Something Possessed Me??? Maybe?????

Hi Courtney! This is going to be really long and idk if I'm the best at story telling but I've been wanting to submit my story for a long time and I'm finally sitting down to do it. Here it goes.So I've always believed in the paranormal. Even though I grew up super religious (and still am), things like ghosts and the paranormal in general have always really fascinated me. My dad and I really bond over our love for all things horror and true crime related.This happened to me when I was about 7 years old, but I didn't know about it until I was 12 or 13. My grandparents still don't know. SOO when I was 7, my younger sister was born. When we would stay at my grandparents' house, we always stayed on the 3rd floor. The "basement" was really just a first level that all of the grandkids used as a play area and I never got creepy vibes from it. I'd rather sleep down there than anywhere else in the house probably. The main level was just normal -- kitchen, living room, a couple bedrooms, that sort of thing. The third level, which we always just referred to as "upstairs," was pretty small compared to the rest of the house. After going up the stairs there was a very small hallway that then led to one bedroom on the right, another bedroom directly at the end of the hallway, and a small bathroom to the left. My dad and step-mom always slept in the first bedroom (the blue bedroom, as we called it) and my sister and I in the other (the purple bedroom). One thing to note about my grandmother is that she is a classic, high-class, southern woman and she loves anything vintage she can find at estate sales and thrift stores. These upstairs bedrooms were decorated with tons of things from those.On this night, my sister was extremely restless. Her crib was set up in the purple bedroom where I slept and she wasn't more than a few months old. I am a really heavy sleeper, so I never knew anything was going on. My step-mom was up with her all throughout the night. She was finally able to get my sister to sleep and went back into the blue bedroom to lay down. As I hope you could tell from my crappy description of the house, you have to walk by the blue bedroom to get to the purple bedroom. So anyway, my step-mom had the door like halfway open and she was sleeping on the side closest to and facing the door. Once she was almost asleep, my sister started crying again. Right as she was about to get up to go tend to her, she saw a man walk past the door. Assuming it was my granddaddy going to help out with my sister, she thought she'd let him handle it. After a few minutes of my sister continuing to cry, she got up to see if she could settle her down. She walked into the purple bedroom to find a dark shadowy figure standing next to my side of the bed. She was just frozen there I guess and she watched the figure lay on top of me while I was sleeping and disappear. She grabbed my sister out of her crib and ran to my dad, who says he's never seen someone so terrified in his life. Now my step-mom grew up in an EXTREMELY haunted house that I've heard countless stories about and she swears she's never been more terrified in her life. Which was great for me because I was literally just left there completely helpless. Love that for me.Like I said, I didn't learn about this until several years later and to say I was traumatized is an understatement. I had had things happen to me over the years that suddenly made sense, like seeing shadows out of the corner of my eye and hearing my brother talk to someone (AND SOMEONE TALKING BACK) when no one else was home. It felt like the things that I was experiencing was attached to me and not a place or an object. I even had a terrifying dream that took place in this house that led to my dad telling me this story in the first place.I've always had really vivid and terrible dreams. Literally was sent to therapy for a dream I had in kindergarten about my dad (haha quirky childhood trauma). This one was so different though. I've never lucid dreamed at any other point in my life but I still think that I did this night. It started with me meeting this little boy in the basement of my grandparents' house. I've never been able to make out faces in my dreams, but for some reason, I could see every feature of this kid's face. I will seriously never forget the way he looked because he had the darkest eyes I have ever seen. It makes sense later. So I go about my day (in the dream) spending time with this boy and I trust him a lot. For some reason though, none of my other family was there. So I start asking him questions about himself and he shut me out. At some point he disappeared and this is where the details get kind of fuzzy since I haven't ever really told this story since I was a lot younger. All I know is that the little boy wasn't a little boy. It was some malicious spirit that could take any form to get close to me. I figured all of this out and tried to lock myself in the purple bedroom where everything went down (that I had no clue about at this point). The last thing I remember is the spirit breaking down the door and lunging at me. When I woke up, it felt like I hadn't slept in weeks when it was really like 2 pm when I woke up.My dad told me I wasn't allowed to tell my grandparents about any of this because they would up and move immediately, so the only people who know about any of this are the 3 of us. There are several places in the house that I absolutely won't go and I pretty much only sleep in the basement when I'm there. I have a ton of other things that have happened to me that I'm not sure are related but I can make another post about those if you want to hear. Thanks to anyone who took the time to read all of this and I hope it was easy enough to follow!! via /r/spoopycjades https://ift.tt/364NKXh