This happened a couple of weeks ago, beginning on 8-18-10. It was dark, cloudy, and windy, but it just wouldn't rain. There was a ton of excess energy in the environment, which I think played a huge role in this. My husband and I had been busy that day, and had been driving all over running errands. All that day I had been feeling sad, but it didn't seem like my sadness. I sometimes pick up stray emotions. I told Brad so he wouldn't think I was upset with him, and since he knows how I am, he shrugged it off as normal for me.
We headed back home, me still feeling down. When we got to the house, I let him out, because we had forgotten to pick up a newspaper in town. We had to take 2 of our 5 cats to the vet to be spayed, and needed the newspaper to line the carrier. I headed back into town, got the paper, and started home. About halfway home, the sadness got overpowering. I felt I wasn't alone in the car. I said "If there is anyone here, anyone who is making me feel sad, I don't understand your message. It's just not clicking for me. If you can make the message clearer, that would be awesome."
A few minutes later I turned onto my road, and the wind blew several leaves across the road in front of me. At that moment, I felt so frightened. I was crying from fear. I turned into our driveway, and saw Brad next door talking to the neighbor. I just ran inside, pretending not to see them, and sat down on the floor. I was frightened enough that I had started to hyperventilate. Brad came in, sat down next to me and put his arms around me, asking what was wrong. I explained to him about the fear, and he tells me "Well, shut it out. We don't have time for this today." As mean as that sounds on the surface, it snapped me back to my own emotions, and my own responsibilities. Oddly enough, it was the exact right thing to tell me. The rest of the day was pretty quiet; we took the cats to vet and came home.
The next morning, I walked into the kitchen, and saw one of our cats, Spooky, playing at the other end of the room. I leaned against the refrigerator to watch her. She looked up at me, her fur stood on end; she crouched down, then shot behind the stove to hide. I tried to coax her out; she wasn't having any part of it. Brad finally got her out and calmed her down. I was worried that she had reacted to me that way, but tried to ignore it. After all, we didn't name her Spooky for nothing. She is scared of almost everything. I didn't notice anything else odd that day.
The next morning, I went into the kitchen. Another of our herd of cats, Oz, was lying on the desk. A brief word about Oz, she's big, she's bold, and she is scared of nothing. Oz took one look at me, froze, and started backing away, scared to death. I was stunned. I had never seen her act like that. I called her name, and she looked at me like she finally recognized me, and came over to be petted. But, that genuinely concerned me. Oz just doesn't get scared. Combined with the other weirdness, I was getting truly freaked out.
I went to pick Brad up from work that evening, and as soon as he got in the car I was mad at him. Just furious. And all he did was ask me how my day went. Nothing to be angry over. We got home, me not speaking to him, although he tried his best to get me to. He went to shower and changed, I sat down at the desk thinking how mad I was, and wondering why. Brad came to sit by me a few minutes later, and said "I have something freaky to show you," and he pulls up the sleeve of his T-shirt. On his upper left arm were bright purple bruises in the shape of fingers. 4 bruises. You could make out the joints in the finger marks, they were that clear. I started to cry, hoping I hadn't done it, pretty sure I hadn't, but I'm a rough sleeper and wasn't 100% sure. I said "I didn't do that?" He said "No. Something grabbed my arm last night and tried to pull me out of bed. You were still asleep on my other side." I was scared and crying again. The weird anger I had felt was gone. All I wanted was for whatever was in my house to leave.
The next evening, I talked to a friend from this site, and she told me to hurry up and explain to whoever had followed me home what the house rules are. Normally I do that as soon as I sense an unfamiliar presence, but not this time. I'd been feeling out of sorts for a few weeks, and this presence caught me at a weak point. I took my friends advice, and gave my "ghost speech," telling the space around me that anyone is welcome in my home, as long as they do not hurt or scare any member of the household, anyone with positive intent is welcome, anyone with intent to harm must leave, but crossing over to the Light to rejoin lost loved ones is a much better option than hanging around my house anyway. After I gave my little speech, the air in the house seemed to lift, the cats started acting normal (for them) and Brad hasn't had any more night attacks. My emotions have been all my own. That presence has not been back. I hope it stays that way.