My English is not that good but I'll try my best to explain everything that's happened and I hope you understand.
I was planning to share my story ( and my family's story ) before, Although I found it a bit too much to believe or fathom. And whether you believe it or not, it's your choice, but i'll try as much as i can to be realistic even though most of the things that happened aren't anywhere close to being real. but they are.
One thing that discouraged me from writing it down is that whenever I tell one of my close friends about it, they don't believe me ( even though that they actually try to give me a fake nod that's supposed to say WOW THAT'S INSANE ) but anyway..
we're a middle eastern family, my dad left his home country and fled to Saudi Arabia to work there, went back after making some money and got married in his home country and went back to Saudi with his wife. my mom gave birth to her first son in the early 90s, and then they had another three kids in the late 90s. Three sons and a daughter. I was the youngest.
We lived in an annex, an apartment at the top of the building that takes around 25% of the roof of the buliding, the rest of the roof is a large area filled with TV satellites and other junkies.
My parents were quite discreet about all the shady things that happened in that apartment until we grew up and they became more open about it.
The apartment had three bedrooms, a living room, two bathrooms, a very tiny wooden attic, and a small kitchen.
This is a photo of the buliding (Squared) : https://imgur.com/a/Pnr4Gbe , back at the time, there wasn't another building behind ours. so it was just an empty land that led to a middle school.
There's no major story here, it's just a bunch of creepy encounters that me and my family have witnessed, and I'll write them down with no order, but I'll start with mine and then with the ones of my siblings, and then the ones with parents.
I used to sleep in a bunk bed with my older brother being at the top, until he asked me to switch with him, and I liked it at first, but then I realized my brother didn't switch with me for no reason, after a while, whenever we go to bed every night, around 11pm, I keep hearing some noise on the ladder of the bed, like someone is climbing it,I never had the guts to look. sometimes I would feel the presence and pressure of someone sitting on the bed too, but by then I've developed this technique where I would just cover my whole body with the blanket and force myself to sleep. I told my mom and she was like: there's nothing, just be a real man and sleep.
I would also hear kids laugh in the living room, which is next to the our bedroom, but I grew to ignore these voices and eventually It stopped bothering me.
I remember a few nights where the neighbors would knock on our door at 3am and they'd ask my parents to not let us ride our bicycles in the roof because it's disturbing them, my parents apologized to them, even though we were all asleep and there was no one on the roof riding their bicycles!
I knew there was something wrong with that place when i noticed that our bicycles were in different places in the roof the next morning, and there's no way anyone can go to the roof and play around cause the door was locked, and the only person who had the locks was my dad.
My siblings knew about this too but they didn't talk to me about it, cause I was the youngest and they didn't want to scare me.
We moved back to our home country because my dad wanted to start some business over there and we stayed there for three years. that was when my dad decided we should go back to Saudi. It was so hard to find an apartment and our apartment has already been rented to a couple. but there was an empty apartment on the first floor in the same building, And my dad took it cause it was the closest to his workshop. I thought that this time it'll all be normal, but on the contrary, it was way much worse than that annex.
after just one week, I woke up around 4 am at the sound of Fajr Prayer (Sunrise prayer) and as soon as I opened my eye, there was someone sitting next to me, wearing worn out clothes with a broken eye glasses, and blood stains all over his shirt. he was rubbing his hands on my blanket, I looked at him and he smiled. That was the scariest moment in my whole life. I felt like I'm going to be killed or something, It wasn't sleep paralysis ( Cause believe me, I know the difference) I lied my head back and I probably passed out till the next morning. When I told my mom she said it's just a bad dream. Whatever. and no one at my school believed me, it was like a funny thing for them to do, to make me talk about what i've seen, just to laugh about it. The next day I woke up at the same exact time, this time there was no one on my bed, but I saw a guy wearing weird gothic kind-of clothes and he was next to my sister, playing with her hair.
I haven't seen anything else after that one, but I always heard people talk in the room, more like hisses and whistles, sometimes someone would breath in my ears while i'm asleep, sometimes they'd take my pillow away. but that was it. they never truly hurt us. I find it fun to talk about it right now.
My sister was friends (kind of) with our neighbors daughter, she was with her in school, she told me some creepy things about their family, things I haven't given much attention at the time because I was young, and I think they had something to do with all these shady things: They never closed their apartment door. it's always open. ALWAYS. My sister also told me that she once saw her friend bathing with her clothes on? And she always smelled so bad.
She also told me that the bathroom lock would be unlocked in our apartment sometimes when she's showering.
My oldest brother said that he would usually see my mom wandering in the house while he's pretty much sure that's asleep in the bedroom. and when he asked her she'd say that she was asleep. My other brother said the he once saw two shadows dancing on the wall in the living room.
My mom opened up about it a few years ago and told me that sometimes she would check on us while we're asleep, and then she'd see us playing in the living room at the same time. she also said that every couple of months she would ask my dad to buy new cups and glasses cause they would go missing for no reason. she said she never knew what was going on, neither did my dad. but they didn't want to acknowledge it to us cause they didn't want us to be afraid, my dad couldn't afford to move to another place. She also said that some of my sister's dulls would be scattered around the house sometimes. She told me that she once saw a man with a long beard in the corridor and that she ran to her bedroom and locked the door till my dad came back from work. She also told me that when she was at the hospital (before giving birth to me), My dad woke up to another woman next to him, he said she kissed him and told him that she loves him, when my dad asked her who is she, she just left the room and he never saw her again.
That's everything I can remember right now, we live in different countries now and we rarely meet, but when we do we talk about it and laugh as if it was a funny thing to talk about. We never knew what was happening, but it was quite an experience.
Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it.
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