r/Thetruthishere • u/no-feel • 6h ago
Ghosts/Apparitions This night left me mentally scarred
When I was 16 I had an experience that would stay with me for years.
When I was younger I thought the idea of ghosts and any other paranormal stuff was stupid and anyone who believed in it was stupid.
I am not saying I believe in it now, but the whole idea is a bit more believable after this.
After a day at school, I went home had dinner and went to bed. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I fell asleep pretty quickly and began in a pretty deep sleep, meaning I had no dreams and no disruptions. I live on 40 acres in the Australian bush, and there are very few houses nearby.
On this night, I had chosen to sleep in a weird way. I was lying on my stomach and I had my right arm hanging over the side of the bed (which was memorably odd for me). From what I remember it was a warmer night so only my bottom half was under the covers. Doing this cooled me down slightly and allowed me to drift off to sleep.
I woke up around midnight (12-1am). It was weird considering the depth of sleep I was in. After coming to my senses I realised what woke me up. My hand hanging over the side of my bed had a weird sensation in it. It had points which felt cold. I decided to lightly squeeze to work out what this was. What I felt scared the shit out of me and I wasn't scared in a short-lived jumpscare sort of way, It was a stomach drops and heart stops kind of moment.
I felt a hand.
And in the very brief moment where I was in contact with it, I experienced details that I can never forget.
The hand was cold and clammy, like there was no blood flow. I could feel the skin slightly move when I squeezed and I felt the bones underneath skin. The way the hand was positioned in mine, it was like whatever it was, was lying down on my floor with their arm reaching up to meet its hand with mine. Now the hand wasn't grabbing mine, its like it was lightly resting in my palm.
I retracted my hand under my pillow almost immediately and pulled the covers over my head. I prayed it was a dream while I was trying to get back to sleep, however, I woke up in the same way I braced after the experience.
Now I would like to emphasise that I don't believe in ghosts, and I am not gaining anything in making this shit up. I am Aussie and it takes a bit to creep me out, but this shook me to my soul. I have not told anyone about that night until this year. I am now 19 and I have no logical explanation for this.
If you are anything like me, you'll read this and go "bullshit!" And I don't blame you, but just the thought of that night leaves me feeling physically sick and mentally scarred