This story is entirely true. I have the scars to prove it and pictures. I am a former Soldier and a former Police Officer. So I've been in more then my fair share of dangerous encounters. I do not frighten easy, I stay calm during most any event that occurs.
I had the chance to visit some Hopewell Native American burial mounds. One which I jogged past 4-5 times a week. Once when I was passing them I heard leaves rustling and it sounded like someone was walking beside the road in the woods near the mounds as I jogged. I could see there was no one there. The thought (Ghost) crossed my mind but I laughed it off. I made a smart remark out loud, "well if your a good looking Indian babe, come on home with me." That remark I think cost me later.
I lay in bed that night and was tossing and turning trying to get to sleep. I lived in a one bedroom apartment. As I lay on my stomach with both arms wrapped around the pillow. I heard the bedroom door creak. Then something jumped up on my bed. I thought, Oh crap a Coon or Cat got in. I hoped it was only a cat. I owned no animals. I didn't want to move suddenly for fear it was a Coon and I'd get bit (you know the dreaded Rabies shots). So I lay still as it worked its way up my legs and onto my back. Then it kind of nuzzled in behind me. I had enough and flung the covers off and jumped out of bed turning the light on. There was nothing there. This same thing occurred 10-15 times while I lived in that apartment.
I moved to another Apartment, only things got much worst. At the new apartment I felt a presence in my bedroom numerous times and my covers would be pulled off me. Then one night as I was attempting to sleep something sat on my bed. There was enough light from my bathroom that I could watch as the mattress of my bed pressed down next to me. I was in shock as I watched as the form of something pressed into my bed. It was as if a person was right in bed with me. I was fed up and lost my temper after all the past encounters. I cursed the thing military style. I cursed it up and down. I demanded it leave and never return, suddenly it was gone. The next night I had a fitful dream. In the dream I was fighting two near naked savage looking men in hand to hand combat and with knives, only the knives were Flint or some type of stone. The fight was so real. I remember winning the fight but was wounded several times. I awoke with my heart pounding and out of breath. My leg burned like fire at my knee and my calf. My right hand hurt also but not as badly. I reached down to touch my leg and my fingers were sticky. I got up turned on the light and I was bleeding from three slash type wounds to my right leg and a minor wound to my right hand. My bed was a mess as was I. After checking my new apartment for intruders and anything that could have injured me. (of which there was nothing) I took pictures with my phone near the bed and cleaned and dressed the wounds.
I saw my doctor the next morning. I told him my story, he has known me for years. He did not doubt my story at all and said He thought I had encountered a violent spirit. (never thought I'd ever hear a Doctor say that) I talked with my Priest and he told me to pray and ask "God to protect my home and all who dwelled in it from evil.". He also told me to go to each room in my apartment and again "demand that the spirits leave in the name of God". I did as he said but I really wanted him to stop by and do it. But he didn't appear to even want to talk with me about it. He also advised me to pray each night, which I do any way.
So far it's been three months and no other world visitors. But I have two 3" scars on the inside on my right knee and a nasty looking 2" scar on my lower right leg. If anyone has any advice on this encounter please feel free to contact me. I'd love to know what happened and should I expect further attacks? Did I invite a spirit into my home? Thanks for reading this. Once again I give you my word of honor this is all true.