Hello, I found this forum when I was looking for some kind of answer to my recent journey.
So I’m going to try my best to make the story short, but first of all I want to tell you about my aunt on my mother’s side. She lives alone in the house where she grew up, in a small village. It is kind of a creepy house; it is always cold in there, even during the summer. To this day, I can’t stay in the house when no one is there, because it makes me feel scared for some reason. The whole atmosphere is just off. So she lives there, and she used to tell me about these incidents where she woke up from her sleep and found a dark figure staring at her. The first thing that came to my mind was that she just had some kind of sleep paralysis, but she could move and talk, and she would curse really badly. This is one thing that she told me: that if you have an unwanted spirit, you should curse really badly or curse God, because they don’t like it. So anyway, this figure appears quite often—not every day, but often. She told me sometimes it had red eyes. I wouldn’t say she’s a spiritual person; I mean, she doesn’t really do any witchy stuff, but she mostly turns to God.
This is where I come into the picture. I don’t practice witchcraft—well, not entirely. I tried to pass some of my exams by making sigils and burning them on a bay leaf, tried manifestation, but never really succeeded. The first time I experienced this weird thing was when we were living with my aunt. I was sleeping, then woke up—it was already morning—and I felt somebody hugging me from behind, and I could feel its nails digging into my sides. I list this one as classic sleep paralysis, right? You can’t move, and you’re scared out of your mind.
The next time it was a bit creepier. I was at uni and I got my first roommate—her name was Oxana. Nice name, by the way. She was a bit on the weird side, but I never paid too much attention to that. She drank a lot of beer and herbal tea, and had some card decks on her shelves, but never went out. She always smelled like herbs. So we didn’t talk much; we were two complete strangers, and that was that. There was this one time when I went out partying at night, and she offered me a necklace with black stones—nothing whimsical or anything, the kind you can buy at any fair. She was pushing me to wear it. It didn’t feel right, and I was smart enough to know that I shouldn’t accept anything from just anyone, so I said it wouldn’t go with my outfit, and she just kind of gave up. I never felt good around her, that’s a fact. I think I can sense when there are wrong people around me. After some time, she quit school, packed all her stuff, and left. I never saw her pack, and I never saw her again after that. But the first time I slept in our empty college room, I fell asleep, then woke up, and I saw the dark figure in the corner of the room. Nevertheless, I was scared as hell. I was kind of half asleep, so I started cursing—cursing it, and God, and everything that came to my mind. That’s all I really remember, and for the whole week I was scared to even fall asleep.
So I would like to ask your opinion on this: is it just sleep paralysis, am I crazy and imagining things, or is there something else I am missing? Should I get in contact with a real witch and get help? I would love to hear your thoughts.
