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There is something in my room that likes to wake me up at night and mess with me. I fear that it may be some sort of entity that likes to take the form of my deceased mom.

About six years ago I moved from the city of Marysville, Washington to the small town of Stanwood about 30 minutes away. My dad and step-mom had found a bigger house out in the country that was fit for everyone. The history of the house wasn't much, we are the second owners of the house and the previous owners were the creators of this beautiful place in the 1970's.

Over the years nothing really bad has happened in the house, just occasional creaks and cracks caused by the old house. Every where in the house is fine except for my room. And this is where the experiences begin.

When I was little, my mom passed away from leukemia and my family cremated her body and put her ashes in a gold urn. I remember a tiny bit about my mom like her smile and how she seemed so strong even when she was weak. But I don't remember important things like her voice or her actions...

But we had put her ashes in a gold urn which my dad gave to me when we moved into the house. I placed the urn on my drawers and I've kept it in that spot ever since. And every night before I go to sleep I like to say goodnight to the urn and as I fall asleep at night I get a strange feeling. It's a feeling of being watched, and its not the good kind of being watched.

The first time it happened was a few years ago and I was awakened in the middle of the night paralyzed from neck down. I felt the mattress start to dip by me and I heard a whistling noise coming from that direction. My eyes looked to the clock to check the time and it was 3:33 A.M. As my eyes looked back towards the whistling noise, a dark figure sat there leaning over me.

Instantly, I closed my eyes and started screaming and the feeling of someone on my bed disappeared. Once that happened, I was able to move and I booked it for my dad's room across the hall. After I woke him up and told him what happened, he dismissed what I had told him and said it was part of my imagination. I reluctantly agreed with him...

Nothing had happened for a few years but I would occasionally wake up at around 3:33 A.M to strange noises in my room like knocking or things falling. But one night, around late January this year, I woke up to that strange feeling again. Something was stroking my hair as I woke up. This time I couldn't move my head along with my body so I moved my eyes around. My tv was on so I saw what was playing, some cooking show, and I also saw my mom's box which was laying on the floor like someone had dropped it plus I saw my clock which read 3:33. I was shocked to see my mom's urn on the floor, it was nowhere near the edge of my drawers and I never touched the thing plus that thing is a good 5 to 6 lbs, it should be hard to move.

The stroking on my hair slowly moved to my cheek, (the touch was very cold I must add) and I heard a lady whisper, "Shhh, don't freak out."

My eyes looked up as far as they could and they landed on a dark figure standing above me. It terrified me and I tried to scream but it came out muffled because my mouth wouldn't open. The muffled scream must've been loud enough to hear cause my dad, who was still awake in the living room, came barging into my room asking what was wrong. And as he turned on the light, the shadow disappeared and I was filled with a sense of dread.

Again, I told my dad what had happened to me but he just dismissed it as a nightmare. But if it was a nightmare, how could I know what was playing on my tv and know what time it was? I also had my own thoughts, which never happen in my dreams. So I definatly knew it was not my imagination including since it has happened before.

I went to my grandpa's house a few weeks later and he showed me a video of my sister and I when we were little. It was the first time I ever heard my mom's voice and I couldn't help but be shocked. Her voice was the same as the shadow figure's in my room.

Later that day, I was watching a show about ghosts and they were talking about how demons like to take the form of other things that seem not so threatening. They also talked about how they like to appear at the time of 3 because it is a demonic symbol. Plus by always getting that terrified feeling and sense of dread I knew by then that it was a dark enitity of some sort but not a very bad one at that.

I have had several encounters with the shadow since then and I usually tense up with fear but I've learned to just ignore it and fall back asleep. It hasn't made any attempts to hurt me and it's voice likes to take different forms but it usually uses my mom's.