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i lived in this one apartment when i was age 12-16. i'm not sure what was the cause of it but something extremely negative seemed to attach itself to me during that time. i don't remember the exact time it happened but i started seeing stuff out of the corners of my eyes and having weird delusions that i was seeing things (i wasn't actually hallucinating i just had these really intense fake-memories, or at least i think they were? of seeing humanoid figures walking around and disappearing)

i had the most vivid, intensely terrifying nightmares of my life in that apartment, and all of those nightmares took place inside the apartment and involved a bright blue demon with a weirdly-shaped head, i remember what it looked like pretty clearly. usually the dream would consist of me waking up to an empty apartment, feeling intense dread, trying to escape the apartment and being unable to. i'd get horrific images of my cat being killed by being crushed by the tv being pushed over, my mom dying in similar ways, trying to run outside only to be pulled back in, the demon's hands coming out at me from the walls, jumping up onto my bed and coming at me, and once it even had sex with me. or uh, forced itself on me rather i guess.

the nightmares were a source of stress for me, i dreaded sleeping because of them and lost a lot of sleep which only helped freak me out even more. it came to a point where i was literally too scared to be home alone and i'd try to avoid being home alone, i'd stay out until my mom got home from work and etc. i remember a lot of times i'd call her when she was at work because i'd hear a weird noise or just feel that intense dread out of nowhere and i'd just be crying in fear, trying to talk to someone to be less scared.

however, despite all of this nothing really happened. nothing physical, in reality, at least. that is until one night. i was in a spare bedroom, one that was perpetually cold, and i was on the computer. i had my back to the door of the room. that room's door was set strangely and the carpet was really thick, so you had to push kind of hard to close it all the way.

it was probably 11pm and my mom was asleep. out of nowhere i heard the carpet start to make a scratching noise. thinking i was just imagining it but feeling a sudden intense fear i just ignored it. after a pause i heard the door fully shut. it took me a second to get the courage to get up and investigate, and yeah, it was closed fully shut. i opened the door and looked out to see if maybe my mom had done it. but her bedroom door was still shut. i started crying (i was a big crybaby as you can tell) and went into her room and asked if she'd just closed the door. she woke up out of a dead sleep and was annoyed but really concerned about me. we moved out not very long after that, and my mom actually did a "cleansing" of the apartment bc she talked to some psychic about my problems after ruling out a mental diagnosis.

i don't know if what i experienced was "real" or "paranormal". maybe i was just too stressed from puberty and having a weird experience with it. i can't explain the door at all though, unless you want to subscribe to the poltergeist theory which i don't know if i believe. i've also had people tell me it might've been a weird reverberation from the apartment above mine but we were on the top floor.

sorry this got so long but! it was a terrible time in my life and made me a believer. i haven't experienced anything quite so bad ever since especially since i've worked a lot on meditation and "protecting" myself. idk if that shit is real or not but it makes me feel comfortable and not scared so it must be working.

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tldr since i can't sleep either