reply to post by Hijinx
Ha! Similar thing used to happen to me. Let me give you the full story:
When I was a little kid my brother and I used to share a room. Well, I wanted my own room and we had a guest bedroom. It always gave me the creeps,
but that was probably because I was little and no one lived in that room. Anyways, I moved into said room. Nothing really significant of note, except
that one day my friend and I were looking at this huge old bible we had. In the bible we found a picture of what is likely a great grandmother or
great great grandmother of mine. Meanwhile, the TV was on. Once we got tired of that, we put the picture back into the bible, and shut the bible. The
moment the bible shut, the TV inexplicably turned off. The remote was not by either of us. The plug did not come off. The TV just turned itself off.
Now, on to what you said about your experience. When I lived with my parents, in this room, I would feel the bed ever so slightly shake. Not while I
was asleep. When I had laid down. I would be wide awake, sometimes watching TV. I chalked it up to muscle spasms or my imagination since the movements
were so little. However, it did not feel like any one was laying next to me, but like someone had grabbed the bed and ever so slightly was shaking it.
Anyways, eventually it started to get to me, so I wanted to see if it was my muscles. So, when it began happening, and I mostly felt it with my legs,
I lifted my legs up to see if the bed still felt like it was moving. I put my hand on different parts of the bed to see if it still felt like it was
moving. Every time, it was. The only time it would stop shaking was when I got out of bed to feel if it shaking.
Eventually, it happened more and more often, until my brother moved out -- at which time I switched bedrooms back to my old bedroom because it was
much bigger. I have never once felt the bed shake since then. I've since moved out of my house, got married, etc. I'm now 28. This was happening
when I was 24 (I moved into my brothers room at that age). It creeped me out, but whatever it was (if it was anything) it didn't feel malicious.
Although, it did seem to happen more and more often, especially after I started trying to feel for it and recognized it being there.