This is an experience that happened about 6 years ago. I had a hard time understanding the turn of events for quite a while. In some weird way, I am just glad that this event happened. I had made a very brief mention of this in a post some time ago and decided to share it after much thought.
I had traveled to another city to meet a friend and catch up. We decided to visit a pub and have a few beers. The evening went well, and we had a lot of fun. Once the party was over, my friend asked us all to drop in for a night cap. Besides, I was the only one not too drunk to drive down the small lane back home. So five of us piled into the SUV and reached my friend's apartment.
Once inside the house, my friend took me aside and told me that she called everyone home because something did not seem right. Usually, I don't take such things seriously because there is always an explanation. But with this friend, I knew she had checked out all possibilities. Her reason for calling me was that I am a student of martial arts, and have achieved some level of control over my discipline.
We shared what little knowledge we had with the rest of the gang and decided to walk around the house and see what we could find. Nothing came up, and my friend (who is well versed in yoga and meditation) mentioned that some light was moving back into the house. We took this as a good sign and slept off. The next morning, after some much needed coffee and a breakfast we took off for our respective homes. I had a six hour drive to make, so I left early.
I reached home late in the afternoon and after spending the evening reading, decided to call it a night. I usually keep my room in a certain way, and know almost instantly if anything is out of place or if anyone has been in my room (courtesy - James Bond). Funny, yes; but good fun too.
That night as I slept, I thought someone was in my room. So I woke up and tried to look around. Obviously I did not see anyone. So I got out of bed and walked around my room, towards the washroom and the balcony. I did not have much success. Almost immediately, something told me to close my eyes and try to sense what was there, so I did just that. With my eyes closed, I walked back to the centre of the room, trying to find an answer, when I felt something move quickly past me. From the height, the speed and the feeling of the movement, it seemed like a man. I took up my stance with my eyes still closed and whispered, "Bring it on, @#$&*^%!" The movements continued and I was reacting as I was fighting in the ring. With every wasted punch and kick, I could feel some strain on my senses. I had started to think that maybe this was too much of a task for me, while still swinging my hands and legs around. And that's when I felt my foot connect hard into what felt like a ribcage. Instantly, everything went calm and I opened my eyes to see if I could find what I hit. Of course, the room was empty.
Feeling very good about the whole four odd minutes, I walked back to my bed, when the light on my phone flashed and I saw that my friend was calling me. I answered, and the first question that came my way was, "Who were you fighting?" Throughout the whole episode, the only thing that made me cringe was this question from my friend. Not the presence in my room, or the little bout. I replied saying it was nothing, and asked her what made her call me. She then told me that she felt the energy in her house had left and followed me, so she had started to meditate.
Nothing ever happened after that, life went on as usual and although we don't speak about it, we have not forgotten what happened.