posted on Oct, 26 2009 @ 05:49 PM
I've got nothing to gain by lying about what happened to me, so take what I tell you however you want. It happened to me, I can't change that fact.
In fact, because of it, a group of us in the area here started up an investigation group to try to get some answers, perhaps closure. I've been
interested in fringe ideologies my whole life because of what happened to me. So, here is when it first happened to me...
The first time it happened to me, we had just moved into my grandmother's house. My Mom's Mother's house. Her health was failing and my Mom wanted
to take care of her. The house always had a stigma to it, because my Mom's Father had died there in the living room, quite traumatically. He was an
alcoholic, he had throat cancer, and something burst or gave in his neck where he bled out into his lungs and suffocated on his own blood. Strange
things started happening to my Mom and my Grandma shortly after that. My Grandma would yell for my Mom and my Mom would go in there to see what was
wrong and Grandma would say that someone just sat on the bed next to her, though she couldn't see them. A couple of times, my Mom would sleep in that
same bedroom when Grandma was sleeping on the couch and my Mom would be woken by someone punching her in the chest. After about a month of this, it
turned it's attention to me. The first night it happened, I was laying on a portable bed. It was the kind with the metal frame that folded up like a
hard-shell taco and was on 4 wheels. My brother would sleep on another smaller bed. I was laying there in my bed, and I could faintly feel the bed
beginning to vibrate, and then it became more like someone was under it, punching upwards into the mattress. After a bit, my sheets started to move.
By this time, I was petrified. My sheets slowly started to move off of me towards the edge of the bed, and I grabbed them, but whatever had them was
way stronger than I was at that age. As soon as I put a bit of resistance on the pulling, the sheets were ripped out of my hand with a very very scary
speed and force, and were pulled under the bed. The only thing I could do was absolutely nothing except bury my head under my pillow. I tried to yell
for my Mom and my Dad, but nothing came out. So I put my head under the pillow, and cried myself to sleep.
That was the first time... More to come later.