The Figure In Her Bedroom
“I was about 10 years old and I had just moved into a new room in the house. I was super happy to have a bigger room, but I had always avoided sleeping in it when it was a playroom for some reason. The first night I found out why.”
“As I lay in bed that first night unable to fall asleep, I began to see some sort of figure standing in the corner of the room right near the light switch. It was a very vaguely humanoid shape, but that’s all I could make out. I stared at it all night until I was finally exhausted enough to fall asleep.”
“Over time I kept seeing the figure, always standing in the same spot, unmoving. As time would go on the figure became more defined. After about 3 years of seeing this figure almost nightly in my room, I was able to see the figure clearly. She had a feminine figure but was very tall. She had shoulder-length hair that was straight and fell over her face.”
“She had abnormally long arms that reached down to her knees. Her fingers were long and sharp, almost as if they were blades, and they reached down to the floor. She had no color to her, just a mass of pure darkness.”
“Most nights she would be staring into the corner. These nights I felt fine, I felt no bad emotions coming from her at all. Some nights she would be looking at me, but I could not see her eyes. These nights I would feel uneasy and struggle to sleep, but nothing really scary ever happened. When I was about 16 was when things got actually scary and borderline violent.”
“One night when she was facing me, I caught a glimpse of her eyes. I froze up completely. Her eyes were piercing and pure blood red. What I felt that night was pure hatred and malice towards me. This was the first time since she started appearing where I couldn’t sleep until I passed out from exhaustion. She didn’t move at all thankfully.”
“After that night things changed. The shelf in her corner would always have things moved around. Sometimes she would wake me by throwing things from that shelf on the ground. Eventually, she even tried throwing things directly at me, but she never left her corner.”
“One night when I was 17 I saw her move for the first time. It was one of the bad nights where she would throw things at me. I woke up to a book hitting the wall dangerously close to me. I immediately looked to where she would stand and I saw her slowly but surely lifting her spindly arm to point at me with her blade-like fingers.”
“The emotions I felt in that moment were all over the place. Fear, anger, sadness, malice, and all sorts of negativity. It overwhelmed me to the point of passing out. When I woke up after that it was still dark, and the negativity was just as intense. That’s when I noticed she had moved from the corner entirely. She was standing above me at the side of my bed. I tried everything from screaming to running away to punching at her but I could not move. All I could manage to do was cry. I don’t remember how I got out of that situation.”
“The next week, I slept on the couch in the living room. I tried to go back to sleep in my room after a week, she was still there. She never got that intense again after that night. Eventually, I went away to college, but when I came back home for breaks she was no longer there. I have not seen her since I turned 18.”