About two years ago I moved in with a friend, Curt, fully aware that his house was haunted. I had stayed the night a few months prior being woken up to singing and muffled conversation. At first we thought it was his mother, but upon further inspection she had already left the house for work.
Having heard all the stories of his personal experiences it was easy to understand that nothing malicious was living in the house. Months of living with him proved that there was nothing to be truly afraid of, until one night that I will remember for the rest of my life. I slept in the same room as Curt on an air mattress at the foot of his bed. The events of the daytime are so insignificant that I can't even recall what happened before going to bed that night.
I fell asleep with my right arm under my pillow and my left side facing Curt's bed. I am uncertain of the time in which the following events occurred. I awoke briefly (later recalling seeing a pair of feet directly in front of me) and shortly drifted back to sleep, only to awake again with my arms extended out and the top half of my body up on Curt's bed as if I was climbing onto his bed. All I remember is being confused as how I had gotten there then quickly being thrown down to my bed by an unseen force, followed by screaming. It felt as if something was sitting or standing on me. I could feel myself getting hit (which I figured out later was my arms and legs flailing) and all I could think was "What is going on?". I thought my eyes were open but I could not see anything and all I could hear was the screaming not knowing who it was.
It was me screaming the whole time. I only stopped after hearing Curt shout "Dude" at me several times. Nothing like that had ever happened to me nor happened since. After the encounter I felt like something was still there watching. This feeling lasted for more than a week before disappearing. Nothing of the sort had happened in the house before and anything paranormal had been nonviolent.
I have tried to make sense of what happened many times and I can only think of two possibilities. Either a spirit of some sort was attempting to possess me, or I was simply attacked by a spirit. But however I look at it, whatever attacked me was not in that house prior to that night, and left shortly after. Some people have speculated that it may have been a small seizure or panic attack, but they did not witness what happened. Not even Curt woke up until I started screaming. I saw what I saw and felt what I felt. The feeling of being pulled and slammed down is a very distinct feeling and not being able to fight back most surely is terrifying.