A few years ago I was living in a rented flat in a small village a couple of miles from where I am now. I had got in from work at about 2.30am and feeling tired I went to bed. My bed in this flat was against the wall in the bedroom and I used to lie on my side facing the wall to fall asleep. On this night I can clearly remember lying facing the wall planning out what I had to do on the following day. To be honest I don't know if I was on the point of dropping off or actually asleep, but i became aware of a dark figure running through the wall towards me. Only this figure wasn't coming through right on top of me it looked like it was coming from a distance sort of like seing soemone walk up a tunnel towards you. This figure then ran into me and I remember sitting bolt upright in bed terrified. I took me hours to calm down and actually go to sleep. The buliding the flat was in is about 150 years old and has always been said to have a presence.

I moved out of this flat soon after this

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