Thread: A true ghost story? You decide!

i want to share a story that recounts my first experience with SP / LD, an encounter that really started making me question the world around me and the world within me. it is also a real life ghost story, or perhaps as close to encountering the paranormal as i can imagine. it is a long read so please bear with me.

this fateful night occurred approximately 6 years ago. i had been going out with my girlfriend then for about half a year and her father was out of town for the weekend so I was staying over her house for the night.

a little back story: her mother had committed suicide (manic depressive) a year previous to this in that same house. we discussed her mom that night before going to bed and my girlfriend told me that i had to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. she explained that for months after her mom's death, she had always felt a presence by the door and had just taken to sleeping on the other side of the bed.

i had never been a superstitious person so naturally i brushed it off and agreed to sleep on the door side...

several hours later... i wake up.

and i'm paralyzed. i can't move a muscle in my body, my head is being sucked back into the pillow, but out of the corner of my right eye, i can see a figure by the door. even now as i write this, some 6 years later, a shiver runs down my spine. it is somewhat tall and robed in white. immediately, every fiber in my body panics... i can't move, i can't move, help me, help me... all i can do is breathe rapidly, hoping for my girlfriend to wake up and save me...

i am suddenly awake. i quickly turn to the door; nothing there. it is sometime in the middle of the night, my girlfriend is soundly asleep and i am drenched in sweat. i realize that it was just a dream, but it felt SO REAL. i rationalize everything in my head and decide its finally time to go back to sleep...

i am paralyzed again. i don't like this, i try to shake myself out of it, trying to pull my head out of the pillow but nothing moves... and this time the figure is closer. it is right beside the bed, looking down on me. i simply lose my mind. breathe, breathe, breathe, move something, help me help me help me, breathe faster faster...

and again i wake up. my girlfriend is still asleep and i am literally shaking from the experience. dream or no dream, i don't want to go back to sleep. i lie there contemplating waking my girlfriend but i decide against it, it was just a dream anyway. soon enough, sleep takes me again...

it happens again.

and the figure is sitting beside the bed, POKING my shoulder repeatedly. i can see black hair matted over her face, the white sleeping gown, i can feel her breath... PLEASE HELP ME I CAN'T MOVE PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME


i wake again and it is daylight. my girlfriend is looking down at me concerned. "were you having a nightmare? you were breathing really hard." at the time i had no idea what SP was... i truly believed that i had been visited by her dead mother. for weeks afterwards, i couldn't sleep, i spent all night combing the internet for similar experiences, trying to convince myself that it was just a dream.

and it led me to this site. you can imagine my relief when discovered the possibility of such realistic dreams. since that day, my interest in existentialism and reality has only grown to allow me to explore corners of the mind and soul that i had never known existed.

now, i ask all of you... where does the dream end and the paranormal begin? if there is such a fine line between dreams and reality, can there not be an equally fine line between life and the afterlife? perhaps, in our dreams is the only medium through which these spirits can communciate... is it such a far stretch?