Ghost Stories

Evil Presence

This is a truestory, that happened to me about five years ago. I was spendingthe night with a close friend of mine. We had sit up pretty latethat night taking about first one thing and then another. Theconversation was light, nothing scary or ghost-like. I saidgoodnight to my friend and went to bed, ready for a good night'ssleep.

Over in the night I woke up feeling an evil presence in the room.Now, I have never been one to believe or disbelieve in ghosts. Ijust never thought about the subject one way or the other. But, Ifelt terrified when I woke up. I looked directly over the bed andthere was a figure of a man floating up over the bed staring atme with an awful mad look on his face! He appeared to be almosttransparent, but he was wearing a brown out-dated looking suit.

I could not take my eyes off of him, it was as if he had a spellon me that would not allow me to turn away! I tried very hard tonot to look at him. I wanted to get up and run! At the very leasthide under the covers! But, all I could do was stare up at theevil looking man. This went on for what felt like hours. I triedto convince myself I was only dreaming, and told myself to justwake up! But I was not sleeping, I was simply paralyzed with fear.All he would do was stare at me, but he communicated pure evilthoughts. I knew he did not want me in the house. I just did notunderstand why, or who he was. It still makes a chill run down myspine to think about it!

Finally, about the time daylight broke though the sky, the mangradually disappeared. He slowly faded into a bunch of dots andvanished. Only then could I get up and go to my friends room andwake her up and tell her I was leaving. My friend wanted to knowwhy I was leaving so early. I explained about the dream, and howterrifying it had been.

She preceded to explain how a lot of strange things had occurredin the house. Things such as lights being turned on and off.Pictures being moved. Others in the household had seen strangepeople. She did not know the history of the house before she andher late husband had bought it, so had no idea why these thingsoccured.

After that night, I could never bring myself to stay the nightagain in my friends home. And, I feel badly about it now, but Inever visited as much even in the daytime as I should have. Now,my friend has passed away, and I do regret not being able to getover my uneasy feelings about the house and visit with my friendmore often.

But, even now when I lie in my own bed at night, I am afraid Iwill wake up and see the man staring down at me with the angryface and the brown suit.