags under my eyes and looked as if I hadn’t slept in weeks. Yet I didn’t feel it was believable for me to tell a professor I would be absent because I was being haunted. Now this thing wasn’t just waking me up, it was getting inside my head and fucking with my daily life. I was done. That was the last straw. I grabbed my trusty body pillow Herbert, my comforter, and my pillow and moved out. Kalia and Lauren lived around the corner and had a futon and they let me sleep there for a few nights.
As I recall this now I am still getting chills down my arms. As I spoke to Katie recently about the incident we realised that the thing was mocking Katie through my dreams. It had taken her words and thrown them back at her in her own voice. Like are you actually fucking with me, come on, so if we had just ignored it we could have avoided this whole situation!? But back to the story.
Katie told me that when she went home for the weekend she would bring crystals to help ward the room, since we weren’t allowed to burn sage, which would have been just as effective. She also told me that when I moved out for those few nights that she yelled at it again, telling it to fuck off because she was done with its’ shit. I was feeling more relieved with the verbal beat down the thing had received, and the prospect of warding the room. Katie had lent me a pair of Citrine earrings, a stone that helps to pull darkness from yourself and where you are. As my life was muddled from fear, I wore them 24 hours a day to increase happiness and clean my energy. I figured the worst was over and waited patiently for the weekend.
It was the middle of the night and as mentioned, my desk was right by the head of my bed. I had a glass Snapple bottle there filled with water. I remember hearing what sounded like a thud, but didn’t think much of it and rolled over going back to sleep. Early in the morning I heard Katie rustling around near the head of my bed, which was odd because she normally never wakes up before 11 am. There was what sounded like broken glass being cleaned up. I sort of rolled up to see Katie huddled by my desk cleaning up pieces of glass.
Concerned I asked what had happened. She started tentatively, asking if I remember knocking over my Snapple bottle. I didn’t, because I wasn’t awake from any disturbances last night. Apparently the bottle had been knocked from my desk. The top was shattered at the head of my bed, right near my desk, but the bottom of the bottle was not. It lay with the jagged glass face up, on the other side of the room, right under where Katie would have put her foot down when getting out of bed in the morning. If she hadn’t looked down she would have had a shredded foot. The thing in our room was a little more malevolent than either of us had anticipated. As if I wasn’t already having enough trouble sleeping at night.
Finally the weekend came, Katie was gone, I wasn’t going to sleep alone in the room, and I waited for Sunday night. She brought back amethyst to place by the head of my bed, and to put in the four corners of the room. Katie warned me that by bringing the bag of crystals that the thing could get violent and recommended that I don’t sleep in the room. I gladly obliged and peaced the fuck out.
The next night I was relieved to see that it had finally stopped. The room felt lighter and I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night anymore. I don’t know what it was in the end, but I know that I am warding every goddamn house I live in from now on. Something I read a long time ago said that all those shadows you see from the corner of your eye are actually spirits, and never have I believed that more than I do now. It is when you seek them out that they make their presence known. I’d recommend to everyone to smudge your homes with sage, have amethyst near your bed, and to bless your homes with whatever works for you: holy water, salt, and so on. Better safe, than haunted.