After all I decided to post this threat of events which had me doubting for years, if my perception may had played tricks on me, or wether i was in danger of completely going insane...
I was at least 4 years old, just a presumeably " normal " little german boy. One
evening, after being brought to bed just before leaving into the dreamworld, I
suddenly start to hear a voodoo-like rythm coming out of the wardrope opposite
to my bed. I could hear this loud and clearly to my horrorfying suprise.
As I sat up in bed, I looked right through the closed door of the wardrope into the face of a shamen, who was staring at me with widely opened eyes, playing this hypnotic trance-like rythm, which started to affect me in such a way, that I
felt completely paralysed.
His eyes were surrounded by black colour and he had all kinds of runes and sigils painted over his face and body. There also was some sort of crown on his head, built of several bones, feathers, claws and tails of animals.
I don`t know how long I sat there, but I finally succeeded in at least reactivating my voice and started screaming and yelling for help. The moment my parents came into the room, switching on the light, the entity disintegrated and the sound of the drums were gone too.
Mum and dad hardly managed to calm me down and every time they left the room and switched of the lights, the chimaera reappeared and the whole thing would start again. It went on for three weeks, every night- merciless nights for a small boy. I`d loved to find out that i was only having somekind of intense or lucid nightmare, but after few days i realised that this was in fact REAL.
So after 2 weeks i had got somehow " USED " to him and stopped screaming
everytime he reappeared, drumming in the dark.
Then he was finally gone-never heard of him again.
This was the first of a series of paranormal events I had my whole life through.
Maybe this was some kind of transdimensional initiation rite.
Please feel free to comment