A Scary Night

Mystical, unexplained events regularly happen to members of our family, but I'd never heard of any of this until recently.

It was 2006. It was Christmas week. They say the heavens are open at this time, and unusual things can happen. For some reason, I thought they meant something kind and magical.

I was wrong.

That evening, my boyfriend and I came to my house. The apartment is small, in an old building, not at all creepy, well-maintained, and full of appliances. We sat for a while and decided to go to bed, completely sober.

Our bed is in the middle of the room, opposite a window through which lanterns are clearly visible. Behind the bed is a closet with mirrors. We lay down, closed our eyes, and then it all started. For some reason, I suddenly felt scared. Just scared. It's impossible to explain—I wasn't asleep yet, but I already knew I couldn't open my eyes. Not because something was pressing on them, but because I knew for sure: someone was sitting on the chandelier above, looking down at me. I broke out in a cold sweat for the first time in my life. I lay there completely soaked, paralyzed with fear. Gathering my courage, I whispered to my boyfriend:

"Are you asleep?"

He said no.

"I'm really scared, turn on the light," I said.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I'm really scared myself..."

So, we both, without saying a word, sensed that something was nearby. My memory of what happened next is hazy—I just started shaking physically with terror. I'll write down what my boyfriend said:

"I was lying near the wall and finally decided to open my eyes. I looked at the wall—and then it started cracking. Terrified, I looked at the window. A normal landscape, the streetlight on, no one nearby. And then, for some reason, I turn to the closet, where I can see my reflection. And there, in the reflection, stands an unfamiliar boy of about thirteen, wearing a hooded jacket, shining a flashlight at me and smiling.

At this time, I was still lying with my eyes closed. And I heard my beloved quietly say, "Please, turn on the light." I don't know where I found the courage—I jumped up, slammed the switch, ran straight to the computer, turned it on, started playing music, and only then turned to the bed. My beloved was lying on the bed. To say he was pale would be an understatement...

We lay like that all night with the light on and the music playing, and early in the morning we ran to his place. I didn't sleep home for a long time after that.

I don't know what happened. How could two completely normal people be overcome by the same fear? Nowadays, we don't really like to remember this story. And I only know one thing: thank God I never opened my eyes. Because then I wouldn't be sitting in the office typing this story; I'd be in a mental hospital.