I have had two experiences involving hooded beings. I grew up in the Highlands of Scotland and was still living there at the time. The first experience was only a dream, but it felt so incredibly real.
When I was around 13/14 (2003/04) I dreamt I was headed downstairs to my cellar to get some wine. I had no such wine cellar in real life, but I somehow knew the building I was in and where I was going.
The steps leading down were huge, grey, old looking, dusty stone steps, and the building looked like the inside of a very old castle.
Nearing the bottom of the steps, I stumbled over and twisted to my left, landing on the stone ground at the bottom of the steps. I lay there, now facing into a room where I saw three black, cloaked figures sitting at a table playing cards, and I had startled one of them. He turned sharply toward me and I saw nothing inside the cloak! It was like an invisible man was wearing a long, hooded cloak, but there wasn't emptiness inside the cloak but rather a darkness. He quickly came toward me as I lay on the floor and put his dark sleeve over my face completely.
This all happened very fast once I hit the ground. That's when I woke up shaken from what had been one of the most vivid dreams I ever had. It wasn't exactly a lucid dream, but I was completely self aware as I made my way down those steps and I remember it all in great detail.
I told my mother about the dream and she simply told me calmly that I somehow stumbled into a place I wasn't supposed to have been in.
My second experience was much more terrifying! This happened about a year ago. I am now 23 and have moved down to central Scotland in the Falkirk area. My double bed has a bunk over the top and a wooden board attached to the left of the pillows where a strip light is fixed. On the other side of that board is a sink and huge mirror. The room is second story height and the bedroom door itself was double locked with a latch on, too.
I awoke one night around 3-4 a.m. to the sound of somebody going through the wastepaper basket by the sink. I was too groggy and sleepy to be startled by this. Then suddenly the tap water was turned on fast. Then off again. On and off, on and off, on and off.
This definitely woke me up, and the very second I became alert, a dark, hooded figure stepped out from behind the wooden board that had been concealing him. I hadn't moved or made any sound at this point, but it was as if he just knew I was aware of his presence. It was a definite male presence and I can't explain how I know this. He stood at the side of my bed looking down at me, and all I could feel was pure terror. It was just fear in its purest form. There was a darkness emanating from this being and the room was filled with utter dread.
I eventually shot up to a sitting upright position, but it felt as if I had jolted out of my body and I was desperately thrashing my arms toward this being. It seemed to dance around and I was unable to hit or grab him. I couldn't seem to feel anything physically. He moved in such a way that suggested he did not want to be touched by me and he eventually vanished into thin air.
I lay back down, shaking, still frightened, and grabbed my phone which was laying to my right. I desperately wanted to hear another human voice. I had planned to call my mother but actually had a few missed calls from a friend who I will call "Dave." I called him immediately.
Dave picked up the phone and spoke in a shaky voice telling me he was very afraid. I calmly asked him what was wrong, and he said he had drunkenly tried to take a shortcut home from a party hours ago. Now he was sobering up and had somehow managed to get himself lost in the woods in the pitch black. (He was still living up north in my home town, lots of countryside.) I told him I would stay on the phone with him and talk until he made it home, just for the comfort, as he had a vague idea of which direction to walk in. He did eventually and thanked me for calming him down and said it was such a relief just to hear a familiar voice with him.
I didn't tell him at that moment that I was actually thinking the same thing about him and was just as relieved as he was to hear the comforting voice of a friend. I told him a few days later about what happened that night. He just asked me if I was okay. I don't know if my encounter with this hooded figure was in any way related to him being lost in the woods alone in the darkness, but the timing was impeccable. He had been trying to call me the whole time it was happening.
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When I was around 13/14 (2003/04) I dreamt I was headed downstairs to my cellar to get some wine. I had no such wine cellar in real life, but I somehow knew the building I was in and where I was going.
The steps leading down were huge, grey, old looking, dusty stone steps, and the building looked like the inside of a very old castle.
Nearing the bottom of the steps, I stumbled over and twisted to my left, landing on the stone ground at the bottom of the steps. I lay there, now facing into a room where I saw three black, cloaked figures sitting at a table playing cards, and I had startled one of them. He turned sharply toward me and I saw nothing inside the cloak! It was like an invisible man was wearing a long, hooded cloak, but there wasn't emptiness inside the cloak but rather a darkness. He quickly came toward me as I lay on the floor and put his dark sleeve over my face completely.
This all happened very fast once I hit the ground. That's when I woke up shaken from what had been one of the most vivid dreams I ever had. It wasn't exactly a lucid dream, but I was completely self aware as I made my way down those steps and I remember it all in great detail.
I told my mother about the dream and she simply told me calmly that I somehow stumbled into a place I wasn't supposed to have been in.
My second experience was much more terrifying! This happened about a year ago. I am now 23 and have moved down to central Scotland in the Falkirk area. My double bed has a bunk over the top and a wooden board attached to the left of the pillows where a strip light is fixed. On the other side of that board is a sink and huge mirror. The room is second story height and the bedroom door itself was double locked with a latch on, too.
I awoke one night around 3-4 a.m. to the sound of somebody going through the wastepaper basket by the sink. I was too groggy and sleepy to be startled by this. Then suddenly the tap water was turned on fast. Then off again. On and off, on and off, on and off.
This definitely woke me up, and the very second I became alert, a dark, hooded figure stepped out from behind the wooden board that had been concealing him. I hadn't moved or made any sound at this point, but it was as if he just knew I was aware of his presence. It was a definite male presence and I can't explain how I know this. He stood at the side of my bed looking down at me, and all I could feel was pure terror. It was just fear in its purest form. There was a darkness emanating from this being and the room was filled with utter dread.
I eventually shot up to a sitting upright position, but it felt as if I had jolted out of my body and I was desperately thrashing my arms toward this being. It seemed to dance around and I was unable to hit or grab him. I couldn't seem to feel anything physically. He moved in such a way that suggested he did not want to be touched by me and he eventually vanished into thin air.
I lay back down, shaking, still frightened, and grabbed my phone which was laying to my right. I desperately wanted to hear another human voice. I had planned to call my mother but actually had a few missed calls from a friend who I will call "Dave." I called him immediately.
Dave picked up the phone and spoke in a shaky voice telling me he was very afraid. I calmly asked him what was wrong, and he said he had drunkenly tried to take a shortcut home from a party hours ago. Now he was sobering up and had somehow managed to get himself lost in the woods in the pitch black. (He was still living up north in my home town, lots of countryside.) I told him I would stay on the phone with him and talk until he made it home, just for the comfort, as he had a vague idea of which direction to walk in. He did eventually and thanked me for calming him down and said it was such a relief just to hear a familiar voice with him.
I didn't tell him at that moment that I was actually thinking the same thing about him and was just as relieved as he was to hear the comforting voice of a friend. I told him a few days later about what happened that night. He just asked me if I was okay. I don't know if my encounter with this hooded figure was in any way related to him being lost in the woods alone in the darkness, but the timing was impeccable. He had been trying to call me the whole time it was happening.
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