SouthernMaiden's (1) Real Supernatural Story

[SouthernMaiden]

Feel free to share your own stories of ghosts, demons and aliens. Here's my story. Written on my phone, with my lil thumbs. So dont judge.
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At a very very unstable point in my life, I was very very stressed. I believe this lowered some sort of "defense" we have as living humans.

Then one night, I was having a very calm dream. Dont remember the details. Just that it was nice

Then some voice called to me, in the dream.

"Maiden. Maiden. MAIDEN!"

It called my name and pulled me out of the dream. I was back in reality, in my bed, looking at my dark room.

I looked at the far side of my room. I had a chair, with a shirt over it. In the moment, I knew I was looking at this. But, it morphed into a dark shadow. A writhing mass of pure darkness.

The shadow. Somehow. Grabbed my lower jaw, using some weird power. It forced me down, just pulling downwards on my jaw. IT HURT. It kept pulling, forcing me lower and lower. I couldn't move at all.

In my head. I prayed and begged for help, for it to stop. Over and over. Then I was back in bed, again. Everything was normal.

Now, what is hard to describe is the feeling this thing radiated. Pure hatred. It despised me, and enjoyed hurting me.

I'm used to people hating me because of who I am--it was like that but x 1000!

That's it. The end. Whats your story?

 

[ElijahRyne]

Feel free to share your own stories of ghosts, demons and aliens. Here's my story. Written on my phone, with my lil thumbs. So dont judge.
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At a very very unstable point in my life, I was very very stressed. I believe this lowered some sort of "defense" we have as living humans.

Then one night, I was having a very calm dream. Dont remember the details. Just that it was nice

Then some voice called to me, in the dream.

"Maiden. Maiden. MAIDEN!"

It called my name and pulled me out of the dream. I was back in reality, in my bed, looking at my dark room.

I looked at the far side of my room. I had a chair, with a shirt over it. In the moment, I knew I was looking at this. But, it morphed into a dark shadow. A writhing mass of pure darkness.

The shadow. Somehow. Grabbed my lower jaw, using some weird power. It forced me down, just pulling downwards on my jaw. IT HURT. It kept pulling, forcing me lower and lower. I couldn't move at all.

In my head. I prayed and begged for help, for it to stop. Over and over. Then I was back in bed, again. Everything was normal.

Now, what is hard to describe is the feeling this thing radiated. Pure hatred. It despised me, and enjoyed hurting me.

I'm used to people hating me because of who I am--it was like that but x 1000!

That's it. The end. Whats your story?

Probably not actually supernatural, but here are a few.

When I was in third grade in the same room, rebuilt after, where I was awoken by my dog because of a n electrical fire started in that room 2 years prior. I woke up to the door to the outside of the house and all of the windows being knocked and tapped upon. As I opened my eyes in the corner of the room stood a silhouette of a tall lean man in a cowboy hat. The man was robotically chanting in a sing song voice “Tiiick, Tooock, Tiiiick Tooock Time to Die. Tiiick, Tooock, Tiiiick Tooock Time to Die. Tiiick, Tooock, Tiiiick Tooock Time to Die.….” I had lost the ability to move or to to breathe. However I was struggling and struggling and managed to roll out of my bed onto the floor before passing out. At the time I thought it supernatural, but looking back it was probably sleep paralysis.

Another one in a completely different way, yet still tied to the realm of dreams. When I was 15 or so, for 4 months straight, I would have extremely long vivid dreams that felt like reality. The dreams started extremely similar to my daily life. With each dream being at least a month long in my perspective. I lost sense of time and reality to a small degree only mitigated by the fact that I would always die at the end of those dreams. However those dreams were often eerily accurate to what I or others would do, say, experience, and the like. I was often the quiet kid of the group, so I rarely spoke in the conversations I was in. However, when listening to those conversations they were often exactly the same as a conversation I had dreamt. I never predicted future events, outside of coin flip scenarios, so I don’t actually think I was predicting the future. I just knew the people and environment around me well enough to accurately simulate them in my dreams.

While we are onto the weird dream talk. It was in 2020 I believe, one night I fell asleep and woke up 10 times. Every time that happened I would see/experience something ridiculous in my bed. One time I woke up and my hand was made of hands, that were made of fingers, that were made of hands that were made of fingers, and so on. After that I woke up struggling to get to my nebulizer as my chest was tight and I could barely move. For some dream logic reason, I mentally asked the telepaths controlling my body to stop else I would die. Only for a searing pain to hit my head and the hear “Shit! He is on to us!” This process of ridiculous repeated awakening before passing out continued for a while. I tried to grab my nebulizer, but my hand was made of threads that didn’t want to move I struggled nonetheless before passing out. Then I woke up and began struggling to grab my nebulizer, once more, before it grew legs and walked to me. Only for me to pass out and wake up for good actually using it. In reality this was probably a mix of sleep paralysis, sleep walking, and nightmares but reality feels fake for a while after something like that.

 

[Madkins]

Probably not actually supernatural, but here are a few.

When I was in third grade in the same room, rebuilt after, where I was awoken by my dog because of a n electrical fire started in that room 2 years prior. I woke up to the door to the outside of the house and all of the windows being knocked and tapped upon. As I opened my eyes in the corner of the room stood a silhouette of a tall lean man in a cowboy hat. The man was robotically chanting in a sing song voice “Tiiick, Tooock, Tiiiick Tooock Time to Die. Tiiick, Tooock, Tiiiick Tooock Time to Die. Tiiick, Tooock, Tiiiick Tooock Time to Die.….” I had lost the ability to move or to to breathe. However I was struggling and struggling and managed to roll out of my bed onto the floor before passing out. At the time I thought it supernatural, but looking back it was probably sleep paralysis.

Another one in a completely different way, yet still tied to the realm of dreams. When I was 15 or so, for 4 months straight, I would have extremely long vivid dreams that felt like reality. The dreams started extremely similar to my daily life. With each dream being at least a month long in my perspective. I lost sense of time and reality to a small degree only mitigated by the fact that I would always die at the end of those dreams. However those dreams were often eerily accurate to what I or others would do, say, experience, and the like. I was often the quiet kid of the group, so I rarely spoke in the conversations I was in. However, when listening to those conversations they were often exactly the same as a conversation I had dreamt. I never predicted future events, outside of coin flip scenarios, so I don’t actually think I was predicting the future. I just knew the people and environment around me well enough to accurately simulate them in my dreams.

While we are onto the weird dream talk. It was in 2020 I believe, one night I fell asleep and woke up 10 times. Every time that happened I would see/experience something ridiculous in my bed. One time I woke up and my hand was made of hands, that were made of fingers, that were made of hands that were made of fingers, and so on. After that I woke up struggling to get to my nebulizer as my chest was tight and I could barely move. For some dream logic reason, I mentally asked the telepaths controlling my body to stop else I would die. Only for a searing pain to hit my head and the hear “Shit! He is on to us!” This process of ridiculous repeated awakening before passing out continued for a while. I tried to grab my nebulizer, but my hand was made of threads that didn’t want to move I struggled nonetheless before passing out. Then I woke up and began struggling to grab my nebulizer, once more, before it grew legs and walked to me. Only for me to pass out and wake up for good actually using it. In reality this was probably a mix of sleep paralysis, sleep walking, and nightmares but reality feels fake for a while after something like that.

You also have a lot of hallmarks of sleep paralysis. Those are class A examples. Psychological scarring is an after effect of the process, most people experience that.

 

[ElijahRyne]

You also have a lot of hallmarks of sleep paralysis. Those are class A examples. Psychological scarring is an after effect of the process, most people experience that.

Agreed. The first and third stories are standard sleep paralysis imo.

 

[Madkins]

Agreed. The first and third stories are standard sleep paralysis imo.

For sure, the second one though. Any history of PTSD or CPTSD? CPTSD those types of dreams are common, especially for youth.

 

[ElijahRyne]

For sure, the second one though. Any history of PTSD or CPTSD? CPTSD those types of dreams are common, especially for youth.

No, although I do have generalized anxiety disorder, undiagnosed at the time. Back then it wasn’t rare for me to say no more than a sentence or two a day. I would just observe the people around me if I was not too busy studying go, at least I think go was my interest at the time if not it was music composition. School was repetitive and easy to predict, and with dreams between 1-6 months long from their perspective that gave alot of room for permutation, that permutation then got things correct every once in a while by chance. At least, that is my explanation for what happened. With such a predictable schedule, it is no surprise that things were predicted imo.

 

[Madkins]

No, although I do have generalized anxiety disorder, undiagnosed at the time. Back then it wasn’t rare for me to say no more than a sentence or two a day. I would just observe the people around me if I was not too busy studying go, at least I think go was my interest at the time if not it was music composition. School was repetitive and easy to predict, and with dreams between 1-6 months long from their perspective that gave alot of room for permutation, that permutation then got things correct every once in a while by chance. At least, that is my explanation for what happened. With such a predictable schedule, it is no surprise that things were predicted imo.

I personally find these sorts of things fascinating. I'll level with you when I say I don't believe in predictions, just lucky guesses. I have a feeling you understand what I'm saying when I say that too. I have about a thousand questions, for purely scientific reasons. No offense intended, and no need to answer if you don't want to. Are you on the spectrum? You have unique interests along with a unique vocabulary. The fact you reference it as permutation is interesting.

 

[ElijahRyne]

I personally find these sorts of things fascinating. I'll level with you when I say I don't believe in predictions, just lucky guesses. I have a feeling you understand what I'm saying when I say that too. I have about a thousand questions, for purely scientific reasons. No offense intended, and no need to answer if you don't want to. Are you on the spectrum? You have unique interests along with a unique vocabulary. The fact you reference it as permutation is interesting.

If I am on the spectrum I am undiagnosed, granted I would not be surprised. Personally though, I do not think I am on it although I could be wrong. I just grew up quiet, and have stayed so. Only speaking when necessary or I am interested in speaking. I would not be all that bothered if I was locked in a cell with an iPad and regular meals. For word choice, I must chalk it up to reading and practice writing, although I find my word choice/syntax rather repetitive. Since kindergarten I have been reading a minimum of a book a month. Since 5th grade I have been writing stories, mostly horror of some sort. Since late 2020, I have been reading at least 100k words a day, granted most of that is web novels with the occasional VN and theory book/pamphlet. On permutation, I don’t know what other word besides permutation fits the example best.

 

[Madkins]

If I am on the spectrum I am undiagnosed, granted I would not be surprised. Personally though, I do not think I am on it although I could be wrong. I just grew up quiet, and have stayed so. Only speaking when necessary or I am interested in speaking. I would not be all that bothered if I was locked in a cell with an iPad and regular meals. For word choice, I must chalk it up to reading and practice writing, although I find my word choice/syntax rather repetitive. Since kindergarten I have been reading a minimum of a book a month. Since 5th grade I have been writing stories, mostly horror of some sort. Since late 2020, I have been reading at least 100k words a day, granted most of that is web novels with the occasional VN and theory book/pamphlet. On permutation, I don’t know what other word besides permutation fits the example best.

It takes one to know one. High functioning, it wouldn't surprise me. But I'm no doctor. Do you also have any form of Synthesia by chance?

 

[ElijahRyne]

It takes one to know one. High functioning, it wouldn't surprise me. But I'm no doctor. Do you also have any form of Synthesia by chance?

Probably don’t have synthesia, unless you count music as feeling like hand and/or foot movement or gut pain to taste.

 

[Madkins]

Probably don’t have synthesia, unless you count music as feeling like hand and/or foot movement or gut pain to taste.

No, it's not like that. It's very benign. Usually there's no pain.

 

[ElijahRyne]

No, it's not like that. It's very benign. Usually there's no pain.

More that pain is tied to taste, not taste to pain. Nonetheless since you are here, what is your possibly supernatural experiences?

 

[Madkins]

More that pain is tied to taste, not taste to pain. Nonetheless since you are here, what is your possibly supernatural experiences?

Oh, I'm an explainer of the paranormal. I can't say I've ever seen anything that didn't have a logical explanation. I encouraged SouthernMaiden to share the above story. I was interested; I like to challenge myself over complex issues. Especially superstitious instances, it's like a puzzle to me. Personally, I've got a vast background for decades doing this stuff. Slept in haunted cemeteries, houses, alone and with others, always run towards the weird stuff. I want to know what it is. Never had an unexplained instance. Busted a few frauds though. I know, it's not nearly as exciting.

 

[CinnaSloth]

there was a recent thread like this

Paranormal experiences and story

I am boreeeed and I am recently reading a horror webnovel. So I was wondering if anyone ever had paranormal or weird experience that is creepy or just strange. I do have one experience to share. I'd share if you would! :blob_popcorn: let's tell each other our spooky or strange experiences...

www.scribblehubforum.com

one of my ghost stories are there too.