That Man in My Dreams

Since a very young age, Caitlyn has been able to see entities that visit her family around the house, and these remained as just that claims until she was able to get proof that none of these were only in her mind. There was one, though, a hunting image that hasn't left her, the only one she wishes didn't actually exist. My name is Edwin, and here is Caitlyn. It's true scary story. I grew up in London in a very normal neighborhood with both my parents and my younger brother. I was only small when I had my first encounter with something that I couldn't explain. Even now I find it hard to explain whenever I talk about it. You're not supposed to remember your life before a certain age, and I can remember this day. The house was in London. I was three or four, I think, very young. My bedroom was directly across the hall from the toilets. The toilet was spacing my bedroom. I was playing on the floor with my legs spread out, leaning back, doing these push up five of things, which is really strang My mum was sat behind me on the toilet. As I sat up again, I could see a lady on my window ledge directly in front of me. She had her legs pulled up to her chest. She sat there, balancing herself from the ledge, looking down at me. I didn't feel scared. I remember turning around to my mom and saying, that lady is back again. My mom said, what lady, The lady that sits on my window and talks to me. I remember exactly how she was sitting, what she looked like, what she was wearing. She was old, had short white hair, and sitting with her knees pulled up, looking down at me. She would come quite a lot and just sit there on my window ledge. Whenever she would speak to me, her mouth wouldn't move. I didn't have to move mine to respond back to her. It was like mine reading. That's the best way that I can really explain it. She would ask me how I am, she'd call me beautiful, but mostly she would sit there. I would play, knowing that she was a few days later, me and my mom were looking through a family album. I pointed to a photograph of a lady and said, that's the lady that sits in my window. My mum told me again years later, the lady I pointed out was actually my great grandmother. I never physically met her while she was alive, I still felt a sense of either woman's safety whenever she was around. I was never ever scared, although that was quite a nice experience for me. My dad would have instances in the house where he would feel blowing on his face or would feel things touching him whenever he was showering. I've always had trouble with sleeping even now, but my troubles was sleeping first began in that house in London. I was a bit older and I had to stopped seeing my grandma. She disappeared one day and just never came back. I would always have nights terrrors. I would have them every night when I was younger, especially in that house, these really vivid dreams of people dying, being burned or cremated. This one night, I knew that I was dreaming. I can't really explain that. In my dream, I woke up lying in the middle of a circle of people who were all sitting on chairs and talking to each other over my body, like I was invisible. I stood up and I started asking people where I was, saying I wanted to go home. No one in the circle was listening to me or looking at me. I remember screaming, I need to wake up, I need to go hiring, wake me up, wake me up. As I said that, everyone in the circle stopped talking and stared back at me. I remember a man who was sat in front of me, really really well. He was tall, very pale, and bored, and was wearing a black suit with the bright red tie. He stared at me for a while and looked to his left to the other person sat next to him, and said, she knows she's dreaming. Don't let her know. Don't let her know. We know she knows she's dreaming. She knows this is real. The man in front of me stood up walked over to me. I remember trying to walk backwards from him. I couldn't move. When he got closer to me, he placed his hand slat on the top of my head. As soon as he placed his hand there, I experienced intense shooting place from the top of my head all the way down to my feet. Then everything went dark. These dreams would happen almost every night. Each time they happened, I would try to find different way back to my sleeping body, but it always ended up with the man placing his hand on my head and everything going dark. A few years later, I told my mom this happened to me nearly every night. Told me there are several occasions when my father and mother would be downstairs and they would hear me screaming from my bedroom. She rushed to the stairs and into my room. She turned on the light, opened the door to get to me. She saw a figure that was taller than the ceiling run past her and out the door. I still have no answers about why this man haunted my dreams every single night at such a young age. I'm twenty five now, and the dreams would stick with me every night until it got to the stage where I would have to take sleeping pills. This stopped me from dreaming. I relied on these quite heavily, but then things started happening to me while I wasn't just asleep. I moved into a flat on my iron. In the first couple of months, I had no experiences that would stick out to me. I only little bit here and there. I had my earphones on and I was cleaning the flat. I had just finished cleaning the bathroom, and I was cleaning the hallway. Floors. I stood up to go and grab the hoover. The bathroom door had been left sort of a jar, so I could see through it the lights up. As I was walking towards the bathroom, I felt its intense heaviness. So it's crazy. I could see someone sat down in my bathtub, facing away from me. I knew it was that matter. I recognized him. I knew it was him. I could make out he was tall, he was bored. He'd just sat there, facing away from me, in my bathtub. Even though the lights in there had been turned off, I could see him. I grabbed my phone. I thought, if I can get a picture of it, can tell people and prove I'm not lying. But as I grabbed my phone and looked back, he was gone. I'd have things divid all my sudden flashes where I'd see this man's face from my dreams. This would happen when I was doing absolutely like studying or in lesson at my job, cleaning, showering, watching TV, anything, since I was little when my dream started. The more they happened, the more I got used to this man, the more I realized that I just have to accept that I'm going to be carrying with him foot all my life, He's actually attached to me. Moving it into the flat changed the dreams. I was decorating my bedroom. I didn't have my bed built up yet, I had the mattress and the floor. I remember falling asleep. I felt that familiar feeling of myself waking up, not in this world. I knew any minute i'd wake up in that circle again and see that man again. But this time I didn't. I rolled over. I was still in the bedroom, in my flat, on the same mattress. Everything looked the same. There wasn't anyone there with me, but something felt different. I stood up and walked myself over to the bedroom door. As I looked out, it hit me that actually I was wrong. I wasn't in the same place that I fell asleep. I looked to the left of my bedroom door out into the hallway. The hallway went on and on for miles. I couldn't see the end of it. I couldn't see my kitchen, I couldn't see my living room. It was just miles and miles of the hallway. I just knew the man was there somewhere. I could feel him watching me. The carpet when I looked down at my feet was bright blue. My carpet in my hallway at the moment is cream. I looked the other way and it was the exact same. I remember feeling panic. I instantly felt unsafe. He was there somewhere. I could feel him. I remember turning back to look into the bedroom. I could see the mattress on the floor, the decorating tool scattered in my bedroom, the windows are curtains, and my body laying there on the mattress, fast asleep. I ran back to my body, closed my eyes and said to myself, wake upet's happening again. He's here, Over and over and over again. I kept opening my eyes. I was selling a dream. I couldn't bring my body out of it. It felt like hours before I was able to make up. I remember my body jolting awake. When I woke up, I was sweating frough my clothes. I looked at the door, which was wide open. I don't ever sleep with the door open. I asked the medium to come to my flat. She told me straight off the bat that I had a portal attached me. Spirits attached themselves to me. It chapped inside of me or I chapped where I'm living that they can't get out. The medium worked with me to try and release some of these spirits. It didn't really work. Caitlyn gets help, but her problems don't start. The rest of her story comes right after this stay with us. I have a seizure condition. When I am a well, I have more seizures. I sleep through most of the days and nights just because my body is so tired. I remember a period where I was really sick. My body wasn't recovering fast enough. My boyfriend had just moved in with me. I don't remember much some of siezures in the intense sleep period. I do remember tossing and turning. One night, I kept waking up to movement at the end of my bed, like someone trying to play with my feet. I nudged my boyfriend to tell him stop grubbing my feet, of keeping on my feet, whatever he was doing. I was telling him to stop. Once I said out loud to stop doing that, the movement instantly stopped. I tried to get back to sleep again, but after tossing the turn the saying march, I laid back on my back and opened my eyes as I opened my eyes. He was there, staring down at me. The man was there, the man in my dreams, the man that I see when I close my eyes, the man who is sitting in my bathtub. He was leaning over my head and staring down at me. I remember not being able to move. I could feel the tie hitting me softly from where he was being over. I thought I was having sleep paralysis, but that man was there. He was shaking his head really fast in an emotion, and saying really really fast, please please, please, please, please, please please, over and over. I was staring up at this lamb so what felt like the whole night. I tried on several occasions to wake up my boyfriend, but he wouldn't wake up, and I couldn't move. The man stopped shaking his head and stopped saying please. He just stood silent. There was no noise, just me and this man facing each other. He was tiring away from me, and I was laying below him. We stared at each other, neither of us saying anything at all. Then I heard a bang. My eyes sharp and opened again. He was gone. The next morning, I was glad to tell my boyfriend I just said, you really bugged me last night when you was kicking my feet. He stopped turning to me and said, what do you mean kicking your feet, Kate? I didn't kick your feet, but something worth happened to me last night too. I remember going ice cold, felt really bad that me being with him was exposing him to whatever was attached to me. I asked what happened. He said, I was asleep facing you with my back to the edge of the bed. I woke up and felt a hand on the top of my head and someone pulling at my feet. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to think he was crazy when this is what I had been experienced in my whole life. I told him everything, and he actually believed me. I visited the medium again and asked for a before reading. As soon as she started reading, I broke down crying. She said to me, I was gifted and I could build pathways with this world to the other side, which scared me. I never wanted this to happen, and I never wanted to be this way. When I went into that meeting, I was hoping she'd be able to tell me who this man was. She wasn't able, but towards the end of the reading, she said, there's a man here. He's so tall I can't see his face. He's blocking me. He won't let me see who he is. A new straight away was him. He's attached to me. Where right? Guy? He follows. I'm not sure I'll ever be rid of him. Our front door has a peepole. That's the camera when you get close enough to the door. It took as a communal hallway light and turns on the lights. A few weeks back, my boyfriend was asleep. It was three or four in the morning. We have a hitting and normally he sleeps with the night at the end of our bed. I woke up to him crying in the hallway. I sat up and could hear him, but couldn't see him. I'd shut my door. I stood up to grab him and bring him back to the bed with me. As I got into the hallway, I could see through a peep pole that the hallway light was on outside. Something or someone triggered the lights to turn on. I walked to look through their peopole, but couldn't see anyone. At three am in the morning, I don't know who would be up in the hallway. To the left of my slab is the flight of stairs. I'm on the middle floor. I had people above me and below me. I put it down to maybe somebody who was above me going up the stairs. After got closer to the door, I could hear noises off fast footsteps running on the stairs. Maybe someone just got in, or someone would gone to work early. I stood there for fifteen minutes listening to the footsteps on the stairs. They sounded like someone was running up and down them. Very scared to open the door and have a look. I picked up my kit in and took him back to bed, close my bedroom door again and tried my best to sleep. Every now and again, my boyfriend and I will hear little odd noises that we can't explain, glasses moving along the counters, or a few weeks ago, we was just about to fall asleep in the shower. I turned itself on. I steel have these dreams now. I can still feel that man. I have moments where I be on my own and hear something around me, or feel someone next to me. I'm terrified to see him again. I can't make up if he's safe or not. I don't know if he's good or not. He's never caused me any physical pain, but he's terrorized my dreams for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it. I know some say spirits attached himself to you because they have unfinished business. But I don't know what to believe, only that there is a man. He hasn't left me alone since I was small. I have absolutely no idea how to make him go. Talk about him to anyone, to my mom or my boyfriend. I don't say I've seen him or he's back again, and now I think. When I spoke to the medium about what I was seeing, she said, a lot of the time, you know who they are. They're people from your past, of people from your family. I've had a grandpa that passed away. I knew what he looks like. He looked nothing like this man. If I saw this man out in the street, I would recognize him straightway. I've never seen him out in the street or in public. He only comes to me when I'm asleep, when I'm on my own, when I'm not very well. He comes to me whenever he wants to. I don't know his name, I just know him as that man. I haven't had seen he my whole life. I started five years ago. They're not epilepsy. I'm still under the doctor, so they're not sure what causes them. I just have them when I'm not very well. They said that it's my body not being able to cope the pain or illness. It just shuts down. When I'm not very well, I dream about anything else other than this man. I don't know who he is. I see's here for me. He's not if he has unfinished business. I don't know if the medium was writing saying that I had a gift and they attached himself to me. I have no answers. I get quite impatient because I don't know if I ever will have answers. I have little things here and there, but they're nothink as big as those encounters. There was one encounter that I don't really pass to something big, but now I think about it, it may be worth mentioning. My boyfriend went on holiday for a week. My mom came to stay with me. My mom doesn't believe in all of that stuff. She says to me, you're not very way, you're too tired, you need to go to sleep. I don't know whether she doesn't believe in it or she just is to go ahead to talk about it. She was asleep with me in bed. I woke up in the middle of the night. It was silent. There was a massive bang behind me in my mom's head, and it woke my mom up as well. I sat up and I said, what was that? She said, I don't know, but I heard it too. Don't worry, it's like being there, but go back to sleep. As he was falling back to sleep, she woke up again and she said, Caitlyn, the bed is shaking. I couldn't feel the bed shaking, but she said, I swear the bed started shaking. It was just me and her in the middle of the night. He was asleep. Why on earth was my bed shaking? It's crazy. When I spoke to other people who have similar experiences, these people have said it's the house they're living in, or it's their relatives, things like that. I've moved house several times. Each time i've moved house, the same thing happens. He's still there. This man is still here. He has fat in my bathtub, He's everywhere I go. I don't know who this man is I've never seen him before. I've lived through family albums. This man is attached to me. I have no idea who he is. I can't speak to him. I've tried to talk to him in my dreams when I wake up and in the circle. There's so many times in instances where I've said to who are you? What your name? But he keeps repeating things like, she knows she's dreaming, don't tell how she's dreaming. She will knows she's dreaming. She knows she's dreaming, she knows she's dreaming. Don't let her know, don't let her know. We know. Puts his hand on my head and then I disappear. It's funny when my boyfriend woke up a few weeks ago and said there was a hand on my head. Straight away I thought, it's him. It's that Matt. I've tried several occasions to draw him on a piece of paper so I can show him to my boyfriend and say, this is the person that I see all the time, this is who But I can't. I just can't do it. I can't. I don't know how to. I think that's scarier than all these experiences having no answers. I've seen mediums. I didn't get any answers. They didn't tell me who he is. The way I see it, he is in my house. He's playing with me and my boyfriend. He's tickling our feet or pulling our feet. He's standing over me. He's in my dreams. He's everywhere I go. But I said, I get flashbacks of his face when I'm watching TV or doing the my simplest thing. I think that's maybe him telling me that he's here. When I see him, then his face pops into my brain. I feel like it's him saying I'm here. I referred to him as the man in my dreams. Then he started coming to me physically. For such a long time, I thought that it was me problems with my sleep. Maybe I was tired, so I was having these really bad dreams. Some people just are chronic bad dreamers, aren't they. They just have bad dreams all the time in nightmares. But the fact I could feel him that he's real, he said in dreams. She knows, she knows she's dreaming. She knows this is real. I sit back and think there must be an end goal to this. He must be here for something. He's trying to tell me something. It's been going on since I was so small and twenty five. Now, when am I going to figure this out? There's no answers the medium, she said, the problem with dreaming is that you only dream of faces that you've seen before. Your brain can't make up a face. It only puts people in your dreams, and you've seen maybe in passing or you know there, I don't know. That's not Where has he come from? Do you have a story that you want to share, go to true scarystory dot com and if you have a story in Spanish, find me directly on TikTok or Instagram at edwin cove That's E d w I n CoV and should be a DM or comment somewhere so I can put you on our show The Road Historia's Realist. If you know of someone that would like this show, copy the link to it and send it to them. Make sure that they also drop some stars and tap follow on the show to get more of these. Anyway, thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, See us soon