I had a period in my late ’20s when I wasn’t necessarily doing that well – drinking too much, which left my nervous system shredded and vulnerable.
I woke up in sleep paralysis while living in my mom’s basement, with a spectral hag floating not far above me, maybe six inches. Classic banshee form – skeletal face, half-rotted in parts, cheekbones exposed, gaping mouth, eye sockets, stringy hair.
I just freaked and froze, not that i would’ve been able to do anything anyway, as I couldn’t move.
I was living in a semi-raw, semi-unfinished, basement at the time, with styrofoam insulation in the ceiling. I watched, in real-time, as the specter gradually went from 3d to 2d, becoming a shape and a texture of ceiling insulation that completely matched the skeletal hag I had just been seeing. It leaves you wondering if it’s your unconscious mind putting pieces together and making patterns, or of it was a true visitation.
That house is haunted, and those spirits DID NOT like me. Either way, I don’t intend on going back to verify.
Submitted by Forestpunk
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