My grandma and mom used to tell me about the things I shouldn’t be doing or saying at night. For starters, don’t stay out so late, do not whistle, sing, or ever say that you’re going “home.”
‘Til this day when I’m out and about at night or at a place where I feel is sketchy, I always say, “Let’s go (names of whoever is with me).” Never do I leave it open-ended. It’s weird, I’m not superstitious but at the same time I do believe in spirits and ghosts. I mean I had my fair share of strange and unexplainable experiences.
This story is not super scary but it did remind me about the rules I was told to follow so I don’t attract unwanted guests.
Back in late fall of 2021, I was still living in Marshall, MN with my fiancé and his younger brother, brother’s girlfriend, and another roommate. The big white house we lived in was just fine – not creepy, haunted or anything. One night I was in the kitchen washing dishes and right in front of me was a window in which I opened to let in some cool air. While I was washing dishes, I started singing, just minding my own business. All of a sudden I looked up out into the darkness outside and got this weird feeling like someone or something was watching me. I just knew that I had messed up.
I finished washing the dishes and carried on like usual, forgetting that moment as I told myself that it was probably just my mind psyching me out.
Later that night, I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that I was sleeping in bed and my fiancé walked in. My eyes scanned him up and down and while he looked like my fiancé, at the same time my mind and body told me that it wasn’t him. I was skeptical. But he insisted and tried to get into bed with me.
At one point, my mind was getting foggy. It was like a war in my head one side ringing with warning bells to be careful while the other half was telling me that all was okay, I was safe.
My fiancé said, “Do you want to kiss me?”
I moved towards him and planted a kiss upon his lips. It was soft and warm at first but then my body went cold as his tongue pushed inside my mouth. This tongue was rough and scratchy and my mind knew that this indeed wasn’t my man. I pushed away from him,
“Who are you?”
“I’m your fiancé.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “No you’re not.”
He kept fighting me, insisting that I was confused and when I wouldn’t let up, he started to transform right before my eyes. My fiancé turned into a creature that I could only describe as similar to a troll. He had a big nose with rounded bumps and leathering greenish-gray skin. I can’t remember what his hair color was (I believe it was a lighter color) but it was short and stuck out in all directions atop his hair. His clothing was unclear too but it was in shades of brown and looked raggedy.
He accused me, “You’re a tease.”
I was absolutely dumbfounded. I immediately thought about the love song I was singing earlier while washing dishes before the opened window.
He aggressively advanced on me but I yelled at him. A common phrase I’d say when I find myself in these kind of dreams is, “You have no right to be here. Go and leave me alone!” I would repeat that multiple times until I start to stir awake. He disappeared or perhaps I just woke up – I don’t remember much after that but the first thing I thought about when my eyes opened to the darkness of my bedroom was that I would be more mindful about where and when I chose to sing.
I felt safe singing in the house and that was why I did it in the first place but never again before an open window at night anymore.
Truth is, sometimes I do wonder if my mind just conjured up this nightmare because of the rules my elders told me. I mean it wasn’t until I looked up and realized that I had the window opened the whole time that I started feeling like something was watching me. At the same time however, I do remember abruptly cutting off my singing in the middle of the song, so perhaps a part of me was already sensing that something was off.
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