Something strange happened this morning… and the uploader wanted to get it down before the fear slipped away. It was exactly 7 a.m. when the incident occurred—still early, still dark enough to feel like night hadn't fully let go.



The uploader had been asleep, undisturbed for hours. There were no signs of restlessness, no interruptions. But then… something shifted.


It began with a vivid vision—a woman. She appeared suddenly. Young, pale, dressed in white. Her hair was cut into a sharp bob, highlighted and neat. But the strange part? Her face was a blur—indescribable. It wasn’t that the uploader didn’t try to remember; it was like the face simply didn’t exist or wasn’t meant to be recalled. And there was something else—she was upset. Not just sad, but disturbed in a way that radiated tension into the atmosphere.


Before anything more could unfold, an overwhelming feeling swept over the narrator. It wasn’t a whisper, not a hunch. It was a loud, internal voice that said—Don’t turn around. And with that warning came something deeper, darker… a crushing wave of fear that didn’t feel natural. It wasn’t fear of a nightmare or fear of the dark—it was primal, electric, like something truly dangerous was behind them.


The sensation was paralyzing. The narrator couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe properly. It felt like the room had dropped several degrees in an instant. Then it happened—pressure. A physical push on the narrator’s left shoulder, strong enough to jolt them awake. But waking up didn’t make the fear go away. If anything, it made it worse.


Now fully conscious, the uploader’s body reacted with an intensity that couldn’t be explained. Their eyes started watering uncontrollably—not in a sleepy haze, but like they were on the verge of crying. And here’s the part that really rattled them: they hadn’t cried at all since the middle of 2024. Months of emotional stillness—suddenly shattered in seconds. They weren’t just emotional—they were trembling.



The uploader described it as if the woman had rubbed her energy off on them. Like she had passed something along—left a residue of her sadness, her fear, or maybe even her presence. And no matter how much time passed, they couldn’t shake it. Even while typing the details out, the narrator admitted they were still shaking. Their hands wouldn’t stop trembling, their breath wouldn’t slow down.


And perhaps the most unnerving part? This wasn’t the narrator’s first brush with the paranormal. They had experienced things before—things that defied explanation. But it had been years. Long enough to almost forget what that kind of fear really felt like. And now, just like that, it was back.


So the question lingers: what exactly happened this morning?


Was it just a vivid dream? Sleep paralysis? Maybe. But for those who’ve felt real paranormal energy… they know the difference. Dreams don’t leave you emotionally broken. They don’t shake you to your core or leave an invisible fingerprint on your spirit. This felt different.


And what about the woman? Who was she? A spirit trapped in emotional pain? A warning? Or maybe something darker? Her lack of a face almost felt symbolic—like she wasn’t meant to be remembered, or perhaps didn’t want to be known. The fact that she appeared upset is another red flag. In many spiritual beliefs, especially those rooted in energy and emotion, entities carry with them residual feelings—trauma, sadness, even rage. And when they make contact, intentionally or not, those feelings transfer.


So when the narrator says it felt like she rubbed her energy off on them… it might be more than just a metaphor. That overwhelming sadness, the tears, the trembling—it could all be the aftermath of spiritual contact. And that terrifying voice warning “Don’t turn around”—could it have been the narrator’s intuition? Or something else protecting them from what was behind?



The narrator still doesn’t know. But what’s clear is this wasn’t ordinary. Not a dream. Not imagination. Something happened this morning that shouldn’t be brushed off.


And now they’re left with questions.


Why now, after years of silence? Why that specific entity? And more importantly—what does she want?


Whatever this was, it wasn’t random. Paranormal experiences tend to follow energy—people, locations, emotional states. And sometimes… they come back when you least expect them.


For the narrator, this might be the beginning of something returning. Something that never fully left.