To this day I have no reasonable way to explain what I experienced except that it was indeed a paranormal phenomena!

Back when I was young and about was about 21. I didn't have a place to stay so a friend I knew let me stay at a house he was in tje middle of moving out of with most of his and families belongings mobed already. But the bedroom in the back right corner of the house had a mattress on the floor. The door led to a back entryway with the upstairs stairway visible from the room only by the last two steps. From there it led into the kitchen on the back left side of the house. So I could see through to the left side of the house, unobstructed in a straight line of vision. the first two nights I stayed there I had been drunk and just came in passed out. Woke up with the sun already out and bounced. The 3rd night I had bought a 5 or 10 baggie and smoked before I got there. I remember that he had Playboy magazines laying around and I was so bored I read the articles LoL. This was before SmartPhones were readily available for the Poor people and times were tough we had to read books. Anyways I drifted off but wasn't fully asleep, I still had some sense of the house still, with the surrounding noise of a urban area, relatively quiet lulling me off. At that point right before I would have been in REM I felt a presence of somebody in the room. As soon as I registered that sense of a personal aura (energy) that humans have and began react. A hand covered my mouth and her face with my eyes still shut. ( I more knew and experienced the feeling of energy taking up space in a womans form Inches from me then ever seeing her)

She whispered in my ear "shhhh he's here" and immediately at the same instant she finished with that her sense of being evaporated and I opened my eyes and leaned up on my right side to look out the door past the bottom steps into the kitchen. At that instant the door to the bathroom (nextdoor to the bedroom, in-between the front living room and the bedroom) slammed shut ( authentic heavy oak) harder than I thought was humanly possible.

So with that bang it instantly triggers my fight, flight or freeze instincts and I froze the hell up. Staring in the direction of the kitchen because after the slamming door, immediately a sound of someone in heavily corduroy textured pants, crashing headlong down the stairs. arouse In the house and I glued my eyes to the bottom two steps waiting for what felt like eternity for the sound to get into my eyesight and be something explainable. I was then instinctually trying to justify what was happening by thinking of something It could realistically be that had just surprised me. With me thinking of the guy leather face who In the Texas Chainsaw reboots is stupidly tall and broadly built. A towering unobstructed frame of a perfect replica of the Chainsaw killer was stepping down onto the last two steps and his right foot was coming off the last step. At this point I can see how big and dominant his figure was with his Movements haveing a un natural swift and almost immediate execution of action that he seemed to jerk into place. That I had chills then as his second foot hit the ground the whole towering figure collapsed down into a black cat and darted off into the. Kitchen and was gone from sight.

I don't know how long I was frozen stiff in place from instinctual fear. But the only thought I entertained and ran with excluding the other one that he was a demon spirit was, "How the fuck did that cat get in here?" I rationalized the door slamming shut to mean a window was open causeing a gust of wind to slam the door. The open window leading to then a black cat to get into the house. My slowed delayed reaction to the events made me miss Interpret them. I convinced myself that I half dreamed the other events, figments left over from being snatched out of a dream state intermingled into the real events that happened. I got up to find the cat and bet it out the house but couldn't find a cat anywhere. My fear was resurfacing as quickly as the rationale of it being a cat was fading but I yet had to close the window. The cat got back out in the time it took me to get up I then rationalized. But after searching and not finding any open window or anything else to enable a cat and breeze to be the cause of my fogged and sleep deranged, paranormal phenomena I accepted the fact what I had just experienced had in fact 💯 unequivocally happened exactly as I witnessed it with my eyes. I don't think I even grabbed them playboys as soon as the realization seeped in that the thing was still in the house with me that I then raced outta that house. Later I learned it was part of the Ohio underground railroad in the old historical district of Putnam in Zanesville Ohio. And the woman being scared of a man being there made complete sense. I swear to this day a long ago deceased runaway slave saved my life by warning me. In waking me up before that door slammed and giving me notice to stay quiet, don't freak out, be still. He was looking for "US" he will eventually leave if not found. She exchanged that knowledge with the words she had time to whisper in a way I felt, was almost what telepathic delivery of information is. That information to be still he will leave was a clear and factual truth I knew she expressed to me somehow.