Alarm clocks are seriously the worst, but I would gladly prefer being woken up by a sharp buzz than something grazing my foot or an eerie tapping against my window. When the lights are off and you're dozing off, you become the perfect target for any strange happenings.Here is a list of creepy, disturbing experiences people have woken up to in the middle of the night. While a few are just simple, funny misunderstandings, most of them cannot be explained, which makes them all the more terrifying!
"The wife and I had been married roughly two years at the time. About two months after we were married, she started having problems. Mood swings, anxiety, irritability, that sort of thing. But we were working opposite schedules at the time, so I was pretty irritable, too.
Well, her anxiety got worse and started a beautiful friendship with paranoia. Eventually, she wasn't able to work anymore. She got to the point where she couldn't even leave the house most days. She required more time and effort to care for. Things were pretty intense for a couple in their 20's. We tried doctors, but weren't getting much response from them. Mostly wait and see. She kept getting worse, and things got harder for us.
By this point, I'd been forced to quit my job, so that I could keep an eye on her full-time. I went to college, taking courses online, so I could make sure she stayed safe. Student loans basically sustained us for a while. We moved in with her mom and sister, so that they could take turns watching over her.
Anyway, after a couple of major depressive spouts, some self-harm, and a suicide attempt or two to spice things up, the doctors decided they should be dosing her up. They tried putting her on a bunch of different medications. Some made her numb. Some made her heart race so badly we ended up in the ER again.
One of the medications ended up making her extremely violent. She'd lash out at me, bite me, scream insults and such. A couple of times, I had to physically restrain her to keep her from hurting me, and I was the only one in the house that she'd listen to even in the slightest when her brain was misfiring.
As you can imagine, I try to sleep when she sleeps. Usually I'm a really light sleeper, and I wake up whenever she makes an unusual noise or rolls over on the bed, but sometimes I have schoolwork due, and the only time to finish it is while she's asleep, so eventually I'd get a decent amount of sleep lag, crawl into bed, and sleep heavily.
Then suddenly I'm awake. There's something wrong. The wife isn't in the bed next to me. I realize that there's more light in the room than normal. The door is slightly ajar, and light is coming in from the hallway.
She's standing at the foot of the bed. She's gotten a big kitchen knife from somewhere. We'd been locking up the sharp implements, so at the time I don't know how she got it.
And she's mumbling very quietly to herself. I strain my ears, and she's arguing with herself about the merits of killing me versus leaving me alive. They were nonsensical, but mostly ran along the lines of, "He stops me from doing what I want: hurting people and killing myself." Those were the cons. And then, "There's no one else I can talk to."
And that was pretty much the whole of her debate. So you can imagine how I'm feeling at this point. Scared, terrified, and exhausted. I'd been dealing with such a high stress level for so long that I'd started hallucinating that she'd called for me when she hadn't. And I'm just at the point where I turn into a 17-year-old girl, and I just take it anymore.
I look at her, and I tell her, "Take my life if you want. It's yours already. I gave it to you when we got married." And then I roll over and pretend to fall asleep. Of course, I'm straining my ears for any sound to warn me I might lose my spleen, but after a moment, she crawls into bed, puts the knife under her pillow, and falls asleep.
Once she started snoring, I carefully pulled the knife from under her pillow and returned it to one of the locked drawers in the kitchen. Then, I took five minutes to shake like a leaf as the adrenaline wears off, and then another 10 to cry silently on the couch. Then, I crawled back into bed, wrapped my arms around her, and fell asleep.To this day, she still doesn't remember it."
"I woke up from an unsettling dream because my wrists were really sore. Turns out my boyfriend-at-the-time had his hands clamped tightly around my wrists because I had full-on tried to strangle him in his sleep, and he was trying to get me off his throat.To this day, I have no memory or idea why I was strangling him."
"My old co-worker had a son that was in his mid-30's, and he had a son named Hunter that was 4 or 5. She said that Hunter would have bad dreams and that he would sleep with his dad when he got scared.
One night, he woke up because he heard Hunter calling him, but he was calling him by his name, not "dad." So, he went to his room, and he was asleep.
He woke him up and said, "Hunter, you were calling me. Is everything okay?" Hunter said, "Dad, when they call you you're not supposed to answer," and fell back asleep. He asked him about it in the morning, but he said he didn't remember saying it.I get chills when I think about it."