Who is the Pitch-black figure and where does he exist?

It was a cold winter night in January. I went to bed at around 1 a.m. after completing some of my work. I was tugged into my bed and slept without any issues until 6 a.m. and then I woke up, at least at that time I thought I was awake. When I opened my eyes and grabbed my phone to check stuff online, It was awkwardly quiet that morning. I felt a little bit surprised and turned my head toward my door getting ready to get up from bed. To my shock, I saw a small pitch-black head peeping back at me from the corner of my door. It sent shivers through my whole body because I never really believed something supernatural like that was real. It looked so real and weird. I could see half of his body leaning towards my door, peeping at me. As soon as I looked in his direction though, He ran off. And curiosity got the better of me and I chased after him. Just outside my room at the side was the bathroom. I gathered my strength to face whatever was there and kicked the door very hard but there was nothing there. Then I ran towards my parent’s room to let them know what had happened but to my surprise, they were not there. I looked through the window and the whole weather looked cloudy and gloomy and it was getting a bit dark. I shouted for my parents and again, there was no response.

At this moment I felt that something was wrong, that something was not real about this. I suddenly thought that this could be a dream and started shaking my head very hard so that I could wake up. And there I was, awake on my bed due to the fierce shaking of my head. I opened my eyes and felt relief and called for my Mom because she usually is up around that time making breakfast, but to my surprise, no response again. I was too scared by the previous dream so I avoided staring at my door and just shouted for my mom a few times but there was no response at all. It felt really frustrating with what was going on. I didn’t have the guts to look back at my door as the pitch-black figure had shaken me up pretty badly. It was too real for me to believe that this was not real, that this was not a dream. I fiercely started shaking my head again in hopes of waking up. Suddenly my eyes opened and I actually felt the shaking of my head as if I was shaking my head in actuality too. I somehow gathered my strength this time and looked at the door again and was lucky to find nothing standing there. I ran to the kitchen and felt a sense of relief after I saw my mom cooking breakfast. It was around 7 a.m, she looked at me and saw I was panting and asked what was wrong. I told her everything that happened and she too was pretty spooked by the happening. She started nagging me not to watch ghost movies and videos too much at night or else things like these would happen. I told her that I hadn’t watched anything like that in the last 3-4 months. She consoled me by saying it was a dream and to shake it off. This event left a great scar on me due to the dream being so realistic, it felt so real and I was pretty shaken due to it.

A few days passed and nothing happened. It was the 5th day after that dream. I went to bed pretty late at 2 a.m as I was reading a novel. I switched off the light and went to sleep. It felt like only a few minutes had passed and I was awakened by some noise. I didn’t look at my door, still spooked from my 1st event. I pulled my phone from under the pillow to check the time. It was 2:30 a.m. I felt a bit uneasy due to the silence of the night and took a quick look at my bedroom door, but nothing. I still felt like something was watching me from somewhere but I didn’t get up and just called my mom a few times since her room is just a few steps away from mine. Luckily, she came in and asked what was wrong. I told her that I just felt a bit spooked after waking up suddenly and the event of that day ran through my brain so I was scared. She told me that it was fine and told me that she will stay for some time in my room till I fall asleep. I was happy that she was there looking over and was preparing to go back to sleep but suddenly I felt the feeling of being watched again. I turned my head towards the pillow to check randomly around the bottom of my bed and it just had to be sitting there. Right on the ground beside the bed near my pillow side. Shivers ran down my body when I looked at the same boy sitting there, he looked pitch black all over and was looking at me. My mom was looking to the other side and saw my face and asked what was wrong. I pointed her toward the place where the boy was sitting. Unable to speak, my heart racing so fast that I felt the beating of it clearly with the feeling of shivers running through my spine. I actually felt it for the first time.

Instantly, thoughts started coming to me that last time it was not real but this time it must be real. Because it felt so real and it happened in such a realistic way. A few seconds after that I woke up on my bed probably due to shock and stress. My heart beating very fast and I was panting because of the suffocation I felt due to the dream or whatever it was. I could hear the voice of my parents talking in the dining room and the chirping of birds. The weather too looked good. But I couldn’t figure out what was happening. It was 7 a.m. in actuality. I just felt too confused to explain to myself what was happening to me, I didn’t have any explanation for it. Everything that had happened had felt so real. I went to my parents and told them that I again had this thing. This time they were really spooked out and my mom started doing prayers and sprinkling holy water that she had all around the house and on me. Probably to get rid of whatever it was in my dreams.

2 days passed like that with nothing happening between and I was sleeping very well and waking up properly without any of those weird dreams. It was the third day, I again went to sleep at around midnight after reading some novel. I was again woken up without any reason, it felt like normal midnight though. I checked my phone again as a habit and saw it was 2 in the morning. Suddenly I felt like something peeked through my door and I froze right there. Turning very slowly to look towards my door but there was nothing there. I was too freaked out now and started yelling for my mom but I felt like my voice wasn’t audible, everything felt so real yet not. It all came back to me from the 1st day itself since these events had taken place in my dream. I fiercely started shaking my head in hopes that this too was a dream. That I will wake up and luckily, I did wake up and had that feeling of my head shaking as I woke up. It was 4 in the morning and I could somehow tell that I was back, that this wasn’t a dream now, and that I was fine. I wanted to call up for my mom but felt that everything was fine thus decided against it, so as not to disturb her. But I couldn’t sleep due to the fear ingrained inside of me due to those events. I couldn’t close my eyes so I picked up my phone from under my pillow and continued reading the web novel that I was reading last night and fell asleep.

A couple of hours seemed to pass and I was jolted awake as I felt pressure on my chest as if someone was sitting on it. When I snapped my eyes opened in fear but there was no one. I was gasping and coughing due to the pressure I had felt in my chest. I knew that this was real, that someone actually was sitting on my chest, and that it wasn’t something from my dream. I couldn’t hold it in anymore and dashed through my room towards my mom’s and knocked on it. Luckily, she opened the door soon and asked me what was wrong, I explained to her everything that happened. She consoled me and told me that I could sleep in her room and that she will look over me. So, I went to another side of her bed and tried to sleep again, this time it felt easy to close my eyes as I knew that my mom was beside me looking over. Soon I fell asleep and woke up but it was strange to find out that I woke up on my bed in my room. I was utterly confused and exhausted.

I couldn’t tell at this point what was real and what was not. It was around 7 a.m though so I got up and found my mom in the kitchen. I asked her whether I came to her room at night and whether the events I mentioned took place or not and she said NO. I was pretty shaken by this, I felt lost about what was happening. I couldn’t call it all a dream at this point. It had happened again and again and every time that little boy in pitch black was there in one or the other way and everything felt so real. I couldn’t process it at all and after thinking about it for the whole day. After talking with my mom, I dropped it as a weird dream and had nothing else to console myself. My mom looked worried though because of what was happening to me and she could see that it was disturbing me inside a lot. 4 days later nothing happened and my brother came back from his semester break and since we shared the room. He was there sleeping with me in the same room which gave me some relief.

More than a year has passed now. Nothing weird really happened after that. Over time, the fear that had built inside of me because of those events was worn down slowly. And I have been back to my normal life now without any weird things going around.