8. I woke up with a handprint on my chest and back after a night of good sleep, and I have no idea how it got there. I was home alone for the night, and the handprints were bigger than mine.
9. This happened two years ago, I was half asleep and felt like I was being watched, looked out my window and saw a old man hunched over with a walking stick and a crow on his shoulder standing in my front yard about 150 feet away. He looked right at me and I saw this bright blue from one of his eyes. I rubbed my eye and he had disappeared and there was a murder of crows left standing around where he was. This was in the early hours of the morning.
10. This is hard to explain but I want to try. In my childhood home, my bedroom was on the second floor. Only one window, but it was a nice sized one. I was about 12 and my sister shared the room with me but was at her dads that night. I was getting ready for bed, my mom had me getting my pajamas and stuff ready or whatever, but the room was dark and I hated when that happened because I’d have to walk across the room to turn the light on and it always scared me (used a lamp that was set up on the other side near the window and the light switch by the door wasn’t connected to anything).
Walked over to switch it on and I SWEAR, saw this human-like type thing (can’t even fathom how else to describe it) staring in my bedroom from outside my window. It looked like it was fucking tinted blue. Its face was unlike anything I’ve ever seen in any movie or literally anything else before. I was on the second floor too and still somehow saw it so clearly that I remember telling my mom it was like it was floating. Again, it wasn’t too late and I wasn’t even close to being asleep at this point, so it definitely wasn’t a dream or anything like that. I KNEW I saw something and it always stuck with me. I stood and stared at it for a solid few seconds too before bolting the fuck out of there because I felt paralyzed. I remember feeling it stare back at me too.
I REFUSED to sleep in my bedroom for about a whole year after that and pretty much moved into the living room and stayed the fuck away from windows. Every time I think about it now, 10+ years later, I still get a little freaked out. I still always need to make sure every part of all my windows are completely covered by my blinds at night. I’ve only told my now fiancé about this (other than my family when I was a kid) but wasn’t able to explain it properly to him either.
Obviously I know that this sounds/is completely ridiculous but I’ve still never been able to explain it or the feeling it gave me. Finally got the strength to google this a few months back and read a bunch of stories about other people experiencing eerily similar things too, so that was slightly comforting at least.