This is a story from when I was 10 years old. I had trouble falling asleep as a child and I’d often stay up late into the night. When I couldn’t sleep, “something” would sometimes come, and there were signs by which I strangely understood this.
I couldn’t sleep that night either and stayed in bed. Then I began to feel the stillness characteristic of the atmosphere before “something” arrived, and I looked at my watch, feeling ill. It was 3 a.m. After continuing to feel in the air a burning sensation, like my breath was being stopped in my chest, there was suddenly a quiet sound. It was a sound like tinnitus, but more unsteady, a feeble whistle. I held my breath for quite awhile while the sound went on. Then all of a sudden the room became bright. A vast number of floating orbs of light were flying across the ceiling of my room. The orbs were about 30 cm large, and from the right to the left, flew erratically in all directions. In the dead of night, my pitch-dark room became as bright as sunset, it was so beautiful. But I was frightened, I couldn’t move a muscle. After a long time had passed, the floating light orbs disappeared, and the room fell back into darkness. I wondered how much time had passed. I roused my stiff body and looked at my watch. It was 3 a.m.
