In Bad Company

Iwanted to give you all a bit of info about myself before I get into my most recent experience. I grew up in a very spiritual family. My mom has had experiences for as long as I can remember. I recall her complaining about someone sitting beside her in bed on more than one occasion, whispering in her ear, calling her name, hearing footsteps in the kitchen. She hated sleeping with the door closed. I finally understand the reason.

My mother told me that as a child I could see ghosts/spirits before I could form words. I don't remember any of it but I would supposedly stare into the hallway and begin to giggle. If you took me into the hallway I would point at what was making me laugh but a door is barely something to laugh at.

As I got older I began to block it out. Mainly because of this creepy dream I had when I was about 11 years old. I saw a dark woman in a zebra print skirt, white top, and her head was wrapped in a white cloth. As she walked by my room and into the bathroom, she paused and sunk (bent at the knees), and just stared at me. Out of nowhere a man appeared and told me to ignore her and act as if she wasn't even there. As soon as I did that she went into the bathroom and I woke with a start, drenched in sweat and goose bumps all over.

Eighteen years have gone by and I find myself unable to ignore what I see or hear now that it's getting physical. I can hear and feel them at work during the overnight shift but that is another story for another day which brings me to my most recent encounter.

Thursday 10, 2011 6:00 PM

I dreamt I was in the apartment I grew up in as a kid. My older brother was there with me and we were discussing the news. A girl in her teens had been found alive in the trunk of a white car but she looked terrified. Granted, she was in the trunk of a car for who knows how long but when she emerged it was as if something had been in there with her. That was the feeling I got. In the dream, my brother asked, "What could have made her so scared?" I replied, "It's as if she saw death." My brother stood up and walks towards the bathroom and as I watched him walk away, a hand swiftly grasped me by my neck on my left hand side... (Getting goose bumps where it touched me right now). I went into sensory overload. It felt as if my breathing came to an abrupt halt, my muscles tensed up, I got chills up and down my neck. It proceeded to pin my head down to the floor and I remember seeing its stubby little feet. I looked to my brother for help but he had no clue of what was going on, he just kept walking. When I went to call out his name I called for my mom instead but it was muffled and as I became aware of my surroundings I found I was calling for her outside of my dream.

I woke up at around 9:00 PM and looked around the room. I touched my neck where it grabbed me and it was really sensitive. I don't know how to describe the feeling it left me with. Just imagine that chill you get when you sense something is near except it doesn't go away. The chill stays with you and to touch that very spot causes it to spread throughout your entire body. Kind of like the epicentre of an earthquake. Not even a minute after, my brother walks into my room, creepy or what? Just a second ago I needed his help and there he was walking away from me in the dream only to walk through my door. I hadn't made that connection until yesterday. When I asked what made him check on me, he told me he just had an urge to look in on me. Coincidence, maybe so but I think something or someone put him in the right place at the right time.

I immediately ran a search on Google and stumbled upon this site and I was surprised to see all of your stories. I thought I was alone in all this and to be honest I thought I was going off the deep end. Now all of my suppressed experiences were coming back to me, but the night was far from over. The more I read the more frightened I became so I got to drinking. I have heard that alcohol lowers your defences but it was already too late to take it back. It would occur five more times before the night was done.

Friday 11, 2011 3:00 AM - 5:30 AM

I passed out! I was awoken by a very familiar feeling... Losing all feeling in my body. I couldn't move at all and I was afraid to open my eyes in case I caught a glimpse of what was behind it. I remember feeling a surge of current inside of me. I remembered seeing a couple of people suggest prayer on here, so I tried it and almost immediately I was able to move again. Now a part of me became curious since a couple of months back I wrote this off as sleep paralysis. This time I wanted it to happen. I wanted to find out a couple of things for myself. I wanted to prove to myself that this was more than just being in a state of R.E.M.

Whenever it occurred I was always on my back so I turned on my stomach. Slowly but surely the feeling came over me again a little stronger this time. It felt like a struggle taking place, it felt like being violently thrashed around. Again, I didn't want to open my eyes. When I could finally move, my right wrist was bent in an awkward position and in a lot of pain. I have a metal plate in there from a motorcycle accident. I turned on my side with my back towards the wall. Now I noticed before feeling paralyzed my feet going cold. Soon it crept up my entire body but it wasn't as strong. It felt as if someone or something was climbing into bed with me from where the cold chill originated. I thought to myself let's see what happens now. I suddenly felt something massaging my upper leg and inner thigh, and then it moved towards my buttock. Then I felt it humping on me! I began thinking no, no, no! It stopped once I got my toe to move but I didn't have to fight it. To my surprise I had a wedgie. I sleep with boxers loose pyjama pants. I didn't even toss and turn.

I turned on the other side so that I was facing the wall this time. Now it was happening while I was still conscious. I felt my head go cold, then my neck and so on. I couldn't move again and that familiar current was back as strong as before which made it harder to move. The longer I did nothing, the stronger it got. It felt like being thrown around again but this time the bed began to shake causing me to shake harder. I felt myself being pushed towards the edge and then felt myself fall. I expected to open my eyes and find myself sprawled on the floor but to my surprise I was in bed.

The final time I was lying on my back again. I was trying to stay awake so I kept talking to myself in hopes that I wouldn't doze off. All of a sudden, my left foot began going cold so I shook it almost immediately. It stopped but then it crept up again and this time I couldn't shake it off. I opened my eyes and my left was a couple inches off the bed. I saw it go up and down once or twice and the next thing I know I was slowly sliding towards the edge of the bed. The surge through my body didn't feel as strong so I was able to regain mobility pretty quick and I shimmied away from the edge. I called it quits after that and just stayed up the remainder of the day.

I told my brother about what had happened to me later that day. He was getting goose bumps all over as did my mom when I told her. I'm pretty convinced this is more than just sleep paralysis. I have never given in completely to religion and for a while I questioned if there was a god. 50/50 you could say until I managed to convince myself that there wasn't but there has always been a part of me that would tell me that I was wrong. Even with everything that has happened to me until now I still doubted. I took a leap of faith and the prayer worked really quickly. I felt it giving me strength to overcome what was holding me down.

So I had a sit down with my brother and he gave me his bible to read so that I can make my connection with God. Someone had intervened and gave my brother an urge to come look in on me and I have no doubt who had a hand in that now.