
Roy’s picture of the ‘white shape’ that approached him
I've told this story before, but I'll tell it again. If I had to draw a picture of what I saw it would be identical in outline form to what Roy drew.
I was somewhere between the age of 5 and 7. When I was this age I had a stagecoach bunkbed. It really was a miniature stagecoach with windows, steps and a door. I slept inside the stagecoach on the bottom bunk which was completely enclosed. I don't recall waking up or why I woke up, but when I awoke this figure was inside the stagecoach with me hovering over me at the foot of the bed. I would describe it as white, vaguely humanoid shaped and variably translucent. I recognized it as an entity. It had a presence as an entity of some sort. I would also describe it as feminine. Not because it had any visibly identifiable feminine features, but somehow I sensed it as feminine. I think it had to do with the way it communicated with me. It was soothing and maternal. I remember being terrified, paralyzed with fear; one of two vivid incidences of sleep paralysis I've had in my life, although niether time was I asleep. I don't recall actually hearing any audible words spoken nor do I recall what was communicated to me, but I do recall that this entity recognized my terror and wanted to lessen it by reassuring me. I don't recall falling asleep or how the encounter ended.
I remembered having this experience when I awoke the next day. I don't think I recalled any more detail then than I do now, but I remember this was a very powerful and vivid experience for me. It was unlike anything else I had ever experienced. I told my mother about it the next day. She does not recall me telling her, but I know I did. I think she just passed it off as a nightmare, which is sensible enough, but if I was dreaming then in my dream I was very vividly awake. I did have lots of recurring nightmares as a kid and I was terrified of the dark and that something was under my bed and in my closet. I mean I certainly had an imagination. And I was prone to sleepwalking. My parents found me in the backyard, sleeping on a lawn chair more than a few times. This experience though was categorically different than anything else I had experienced before or in fact since.