One night when I was about to go to sleep and my lights turned off, I didn't think much of it so I just brushed my teeth and laid on my bed. I watched some TV before going to sleep. It was late around 2 in the morning, so I turned off my tv and fell asleep. Usually I like to sleep on my stomach, I don't know why, but I do.
So maybe an hour or two later, I felt someone lean their weight on my back and I couldn't breath. My dad is a heavy guy so I thought it might be him telling me to get up or something. So I tried to turn around and tell him to get off, but I couldn't move, I couldn't breath and I was really cold and-scared. Nothing scares me, but I was scared so I laid there maybe about a minute, then I got the strength to turn around. When I did, there was nothing but footsteps around my room, I heard them. I was scared out of my mind, I didn't know what to do, I tried to shout to my mom or my dad, but I was speechless, nothing came out of my mouth when I tried to shout.
When it all ended, I ran into my parents bedroom, petrified, speechless and cold. To this day I haven't told them why their 15 year old son ran into their bedroom like a 6 years old girl.