Last week I returned home from Oak Harbor, WA, where I live happily with my boyfriend, to visit my parents in old camarillo, CA. It's the holidays, so with lots of people in and out of my house, I was naturally a bit tired. I walked upstairs to my old childhood room to catch some zzzz's. I was drifting off, dreaming, or so I thought. I'm afraid, and fighting, I can't remember so much what my dream was about, though trying, that's almost not important. What is important is what I awoke to, my hands being held down, my head demobilized by restraint of an unknown force. My eyes being the only thing I can move, I catch a slight glimpse.
It was a ghost struggling to keep me from seeing its face. I couldn't move, in fact, I couldn't breathe. It took one finger and stabbed into my side which stung like energy shock, a pain I never knew. I finally managed, threw the loud grumblings of this ghost who by now had its hands around my throat and shoulders, to ever so slightly move my head and mutter, "I can see you". It was very soft.
Almost as soon as I said it, the experience was over, it was gone along with my fear. Since then my mother has seen the ghost of a man in our house though, I have not since that night. But I do have one long bruise on my side from the finger he dragged against me. It won't seem to go away...
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