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Midnight
Strangler
This happened in 1992 when I was 21, unemployed and still living at home with my
mother and brother. We lived on the seventh story of a building built in the
1970's in the suburbs outside Norways capital Oslo.
I was just getting ready to go to sleep when I felt that I was not alone in the
room. Thinking that I was just imagining things I turned off the light and crept
under the covers. After a little while I heard heavy breathing coming from the
top of my bookshelf. There was some moonlight and light from the streets coming
through the window, so the room was not completely dark. And in the about three
feet of space between the books on the top shelf and the ceiling I saw a spot
which was noticeably darker than the surroundings. The breathing was coming from
this compact little shadow that seemed to be studying me and the way it was
breathing seemed to indicate that it wanted to harm me. Of coarse I turned on
the lights hoping it would go away, but it was still there although I now could
not see it. The breathing was just as clear as if there had been another person
in the room with me. My mother was sleeping in the room next to mine and my
brother was sleeping in the room on the other side. I could have yelled for help
but I felt a little foolish for being afraid of sounds and shadows in the dark.
I was now sitting on the edge of my bed and heard that it jumped down on the
floor. The sound of it landing on the floor seemed muffled and distant quite
unlike the sound of its breath which was very clear. I could sense that it was
coming towards me by the sound of its sickeningly evil breathing and the cold
which seemed to emanate from it. When it was close I stretched towards it and
felt its shape by the sharp temperature contrast between it and the room. It was
much colder than the surrounding air and it was about three feet tall and seemed
to be a compact little creature. It moved slowly like it was stalking me though
it must have been aware that I could sense it. When it got all the way to me, I
pulled my legs up into the bed and pulled the covers round me because I was
freezing and really didn't want any closer contact with the creature.
After a while it jumped up into my bed, I knew now that there was no physical
way I could stop this thing from coming closer so I started to whisper to it:
"You can't harm me, you are only air, you are not supposed to be here." "Go
away, I will not cooperate with you, you can not force me to do what you want."
"You are not getting into my mind or soul." That seemed to make it really angry
and its breathing got more aggressive. I lay down on my back and tried to go to
sleep so it would realize that it had no power over me and that I didn't see it
as a real physical threat.
It then crawled on top of my chest and I could feel its weight and coldness
pressing down on my chest. It came up to my face and laid its hands around my
throat. I turned my head to the side so that it didn't have its face so close to
mine and it was breathing like a pervert into my ear while it was trying to
choke me. The feeling was uncomfortable but it couldn't exert any pressure
around my throat. It seemed like its legs were short with big feet because it
was not sitting on its knees like a human would do. The arms were so long that
they must have reached to the ground when its standing upright and its fingers
were about double the length of human fingers. I could feel its fingers very
clearly around my throat and it seemed like it only had three fingers and a
thumb on each hand. I kept chanting in my mind: "Go away, you are not getting
into my mind or soul." until I fell asleep and the creature vanished gradually
like the memory of a dream. That was the last I saw of that thing and I believe
that I managed to drive it away by taking control of the situation and not let
it threaten or scare me. I'm glad that I turned on the light so I couldn't see
it, otherwise I think I will have totally freaked out. It was real enough with
the sounds and coldness and feel of its body. I'm glad I didn't see what it
looked like up close.
The story doesn’t really end here. A year later I met the woman of my dreams (we
are still together twelve years after) and I moved in with her. She had a son
that was 5 years old at the time. We had been together two or three months and I
had not told anyone about my experience yet as I thought at the time that it
must have been some sort of hallucination. One night her son came screaming into
our bedroom telling us he had woken up and seen a little man looking at him over
the edge of his bed. He couldn't really describe him other than his size and
that he looked evil. He refused to enter his room for over a month and still to
this day remembers the creature, though he thinks of it as a bad dream.
Whatever these creatures are, this one was pure evil and I doubt if any of these
shadow people have any good intentions. I occasionally see these shadows in the
corner of my eye and I always feel that they are studying us with envy and hate,
just waiting for some weak victim to cling onto and feed off like some sort of
parasite.
-Bjorn
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