I have to admit that I never expected my life to turn out quite like this. I’ve always lived a normal life, and been slightly disgruntled about it if I’m honest. Everyone around me tells me the craziest stories and has the weirdest experiences, but I’ve always been…well, normal. When other people turn on the light and look under their bed, it always seems like a monster’s lurking there…but when I do the same, all I see is a pile of dirty clothes and the carpet flooring. To be quite frank, I used to be jealous about this. Jealous that everyone else seemed to be the next big thing while I was just going about my day. Jealous that everyone else seemed to be the main character of their own movie while I’m the side character to all of them. I used to wish that something would happen to me so I could finally get the attention, the gratification, I deserved. Someone might finally be interested in what I had to say, in the experiences which happened to me.
All I can say is that I was wrong. I made the biggest mistake of my life thinking this way. Of course, it’s not like it would have changed anything even if I hadn’t. I don’t believe in fate. But I can tell you without a doubt that nothing good comes of the supernatural.
It happened yesterday evening. I went to bed as usual, with nothing out of the ordinary. I brushed my teeth and hair, took a nighttime shower, changed into my pajamas, and climbed into my bed. For a little bit of context, my bed is located in the back right corner of my room, directly beneath the singular window which provides light during the daytime, and a nice view at night. All I have to do is turn my head slightly to the left and look out the window, watching the stars and the moon, and the dark silhouettes of the trees sway in the wind. Tonight was like no other. I stared out at the night sky as I drifted off to sleep. The moon glared at me, while the stars flickered and their lights danced upon my gaze. I finally shut my eyes and fell asleep.
I woke up, needing to go to the bathroom. Groggy, I rolled myself out of the bed and fell with a Thump! on the floor. I lay there for several minutes, my faced mashed against the floor, trying to force myself to move. Finally, I won the contest of willpower and pulled myself into a sitting position. Heading to the bathroom, I turned the light on and squinted as it blinded me. As I returned to my bed, I turned off the light. I hurled myself back into bed and covered myself with my blankets, but something caught my eye and caused me to sit upright again. I looked out the window. Something was different then when I had fallen asleep…the stars were the same…the trees were the same…and the moon was the same. But there, in the midst of the stars, there was a new star. Brighter and larger than all the others, it shone through my window, the size of a small dime. It’s light dimmed all other sources, save for the moon. Still half asleep, I stared at it, puzzled.
I tried to focus my eyes on it, but the shimmering glow which emitted from it made it near impossible to stare directly at it. Before I went to sleep, I made up my mind to take a few pictures of this planet – for planet I was certain that it was. Which one, I knew not. Be it Mercury or Jupiter, I would ask my friend – an astronomer – in the morning. Pulling out my phone, I snapped several pictures of it and one video. I pulled up my pictures, and verified that they had come out clear. Sure enough, the singular white light shone out of the darkness of the night sky in the pictures. Satisfied, I set my phone down and let myself doze off once again.
While I slept, however…I had a…strange dream. And the strangest thing about it is I could swear it was real. Normal dreams have an interesting characteristic, you see. You can’t feel anything after you wake up. Sure, you might feel sensations and recall particulars while you’re in the dream itself, but once you wake up they vanish. Interesting, isn’t it? You can have a nightmare where your heart is beating wildly, but when you recall it in the morning these sensations feel as if they were from another world. Not so with this dream.
I remember it clear as day – the dream, and the pain. A cold sweat covers me even now as I write this. I can hardly bear to recall this nightmare, but I have to get this down on paper. In my dream, I first “came to” strapped to some sort of a white table in an entirely white room. All the walls – if there were any – were shadeless and white, with no corners distinguishable. The only object in the room appeared to be a mirror which was anchored to the whiteness above me, and allowed me to see myself. Now, I know it sounds weird…but I couldn’t see anything in that mirror. I saw myself, sure. But whatever I was bound to and the straps which bound me so seemed to be – well, invisible. And just then – I heard a sound of footsteps. They approached my table slowly, a low voice murmuring something which sounded worldly in nature but unlike any language I’ve heard before. Frantically I glanced around, trying to see my captor, but I couldn’t. I was bound too tightly. Glancing up at the mirror, I still saw only myself, surrounded by whiteness.
I struggled against what was holding me down, but it was fruitless. Suddenly, a sharp object pierced me near the base of my neck, shooting white lines of pain coursing down my arms and legs and causing me to convulse with agony. I remember screaming, but no sound came out but a muffled gurgling. I saw my face in the mirror staring back at me with terror as I realized something – my mouth had been sewn shut. Delicate black lines crisscrossing my mouth, holding my lips together. I struggled, trying to break free. I felt the object in my neck begin to move slowly and painfully downward as it tore at my skin. My back arched as the excruciation became too much, and I must have passed out.
When I came to again, I was still in a white room. My back was aching and sore. I glanced around, and realized that I was no longer bound and confined. The straps which had before restrained me had vanished, along with the mirror and mysterious captor. Cautiously, I tried to open my mouth. It opened. I started to stand up shakily. I had almost stood to my full height when I was blinded by a searing pain in my back. Stumbling backward, I cried out in agony and fell to the floor on my hands and knees. A hot liquid was rushing upward through my body, and after heaving several times I began to throw up. Giant globules of blood spewed onto the floor, the biggest ones the size of eggs while the smallest appeared to be mere pebbles. The pain increased and I began to lose consciousness again. As I did, I heard multiple voices speaking around me…the same, strange language I had heard before. When I next woke up, it was morning. In a strange state of panic I had searched my body for signs of what had happened in the dreams the night before. I found nothing, expect a small white dot near the base of my neck.
As I’m writing this now, it’s been around a week since this experience. To be honest, I haven’t slept once since. I suspect it had something to do with the new light outside of my window, and the light hasn’t moved since it appeared. Every night it appears in the sky sometime around midnight, and disappears around 5:00 in the morning.
I know this because I haven’t slept once since my ordeal. I keep thinking that it was probably just a dream, but my body still fears the occurrence and tells me better.
I can’t stay awake forever, though. I’m going to go to sleep now. I just figured it’d be better if I had documentation of what had occurred if – well, I don’t want to think about it. Most likely nothing is going to happen. I’m going to get a much needed sleep now. I’ll update this in the morning.