About 5 years ago, my then husband and I moved into an apartment. Our bedroom was directly over the livingroom which had a back door that we used instead of the front door. My husband always went to work at 5:30am and I would stay in bed until it was time for me to get ready for work. One morning about 10 minutes after he left, I heard him come home and turn on the TV. I then heard him come up the stairs and at the top of the stairs it sounded like he was scratching the rug like a dog. I was not asleep, but I was unable to move. I can't describe what I felt. I was terrified and there was a feeling of evil, like I'd never felt or imagined before. When I finally could move, the scratching had stopped and there was no one in the apartment, just me. The TV was not on and the back door was locked.
Every morning after my husband left for work, I would have these "visitations." And each time I was unable to move. One time there were 3 tall, skinny people dressed in black standing in the doorway whispering and looking in my direction. The final straw was the same 3 people visited again and one came and stood directly over me. He looked at me and finally whispered to me, but to this day, I can't remember what he said, I just remember it being threatening.
My husband and I were in the middle of getting ready to move. After the last incident, I broke down and told my husband what had been happening every morning after he left. I told him I was scared because I felt that if the people ever figured out we were moving, something horrible would happen to me. He laughed at me and said I had imagined it all, but luckily we moved the next day. Maybe he was right and I did imagine it, but I don't think I could imagine how I felt, and I hope I never feel that way again.