Nighttime Misfortune

I'm Armenian and live in Stavropol. For as long as I can remember, I've always been a proud, brazen person—an ordinary guy from the North Caucasus. I never believed in the supernatural and never thought it could happen to me.

It was an ordinary day. I came home late because I was playing soccer with friends after work. After dinner, I lay down, tired, and went to bed.

That's when it all started. I don't know the exact time, but late at night, I woke up with a strong feeling that there was someone else in the room besides me. My eyes ached terribly, as if someone was pressing on them while I was sleeping. I was lying on my back, looking at the ceiling, when suddenly, from the left side of the ceiling, a shadow began to descend toward me in a wave-like motion. Judging by its outline, it was female. It was short, maybe a meter tall, a little more. It had no arms.

I'm embarrassed to even write about it, but I crawled under the covers. Fear kept me from getting up and turning on the light. When I couldn't breathe, I poked my head out from under the covers. And then... As silly as it sounds, she literally started devouring my face. Funny? And I was more scared than I'd ever been in my life. This went on until morning. The only way to stop it was to close my eyes. But I couldn't close them for long, because they would start to hurt terribly.

I'd like to describe the feeling I got while she was doing her dirty work. Simply make a "goose" with your right hand and, pretending to bite, rub it, for example, on your stomach. Again, it sounds silly, but it's the honest truth.

In the morning, I was like a lamb trembling before a wolf. Sleepless and scared. I wanted to tell my parents everything, but my pride wouldn't let me. The following nights were the same—this creature tormented me. Squinting helped, but imagine someone trying to lift your eyelids with a crowbar... It would pierce my face, and a distinctive sound would pop into my head—imagine someone trying to start a car. And only when it began to get light would it go away.

I told a friend about my ordeal. He didn't laugh—my ugly appearance probably proved it. However, he couldn't help, and I didn't expect help, since this was my own business, and I had to do something myself.

This went on for over a week. I considered sleeping on the couch, but my father would ask why I wasn't sleeping in my bed... By that week, I had adapted and could somehow fight it. I'd crawl under the covers, close my eyes, but as I began to drift off, I'd wake up again when it began feeding on me again. I was terribly exhausted that week. My parents began to suspect I was using drugs. That's when I finally decided to tell my mother about it, in tears.

The next day I woke up refreshed. That creature didn't bother me that night. And neither did the following nights. I asked my mother what she'd done. She said she'd simply put a pair of scissors under the mattress.