I could post a weird story so I'll post a weird story. Back in the day I used to live much more NEETish, with my mom in her house. I was unfettered by a job or really any sort of time requirements and spent most of time online. My room was small, and I liked to keep the door closed. I had a loft bed with a desk setup under it, so that I could use my computer in the darkest possible cave-like sort of thing I could get. Worked well, I liked it a lot. Then I'd just sort of crawl my way up the ladder thing and collapse into bed. Anyways, back to the topic at hand, there was a period of several months when I had something visit my bedroom that I call an "Owl" because I really don't have any other name for it. I don't really like talking about it to be honest, it still creeps me out.
This "Owl" had a large, flat face, and big eyes that were black. It wasn't traditional grey alien flat, I mean flat like it had smooshed up against a wall flat. Set into it's face was a beak, like a bird, but it was inset so that it didn't really poke out of the face, maintaining the whole flat look. It had sort of palid, off-white skin that I was convinced was some sort of skin and would feel slightly rubbery, although I'm pretty sure I never touched it. The face was attached to a head that was wrinkly, to the point of looking sort of like the bit on an accordion that folds and pulls when you play it. The neck looked exactly like an accordion being used, and had sort of a rusty brown color to it. No hair grew on any part of the neck or face. It had a tendency to stretch it's neck and get it's face up in mine for no reason, so I was pretty familiar with the weird accordion-esque action. The neck attached to sort of shriveled up pale-flesh "bird" body. It was similar in shape, anyways, to the way a birds body would be shaped. It didn't have wings, it had weird little stubby featherless arms that were folded back in the same skeletal manner that a real birds wings would be, and they ended in little tiny stubby hands. I'm having trouble remembering it had three or four fingers. It never used those hands for anything. It had another set of hand-like things it would grip the railing of the bed I was in with (being a loft bed, it had railings on it so you didn't roll out of bed while you slept), although it never used those hands to manipulate anything either, it just used them to sit in the rails. Those hands had three fingers. it had a sort of tail thing, that was long, and hairless, that I know would move around under my bed (I'd hear it thumping around, more on that in a bit) but I never saw the actual end of it. Just a bit would lift up and move around behind it. Enough to know it had a tail of sorts but not enough to actually see what sort of tail it had, or what it ended in. Not knowing what it ended in scared me the most about the tail.
So yea. For about three or four months whenever I went to bed to try and sleep, that thing would show up around three or four AM. Something of note is that before and after this I would regularly stay up past three or four, sometimes pulling all-nighters just doing whatever. My favorite bedtime around then was about six or seven AM. However, during the times this "Owl" would show up, I would always get super sleepy around one or two, to the point that I would fall asleep in my chair if I didn't go to bed. So I would, of course, go to bed.
Then I'd wake up to some thumps in my room, generally right under my bed. I'd hear my computer doing stuff sometimes, keyboard noises, whatever. I wouldn't think much of it (We had some cats at the time) and try to get back to sleep. Sometimes I would. If I didn't, the "Owl" would sort of slowly raise it's head up over the railing, then grab the railing, and perch on it just like a genuine bird. Then I'd hear some weird noises. Static, sort of grunting and just generally noises I couldn't figure out. Over and over this happened, sometimes it would hang out and do that, other times it would accordion it's face close enough I could feel my breath bouncing off it. Obviously this scared me, and rather then put up with one night I just yelled at it. I told it was scaring me, I told it to leave, I yelled until my throat was super hoarse and I couldn't yell anymore. The "Owl" kind of freaked out and fell off my bed. Then it never showed up again.
Whenever I talk about it I get a weird feeling like if I think about it to much it'll come back. When it left, had a weird feeling that I'd actually gotten rid of a friend or something. None of it really made much sense to me. I asked my mom if she had heard me yelling that night, to, and she told me she hadn't heard anything. I didn't bring it up more because I was convinced she'd put me into some sort of therapy again. So there you go, my genuine weird visitation story from a couple years ago.
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