At the age of 15, a pivotal moment occurred in my life that left an indelible mark on my psyche for years to come. Up until that point, my curiosity about the supernatural was minimal, limited to the thrill of watching the occasional scary movie like many teenagers. However, everything changed when my family decided to move to an isolated bungalow nestled at the side of a vast cornfield, creating an eerie and secluded atmosphere that felt detached from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
It was around 3 to 4 months after we had relocated when this chilling experience happened, casting a shadow of uncertainty over my once peaceful existence . The stillness of the countryside was interrupted by an inexplicable occurrence that defied all logical explanations, sending shivers down my spine and planting seeds of doubt and fear in my young mind. The isolation that once felt peaceful now seemed suffocating.
One night, I awoke feeling uneasy to find a shadowy figure in the corner of my room as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. There were no external light sources coming into my room, it was pretty much pitch black, just the adjustment of my night vision over time was the only source of visibility. It was motionless and silent, its outline resembled a person. A woman kneeling, almost in the shape of a nun. I stared at the shadow for what seemed like an age, slowly feeling a grip of of fear and terror forming in my stomach. Attempting to reassure myself that it was my imagination, I pulled the duvet over my head and tried to get to sleep. At that age your duvet is for all intents and purposes a force field , protecting you from things that lurk at night. Somehow, heart racing, I eventually fell back to sleep.
However, my peace was short-lived as an hour later, I'd woken up and dislodged the duvet off my head to find myself staring straight at the shadow in the corner of my room, it had transformed into a dark, swirling mist without a clear shape, now I was terrified.
Fear-stricken, I felt my heart racing and knew I had to take action. Summoning some courage, I leaped out of bed, screamed, and charged towards the light switch. As I ran I could still see the black mist swirling and too my amazement but more terror, it wasn't a shadow, it was a three-dimensional black mass. After fumbling for a second, I switched on the light and illuminated the room, I discovered the shadow or strange three-dimensional mass had vanished into thin air, leaving me bewildered.
Standing in the room, breathing heavily, I tried to comprehend the eerie encounter. Was it a ghost or a product of my imagination? Uncertain, I was left with a vivid memory of that unforgettable night, challenging my beliefs about the supernatural. I spent six months in constant dread, sleeping with the light on until we eventually moved out.
Years later, I inquired with the family friends who had rented us the bungalow if they had experienced anything peculiar. They confirmed no such incidents had occurred. Despite this , this haunting experience deeply affected me, instilling a lasting unease about the mysteries of the unknown.
This incident, combined with my lifelong interest in science fiction, sparked a deeper curiosity about unexplained phenomena. The mysterious encounter that occurred that night left an indelible mark on my psyche, igniting a passion for delving into the unknown.
Now, actively engaging in investigations with the SCPUK, I am driven by a relentless pursuit of answers and a desire to unravel the enigmas that have captivated me since that unforgettable night. By collaborating with like-minded individuals within SCPUK, I aim to delve deeper into the mysteries that lie beyond conventional comprehension, hoping to shed light on the inexplicable and gain insights into the extraordinary.
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