The first experience I had in this house I thought was it. I went on as if nothing had happened. So I thought. I think this was a year later.
Once again I was sleeping. I did sleep with my legs up not taking any chances. Like I said before you can't control your sleeping pattern all the time. I woke up on my back again. My eyes I opened slightly. I could hear the footsteps in the hallway. But I kept telling myself it's something different and closed my eyes again. Then once again I could feel the bed pressing down starting by my feet. Something was pushing me down on the bed. I couldn't move. I waited for the force that is pushing me down to release me. When I was able to move my mouth I yelled for my mother. She came to my room and when she switched on the light, I was able to move again. She gave me again what a mom will give her child to feel safe, the powerful hug from a mommy. She decided to sleep next to me so that I could sleep. But I did not sleep. It happened again while she was next to me. Twice! But on the third time I forced myself to keep my eyes opened. That's when I saw two or three figures standing next to me. They were white. I could not speak. One figure came closer as I watched them. The figure put one hand on my arm and bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. They disappeared and I was able to move again. I didn't wake my mother up. I just turned around holding her. Just knowing she was next to me made me feel that I am safe. She will protect me.
This I experienced on and off, but in the end I got use to them.
Story 3 will follow...