To be honest, I have a terrible fear of well... Old things, mostly because old things lead to dead things which lead to ghosts. And I can't punch ghosts.
The complete contradiction is, I LOVE music boxes, the older kinds... They make me happy, and I feel so much a peace when I listen to them, even the scary ones, they all are beautiful to me.
It wasn't very long ago, that my dad told me that my Grandma Tidwells house had been haunted, I didn't know (honestly I didn't like that house ever...EVER) My dad told me a story about when he made a ouija board out of a pizza box and used a glass to summon some ghost. He told me about the piano playing and jewelry moving and returning.
My Grandma tidwell, is a very religious woman, she is a born again christian and she told me the story of her "rebirth" and her meetings with the "devil" (while I myself am somewhat agnostic... For reasons) She invites us to her house often, and we reluctantly agree to it (we don't go often because she smokes indoors and we come back reaking)
But one night, my brother and I fell asleep, and we kept alternating waking up, because we would hear growling, or rumbling, like purrs. My brother eventually moved to the couch where Grandma and Papa were. I stayed in her room. I fell asleep, and after maybe an hour or so, I woke up, feeling this pressure all over my body, it pushed me into the bed and I held my breath, clenching my eyes shut. I gritted my teeth and tried to relax my breathing. I thought "maybe this is just a nightmare". It didn't stop, I felt fingers touching me, and a hand was grabbing my arm. These fingers touched me and trailed along my waist, but it didn't feel like people's fingers, it was like the left a trail of fire. I wrenched my eyes opened when I felt this crushing pain around my hips, and what I thought were lips, kissing my stomach. I tried to scream, but my throat closed on me. And ever so softly I heard these words whispered in my ear.
"Don't fight back." I apparently refused the demand, and uncontrollably began convulsing in the bed. I tossed and turned, and the pressure worsened, enveloping me, head to toe. I choked on nothing, and my throat stung awfully.
After a while, it stopped, and I layed in the bed sweating, the covers were half off the floor, and I felt exhausted. It felt so real, that I started crying, eventually crying myself to sleep.
The next morning, I figured it was a dream, like nothing had happened, but the night I got home, it happened again, but I was wide awake when it happened. I hurt everywhere, and just rocked on my bed, balling and sobbing like a baby.
And normally, I'm fairly mature about things, but I just felt like everything in the world was wrentched out of my hands by an invisible monster.