I opened my eyes.

Thank God I didn't have sleep paralysis.

But I looked at him and only the moonlight was showing on his face, and it was not him.

I'm Romanian.

I was born in Romania came to the States.

Lots of people in Romania believe in the supernatural.

They believe probably in more Eastern medicinal things than Western energy work like rake he and all this stuff.

So I kind of grew up around it too.

My mom used to tell me that she would come into my room and kind of like see me looking at paintings and laughing to myself, like I had an imaginary friend.

My mom later on had her own business elderly like it was like a foster care home from long term living.

I experienced ghosts in that house.

Usually just even when I walk into someone's house, I can feel the background of it if there was some energies or spirits there from their family or previous people that lived there.

My story, it's hard to tell it to someone who doesn't believe in the spiritual world and the other side.

This time, I did have someone with me that I feel like I encountered the worst of it.

This was my boyfriend at the time.

We're still friends to this day, and this is something that him and I continued to have a connection on because it was such a powerful thing that happened in our lives.

It started on Valentine's Day about five years ago.

He wanted to surprise me with renting out a hotel stay by the beach.

I did know where we were going that day, so I had no idea.

We went on the drive about an hour and a half on the Oregon coast and we ended up in Wheeler, Oregon.

Looking around, it was a very small town.

You would pass by it in a blink of an eye.

I thought, Oh, maybe he's just trying to be cute and cozy and it's just less people.

Let's get away from the city type of thing.

We stopped there, I parked the car, and I looked at this hotel and I knew nothing of it.

I had no sittory, I didn't look it up.

I was completely surprised abou where we were staying.

We walked inside and I felt that right away, this feeling that was very different from other stays that I've been at, not just airbnbs or hotels or my travels, but I felt like I walked into a different dimension.

Time slowed down.

The theme of the hotel is nineteen twenties, very cute.

Nothing looked scary in there.

Nothing was something that would kick someone out or make them run.

I didn't say anything, and we walked up the stairs, a downstairs and an upstairs.

So the upstairs was kind of like a mezzanine area that's where all the rooms were, and downstairs was like a common room with a kitchen, like a small kitchenette.

I didn't spend too much time downstairs.

I just wanted quickly upstairs because that's where the checken was.

When we got to the checken, them man working there not much older than the both of us.

He had dark circles around his eyes.

He looks like he has slept in a long time, but still putting on a face for the customers to check him in.

He's showing us where our room was.

My boyfriend is walking in front of me, and I'm kind of walking behind him, looking around as the host is talking to us about the place and the rooms and what to expect and everything, all the basic stuff that someone is showing you when you come into a new place.

We're walking or walking and I'm feeling like I'm being watched by a lot of people.

I feel like the air is closing in on me because there's a crowd.

We're happening to walk right next to a shelf of DVDs.

The first one that pops out at me is the movie Ghost Like, of course, you know, my head went that direction because I'm already thinking about it.

I chuckled to the host, saying, are there ghosts here?

That's when my boyfriend at the time was like, geez, Andrea, you just had to say I, didn't you, and the host he kind of refrained from answering the question, but chuckles to himself and kind of pointed at our room and hey, if you guys need anything, there's a phone down the hallway.

It's the only phone though, and it's one of those rotary phones.

I just kept a note of that.

As we're walking down the messanine, the host points us to our room, and our room was very cute small.

I mean, the couch was placed in an awkward place against the wall where the window to look outside onto the street is adjacent to the TV, which made no sense to me.

Normally, if you sit on the couch you're looking at the TV right in front of you.

You're not turning her head in like ninety degrees to look at the TV.

We set our stuff down in the little living room area, and that room was divided by like a half of a wall with a door towards the bedroom.

There was like a little makeup table on the love side, and I was against the wall, and then inside the bedroom was also a bathroom.

I just had this feeling like all of a sudden, of being really tired, like the energy was drained from me.

I was like, maybe it's because I'm tired.

I just got off of work.

I'm just feeling tired all of a sudden, whatever the case may be.

And then I asked my boyfriend like, hey, do you want to do something or do you want to just stay here for the night and just chill.

It's still early, like where it's not late so we don't have to turn in right now.

And he's like, yeah, I'm all of a sudden, like I'm really feeling tired.

Maybe it's just the both of us, but hey, let's not be like party poopers.

Let's go out and do something.

He's like looking up places nearby as I'm going to the bathroom to freshen up.

I'm changing my clothes in the bathroom, and I like, I feel like I'm being watched, like specifically, and it's just a regular bathroom.

There's one mirror there, there's a shower behind me, but the curtains were open.

I didn't have that need to like go open the currency see if someone's in there, but I did feel like an intrusive feeling of like I don't feel comfortable.

Women know this feeling.

It's like almost like predatory, but at the same time it's it just was very uncomfortable.

So I changed really quickly, and then I went around the corner to meet my boyfriend and he's like, hey, I got a place.

Let's just go down the street, have some beer or some wine or something, and then well maybe get our energy back feel good about things again.

And it's not that it's Friday and we're tired from work.

We didn't really unpack anything, but we headed out the door and then the fog set in foggy before we got there.

It was foggy enough to notice, but not so sick where we couldn't see anything.

So I matched the vibes like the theme of this feeling that we were both feeling off.

We go to this bar, nothing fancy.

The people were there were country folk, I guess, because the people from the coast in Oregon are farmers and we're pretty much city people.

And when we sat down, everybody was staring at us.

We're looking at each other and looking around and looking at each other again, going do you feel what I'm feeling.

It feels like we're being stared at constantly, like we don't belong here.

And I know that we are stressed somewhat differently, I mean different.

It's not work attire like most of them had them, but city outfits and jeans and casual shirts.

So we kind of just down our one drink, both of us, and we're like, hey, let's just go back to the hotel.

I don't know what this vibe is, but it's very strange.

We're walking back.

The fog is still a thing.

It's everywhere, and we're like, okay, let's not think about it.

He's like, hey, let's just put on a movie on this little TV set.

It didn't have large led screens back then, so and to mix with the nineteen twenties vibe, We're sitting down on the couch and we look at each other as we when we finally picked out a movie, and we're like, what is this couch doing against the wall?

This makes no sense.

We're turning our heads ninety degrees to look at the TV.

Let's move the couch.

So we moved the couch in front of the TV.

We sit next to it.

During this whole time as we're watching the TV, our energies were so low it felt like we were drunk, but we were not drunk.

That's probably the most descriptive I can get.

But we had only one drink, both of us, and we just felt like totally dreamed of energy.

As we were both sitting there watching this movie, I could hear people, a lot of people talking outside our room.

It was a whole conversation, like a group of people just collectively got together and right next to our door and were just chatting.

And I'm like, oh, maybe there's like new people that just checked into the hotel.

I kept hearing it, but it was like a background noise for me when I was trying to watch the movie.

At the same time.

The way that I was feeling and then the way he was feeling.

It felt like time didn't matter.

No matter what time I looked at my watch or on the clock on the counter, it wasn't the right time.

It was nowhere close to what time it was.

And I think when I looked at this particular time it was about eight pm.

It just like dawned on me.

And I'm like, you know what, I'm just gonna head to bed early.

You can finish the movie.

I can't keep my eyes open anymore.

I go into the bedroom and he's still watching the movie.

What's separating us is that wall between the common room and the bedroom.

And I changed into pajamas, slim into bed for my covers on, and I turned on my left side and I'm facing the clock on the desk.

My start closing shut.

I felt like a minute or something.

I don't know, but I woke up to him standing up in the doorway.

He's like, what are you doing in here?

And I'm like, what what do you mean when I'm told you I'm tired.

I'm just gonna go to bed early.

He's like, why are you moving furniture around?

And I'm like, what do you mean?

I've been in bed this whole time?

And I look at the clock again, and it was an hour later.

So it was not even a minute or two.

It was an hour later.

And he's like, no, I hear you moving this makeup desk and back and forth and back and forth, and why do you keep moving?

It's very loud.

I'm trying to watch the movie, and I'm like, I'm not moving.

I haven't gotten out of bed, and I heard nothing during this whole time.

So he's like, okay, well whatever, I'm just going to finish watching my movie, and you do what you're doing.

I'm gonna go watch this of my movie.

Just don't be so loud because I'm trying to focus on the movie and I'm tired, and I'm like, okay, whatever.

I close my eyes again.

I don't know how much more time it's passed at this point, but it was dark and I couldn't see the clock anymore.

But I closed my eyes and I could feel him get into bed next to me and then cover himself up, and I didn't bother to turn around or anything again.

A minute later, time throughout this whole experience has no value.

The next thing I feel is him get on top of me, and I was facing up towards the ceilings.

I turned off on my left side and his face was facing up, and I could feel him on top of me, like straddling me, and like put his hands down on my shoulders, and it was like the sheet was pushing down on my neck.

So it felt from the days of being woken up, that God was being strangled.

I opened my eyes, Thank God, I didn't have sleep paralysis.

But I looked at him and only the moonlight was showing on his face, and it was it was not him.

He had different eyes, but they were not his eyes.

His facial expressions, not his facial expressions.

It was like someone else was in his body.

He said, you're going to be okay.

It's going to be okay.

As he was like pushing my shoulders down with a bed sheet across my neck.

He's like six foot two.

I'm five six.

He's bigger than I am.

I was looking at him and it was like an instant adrenaline that was like, I don't know, stored in my body or something that came out all at once.

I pushed him off of me with all of my power, and he rolled backwards and fell on the end of the bed and he woke up on the ground.

He woke up, he got himself up on the side of the bed, and he is like panicking, utter panic.

He's having a panic attack and he can't breathe, and he's like, oh my god, what happened?

Andrea, what's going on?

I don't know how I ended up here?

Why am I on the ground?

Why is my body?

He's trying to catch his breath.

I opened a window as soon as I could, and then so he can put his head out the window and breathe and I get fresh air.

And I turned on the lights.

I looked at the clock and it was midnight, and he's like, we need to get the f out of here, like right now.

My boyfriend at the time believes, but at the same time doesn't take seriously all the spiritual side and the realm and ghosts and everything like that.

He has a mom that does believe in this, but he himself didn't take it seriously.

So for him to go and be what I think was possessed by the entity that was in our room, I do feel like whatever entity was in our room was watching me in the bathroom has entered him.

I definitely did not feel that way with my boyfriend, the way I felt in the bathroom, with that feeling, I know that was in when he was catching his breath and still panicking.

I said, I'm I'm gonna have to call the front desk.

We've got to get out of here.

You're right, And I try to remain as calm as possible, And I think it helps them in the medical field too, because when it comes to urgencies, I stay pretty calm, especially when someone else's in need of help of any sort, that I kind of have to be the one that's calm and clear minded, even though the trauma is also happening to me.

I remembered the host saying the only phone was down the hallway, and I'm like, there's no way I'm going by myself into dark in the hallway to find a rotary phone and take my time to dial every number or rotate every number.

I picked up my cell phone and I called the front desk from my cell phone.

My hands were shaking.

I didn't want to show that I was more scared than my boyfriend was, who was already panicking.

I called a front desk.

I told him, Hey, something happened.

I can't explain what it was, but we need to We need to leave now.

We can't stay here, and you can.

You can keep the rest of the money.

You can keep it.

We don't care.

And he's like, I'll be right there, just hang on tight.

So I think he was up all night, probably the night shift to I don't know.

He comes over and when we let him in, the first thing he looks at was us, and then the couch where we pre positioned it so it's not in this usual place.

So he slowly walks in, kind of assesses what's going on, visually sits on the side of the couch like on the arm rest.

He's like, okay, tell me what happened after my story.

I said, there is an entity here, isn't it?

And he said yes.

The energy that I was feeling from him was like the crimogeny, annoyed old man that didn't want to be bothered and he just didn't like other people.

But I didn't get the feeling like he was going to attack me.

But I did get a negative energy, like you know, being watched.

So I know he doesn't like us, so we will leave, but I want to know why, so we can leave in peace and both of us can be understood.

The spirit can feel understood that why he doesn't like us, and I can feel understood, like, okay, now we have a common idea of communication, so no further damage can be done.

The post looks at me and he's like, yes, this place has a history.

Yeah, obviously has a history.

And I wanted to know.

I heard people outside the door, but I also heard people downstairs.

And I don't think there's a further downstairs than the first floor, But what happened further than the first floor, further than the entrance.

He said that used to be a lab down there.

There were experiments that happened, used to be a clinic for experiments.

The spirits that you are witnessing here are patients that used to be part of the experiments.

And I said, yes, I feel them.

There's a lot of them here.

And he said, yeah, there were a lot of experiments that happened.

There were a lot of patients.

I know that they are looking at us like we are new here and they don't like new things.

And he said, you're right because this place has gone under a lot of renovations since then, and every single renovation that has happened has been a problem, either a construction worker getting hurt or dying, or things breaking apart, or they just don't like change here.

So you moving the couch the way you did, the entity did not like it.

A man living here, ask them where is you staying?

I feel a presence in the bathroom and I don't know what it was before it was a bathroom and he said that was his office and he used to write into a bathroom now, but that's where he used to reside mostly.

And I said, why, why doesn't he like us?

And he said, well, you guys are not married and you are together, and he's an old fashioned kind of guy, and so he doesn't like that about you guys, and that you moved his things.

And I said, okay, thank you for explaining.

As we gathered dar Thing's, the host said, how about you guys come downstairs with me into the common area and let's hang out over there for a little bit before you head on on the road, because I can tell that you guys have been through a lot.

You're very you have a lot of panic in you.

You've gone through something, and I don't think you should be driving at this time.

I just said, you're probably right let's go decompressed in the common area.

So he grabbed our things and kind of walked with our luggage to the dining hall.

We sat down and I looked at all the teacups that were on shelves, and the handles of the tea cups were all pointing in the same direction, towards the left, and I said to the host, Wow, they really don't like changing.

They're pointing in the same direction.

And he's like, yeah, if you move one of those teacups to the right, it'll be back to the left the next morning they will change it back.

We sat down with him for literally three hours in the common area.

Again, I felt like all of the spirits were hanging out with us just because we were there in the room by ourselves.

There was nobody else there.

Everything was desolate.

I have not seen a single other customer or check in or anyone else in there the whole entire time that we were there.

And he as he was talking to me, we were sitting down, all of us, he was looking just a bit over the top of my head and then back at my eyes again, and just a little bit back up over my head, and I smiled at him and I said, you see her, don't you, referring to my mom.

My mom passed away in two thousand and five.

I always feel her with me.

He said, yes, and apparently he's a medium himself or something of that sort that I had no idea about.

He's like, yes, I see her, and I'm like, describe her to me.

He described her pretty and trickately, and he said, well, she's an inn shorter than you.

She has short hair like Princess Diana, blonde, she dies of blonde, and she doesn't belong here.

She doesn't belong with the other spirits here.

She's here for you, protecting you.

I was just very heartwarming to me.

It's something I've always felt ever since she's past, so not new.

It's just nice to hear that confirmation from somebody.

And then my boyfriend, who was like, you know, I want that done too.

Since you we're already here, I want to know what do you seek with me.

The host looks, you know, around him.

He says, I see an older man with oil on his hands, like he's a car mechanic, and he has a green car like a Camaro, but it was like bright green.

He's like, oh my god, that's my poth, that's my grandpa.

He used to be a mechanic.

The host said, he's saying to tell your mom to take his urn out of her closet because it's not respectful.

That's when my boyfriend freaked out again.

He could not believe it.

That's not something you find on social media.

That's very personal, and he just could not believe that this man just said that.

So he was beside himself.

We started heading out from the hotel and at this point it was thick fog.

You couldn't see a foot in front of you.

We started driving, and that feeling of someone being in the back of the car was there the whole time, and nothing was there.

We both kept looking back, kept looking back, kept looking back throughout the whole ride.

My boyfriend was like, Andrea talked to me about anything, anything at all.

It doesn't matter, movies, you name it, just say something.

You don't stay quiet.

So I started bringing up stories trying to calm him down, but I could tell he was still shaking throughout this whole entire thing.

And I was two and also driving extremely slow because we couldn't see anything for an hour and a half.

When we reached the main highway.

It was like we broke through the fog like it was a wall.

It didn't dissipate into less fog.

It was like a wall of fog.

And then we went through it and there was nothing, no fog, no nothing, clear night sky.

We were staring at each other, completely gaunt in the face.

Stopped at the nearest Denny's.

I think at this point it was like four o'clock in the morning, and the waitress is looking at us both of our faces, said it looks like you guys saw a ghost.

Are you okay?

We were just staring at each other like laughing, because we were either laughing or gonna cry, like one of those.

So we started laughing.

And the next day he went to see a monk, he went to see a priest.

He actually asked a priest if he could buy holy water, and then the priest said, no, holy water is free.

But he's he's still afraid of talking about that experience.

I bring it up every once in a while, or he brings it up, but he doesn't like talking about it because it cannot be explained.

But ever since then, he's definitely been more aware of the spirit world than the power that it can have when you are not in control of your body.

We both didn't sleep for two months.

We took turned sleeping where one of us would stay awake another one was asleep.

It's hard to explain when it's not something you can see and something you can feel with your fingers.

I didn't think he was going to be to the point of him entering my boyfriend's body.

My boy friend with next boyfriend would not ever do that.

It is not innate in him.

He doesn't have an angry bone in him.

He's not that kind of guy.

He's not abusive, he's not a sleepwalker.

He doesn't wake up at night and randomly walk around or or he's not even talk in his sleep.

It was just very outside of his character, and especially his facial expressions were not his and his eyes were not his eyes, and I could not recognize my boyfriend.

I could not recognize them all of a sudden, and I felt like I was someone else on top of me.

I don't know what his intention was by saying it's going to be okay, and continue to push the sheets down over like make him taught against my neck.

I don't know if he was trying to kill me, or if he had other intentions just to scare me awake, or like to scare me awake and scare me away.

I think the type of energy that was in that hotel was easier for that entity specifically to be attached to him because of him having depression too, Like he was a very depressed internally kind of guy.

They're more attracted to people like that because it's easier to take a hold of their thoughts when it's already a negative spirit.

I don't think they left with us.

I don't feel like the spirits came with us, or if they did come with us, they were in the car and they dissipated with the fog, so they don't leave the hotel.

It was the remnants of the energies, and it took a while for them to finally dissipate.