About 10 years ago my friend’s dad passed away. He was originally from Mexico and his sister was in town for the funeral. While we were remembering him one night, the sister told us a strange story of why this man stuttered his whole life. Something he saw as a child. The clothing he was wearing; resembling a coat with tails and a hat. The coat and hat man episode took place in Mexico in the early 1950’s. Whatever my friends dad saw hovering in the room where he was looking for his mother, it scared him unconscious, when he awoke, he stuttered. I couldn’t help but notice that what this man saw as a child was the same thing I saw as a very young child. My very first memory as a toddler was that of the “Tickle Monsters”. Whittier, California in the late 1970’s. They stood around my bed and tickled me. i could see their silhouettes. They reminded me of secret agents with the coat and the hat. My mother still remembers me running to her room and crying about it. It was scary but I didn’t get the feeling they were evil. I remember their fingers felt bony, and i could see their eyes. Their eyes were darker than the dark of night.
About 4 years later my family moved to Everett, Washington. The first week we moved into our new condo, my family didn’t have furniture. We all slept on the floor that night. From left to right, me, my mom, my dad, my little brother. I was about 6. That night i awoke to see the door open a crack and someone behind it. I am not sure if I sensed it, or saw it, or both. I closed my eyes tightly and wished it to go away. When I opened my eyes, the door was open more, and it was there. I was scared. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep so that it would pass. Nope. The door was wide open and he was standing there. Tuxedo type outfit, tails, cloak, he looked like the penguin from batman. I tried to pretend I was asleep, he knew I was not. I didn’t dare scream because I didn’t want this thing to hurt my family. And also I didn’t want my father to kill it. The more I closed and opened my eyes, the closer this thing got to me, until he was kneeling over me. He pulled down my blanket very quietly. He pulled down my pajama pants, and reached into his cloak for a bag, a cloth sack is how I remember it. The contents of the bag felt like a fine powder or a dust. He sprinkled it on me, right on my junk. I felt it. Then, just as he arrived, he left. Slowly, silently, with a look on his pale face with black features. In the morning I told my parents to search the house for some sign of an intruder. Of course they laughed it off. My mother believes me now. :) I don’t know the significance of this event, but somehow it changed my life and I am happy to see other people have experienced it too. I am about as skeptical and agnostic/bordering on atheist. I’m here to tell you, this is real.
— evilsin
I’m new to this site (which I love by the way) but I am not new to this experience, I lived with the memory my whole life and I am happy to see so many people sharing this experience! I don’t understand this viewpoint; it is so different from my understanding. In my experience, these things are not good or bad, they just “are” and they have nothing to do with addiction, negative energy, religion, astral projection, pornography?, frozen yogurt, etc. and for anybody reading through this site, I would like to say that there are those of us who experienced this, who believe 100% that it is real, but it has nothing to do with any of this stuff. I think that when people start talking like that it steals credibility from this very real (and some day scientifically explainable) occurrence. If you believe in god, then certainly you don’t believe in anything “super-natural” except for god. These things share the universe with us somehow.