That thing was not a fae. I’ve done my own research onto it. That I was haunted by was a dybbuk. I had two more encounters with it after that, same year.

Second dream I had about her, I was laying in bed and a disembodied voice was speaking to me. It told me some story about a little girl having died in my house, and if I looked up I’d see her. I laughed at it, partially because it was a newly built house, but also because I couldn’t move to turn. I felt something push me on my back, and looked up to see her on my ceiling with a knife. I screamed, startling myself awake, and she was still there ( but without the knife). She smiled and vanished.

Third and last dream about her: I was locked in my closet, which didn’t make any sense since it was the kind with sliding mirrored doors ( physically impossible to lock it), and at the time my closet was shoved full of boxes, so I shouldn’t have had space to sit but I did. I could hear her counting down outside, like she was playing hide-n-go seek. At this point I thought she might actually be a ghost, so I tried talking to her in an attempt to help her. She appeared in the closet in front of me, which startled me, but I calmed myself and carried on. i asked her if we could talk, she said she just wanted to play. I started to ask if we could talk a bit first, but she cut me off and said “maybe later”, then vanished. I called out to her, but I could feel she was gone. Frustrated, I cursed and slammed my fist against the closet door. I awoke to the sound of glass breaking. My light was on, ( I never sleep with it on) and my closet door was bent outward into the room, mirror shattered.

It’s really eerie to see how many stories have popped up here over the years, and how similar they were to my own experience. I’m not sure if these are all dybbuks, but some of them certainly sound like it. It’s important to know that if what you’ve got haunting you is a Dybbuk, YOU CAN NOT HELP HER. She’s there to feed on your fear, nothing more. They like things that come in twos, mirrors especially. As hard as it is, it’s best to stay calm when confronted with it, and try to get rid of it after. My mom was able to banish mine, mostly with yelling. I also used to read Psalm 91 to myself for comfort, which is apparently the thing to do, but I kind of feel like my mom was more effective against it.