It’s taken me a full year to even be able to write this story down. It rocked me for sure. I’ve always believed in the paranormal but had never experienced it. A year ago I was living in a house apartment on a very rural county road. My backyard was gorgeous fields and hills in the background, but despite the breathtaking views, it was very clear that I was alone out there and there was an eerie feeling that came with that realization. I didn’t like living alone but I didn’t have a choice at the time and tried to make the most of my situation. At night I’d hear the creaks and cracks that were very typical of an old house, especially one that sits on a county road with cars whipping past at all hours of the night. The sounds of cars approaching were loud and rattled the house, but as soon as they would pass it would go back to that still silence. Ever since I was little I’ve had to fall asleep with the TV on... maybe it was a means of “fighting” my fear of the dark.Anyway, October 28th of last year changed everything. Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday, and I buy into all the spooky attractions, parties, movies, events, etc. I had decorations littering my house, basically inviting all spooky nature to come in. This night, it was a Monday, I came home from work and did my routine as usual. Dinner alone, extra work from the day alone, tv time alone. Finally I hop into bed and decide on The Great Pumpkin as my Halloween movie of choice - I know, not the scariest but still keeps my Halloween spirit alive!Everything that happens after is 100% true and shook me to a level I have never felt before. Primal fear has lived within me since this day. I drifted off to sleep, and sometime during my sleepy daze I must have turned off my tv (very unlike me). Without any sound or explanation, my eyes seemed to burst open in the middle of the night, as though I were all of a sudden wide awake. Standing at the end of my bed was a girl around my age (24 at the time). However, the first thing I noticed about her was her outfit. She was wearing EXACTLY what I had worn to work that day. A striped turtleneck shirt with a beige jumper dress and tall brown boots. It was MY outfit. Her hair was black and stringy and only went to her shoulders. Her face was gray and looked as though someone had put a spiral effect on it, like it had been done in photoshop. You couldn’t make out any features, just a gray distorted blob of a face. I can’t explain it but it felt like it was me, while also not being me. The whole energy of this person felt very dark and very, very angry. I knew it wasn’t my deceased grandmother watching over me, or a friendly spirit showing itself. This thing was dark, angry, and needed something. The way it was standing though, at the end of my bed, it wasn’t looking at me. It was diagonally facing the corner of my room towards where my mirror was. I wondered if it had even seen me at all. I also felt that me waking up was an accident and she hadn’t meant to be seen by me. Or maybe that’s exactly what she wanted.All of this happened within a matter of mili-seconds. All of my analyzation of her appearance, her stance, and most importantly her overall energy. It happened so fast but in those few moments I was absolutely frozen. Terrified with fear and I couldn’t move. Finally, I broke out of it, covered my eyes with one hand and searched frantically for the remote with the other. Light and sound - I needed to flood my room with light and sound. Finally I caught the remote, pressed the power button, and waited until I felt the beam of the TV flicker on before I released my hand from my eyes and looked back at the end of my bed. She was gone.Needless to say, I didn’t sleep the rest of that night. Make that the next two nights. Once Halloween came around, I had to sleep at a friends because I just couldn’t endure it. Especially after the pattern I noticed after this fateful night. The next few days I would come home and find my cat doing very strange uncharacteristic things like meowing at the ceiling or frantically running up and down the stairs back and forth. Every creak that I used to blow off seemed to become louder to me. I even checked the guest room, which I kept closed all the time. Laying next to the closed window in the guest bedroom were hundreds (I kid you not) of dead flies. All over the place. That window had not been opened once since I lived there. Yes it’s an old house so they could’ve gotten through another way. One or two dead flies isn’t a warning sign to me. However it was the sheer quantity of these dead bugs that alarmed me. Hundreds of them, all in the same place.Between these findings, my cats strange behaviors, and even completely normal occurrences for an old house like flickering lights, I knew I needed to get out of there. I packed a bag and stayed with my friend October 30th, and made my boyfriend drive the hour and a half ride to stay with me on Halloween night. I refused to be at that house in the dark. From that point on I would purposefully jet out of work as early as possible to ensure that I was always arriving home when it was still light out.I saged the house with my friend on Halloween. I’m not sure it made any difference. I never saw that girl again, but I swear from that day forward it felt like I was never alone in that house. I would call my mom, my boyfriend, my friends hysterical about it. No one seemed to take it seriously. Everyone chalks it up to being stressed and tired, or having a bad dream, or just working myself up. My love of spooky Halloween things only became my “curse” so to speak, as it was just one more excuse others could use to say that my imagination has gotten the best of me. I’ve done some research and read about sleep paralysis and how sometimes hallucinations occur during this state. But I’m just not sure. It felt so absolutely real to me. If not the vision, then the dark demonic energy I felt from it within an instant. And that she was wearing my outfit - the one I wore that very same day.Reddit readers help me out here - did I see a ghost, or did I have a nightmare? Could it have been sleep paralysis? Why was it wearing my clothes and have a body that so closely resembled mine? Why then was it a completely distorted face and different hair than mine? Like I’ve said, it’s taken a year for me to reach out with this story but I need answers. I finally feel ready to accept them. I’m out of that apartment and in a better place physically and mentally now. Please help me out with any information you can give me. via /r/Ghoststories https://ift.tt/2Iu0wH3
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