All right, let me preface this experience by saying that sleep disorders run in my family and I suffer sleep paralysis during times of stress or sleep deprivation. I’m quite positive that my experience is nothing more than my sleep-deprived brain stewing in its own juices during a bout of sleep paralysis.
Now, the experience, which is way cool when viewed from the detached point of view of neurons misfiring, though it would probably be absolutely terrifying if I believed it was real:
I was living alone at the time, going to college and thousands of miles away from my family. It was a house in the suburbs and I had a cat, but otherwise I was completely alone. I woke up in bed with the feeling of a presence, but I was unable to move anything beyond my eyes. I could barely even breathe, in fact, as it felt like a pressure was on my chest. Moving my eyes to my right, I saw a greenish-blue light streaming through the window next to my bed. It was incredibly bright and made stark shadows on the floor through the blinds. There was movement outside of the window. I could see the shadows of two hands press against the glass for a moment. They were very slender with long, knobby fingers, and only four to each hand. The thumbs were nearly as long as the fingers, but still opposable, giving a very odd look to the hands.
The movements continued outside the window, during all of this, but at this point I heard movements inside the house. Rustling and shuffling, as if many people were moving around quickly and quietly. Then through my open bedroom door I saw the silhouette of a being. Large headed, bald, with the same long, bulbous-jointed fingers. It began to come towards my bed and raised a hand out towards me. I tried to scream or move, but I couldn’t. And then…
…well, I suppose I went back to sleep, my imagination spent. When I woke up in the morning, I remembered it quite clearly and it seemed completely real, so I can see how someone who wasn’t inclined to accept a simple organic explanation could believe it to be something else. I imagine if I hadn’t watched the X-Files so avidly my visitors would’ve been fairies or demons, though.