Post by Returner Trilobite on May 5, 2017 3:02:27 GMT
I've told this tale in one form or another on other sites over the years, but I can't find it again so I'll retype it anew:
Many years ago in my late-teens or early-tweens I was trying to sleep upstairs, the windows behind my head, the stairwell and doorway are to my left across the room. This old home was a few blocks from a prison so plenty of light coming through the windows in the dead of night, casting many long shadows. My glasses were on the nightstand so everything was cast a dull monochrome.
I saw a large, dark figure walking up the stairwell. I thought it was my brother, but those stairs creaked terribly and my brother's a big dude. I stared in bewilderment at seeing but not hearing the ascending figure. When it got to the top of the stairs I saw it more clearly, or at least as clear as my impaired vision would let me.
It wasn't translucent or shadowy, but solid. Like a tall and large figure wrapped completely in oil-soaked rags, mostly piled atop the shoulders which mostly obscured its head except its featureless face barely poking out but still under rags.
After a moment it whipped around at me and bellowed an extremely deep growl that to this day is unlike any other sound I've heard. I was beyond terrified. After it stopped, it slowly turned away and walked through the doorway into the other room. When I had unfrozen and went in there, the room was empty.
Behold my terrible MS Paint skillz, my weak attempt at showing the... thing I encountered late at night so long ago. I call it an oilrag banshee because the first forum I shared this story said I had described a banshee.
Many years ago in my late-teens or early-tweens I was trying to sleep upstairs, the windows behind my head, the stairwell and doorway are to my left across the room. This old home was a few blocks from a prison so plenty of light coming through the windows in the dead of night, casting many long shadows. My glasses were on the nightstand so everything was cast a dull monochrome.
I saw a large, dark figure walking up the stairwell. I thought it was my brother, but those stairs creaked terribly and my brother's a big dude. I stared in bewilderment at seeing but not hearing the ascending figure. When it got to the top of the stairs I saw it more clearly, or at least as clear as my impaired vision would let me.
It wasn't translucent or shadowy, but solid. Like a tall and large figure wrapped completely in oil-soaked rags, mostly piled atop the shoulders which mostly obscured its head except its featureless face barely poking out but still under rags.
After a moment it whipped around at me and bellowed an extremely deep growl that to this day is unlike any other sound I've heard. I was beyond terrified. After it stopped, it slowly turned away and walked through the doorway into the other room. When I had unfrozen and went in there, the room was empty.
Behold my terrible MS Paint skillz, my weak attempt at showing the... thing I encountered late at night so long ago. I call it an oilrag banshee because the first forum I shared this story said I had described a banshee.