My story starts a few months after marrying my ex-wife. She was in Texas and I was stationed in Ft. Eustis, Virginia. My 1st Sergeant had secured a position for me at Ft. Sam Houston, Texas, but sat on the orders too long. Less than 30 days before I was going to leave, the orders were changed to Ft Bliss, Texas. I was still excited to be closer to my wife and her son.
We decided to live on Post for convenience purposes. The housing was okay. It was old but not run down. Our neighbors were really quiet. Our first night there was our first experience. We laid her son down to bed at his normal time. He was a very heavy sleeper and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Well we stayed up for a while, and when it was time to go to sleep, as soon as I laid my head down, we heard a thud and a child's footsteps run across the hallway floor. Fast. I got up and looked in the hallway and living room. Nothing. I quietly opened his door, and hes fast asleep in bed. I looked at my wife and she was scared, so I checked the house in detail. Empty. We laughed it off and had a good night sleep.
About a month later, our marriage was already strained. I had to work odd hours, and she stopped cleaning, and we were constantly arguing. One night specifically, I worked late, and we had a huge argument because she believed I was cheating, which I wasn't. I went to bed angry. The next morning I was awoken by a feeling of a presence over me. I felt what appeared to be an elderly ladies hand touch my face. At first gently, then it pressed my head into the pillow. I could even see the shadow of a finger over my left eyebrow. I was paralyzed and my breath suddenly stopped. I was scared but more angry that I couldn't move. After about a minute, I was able to move, and I bolted up gasping for breath. This happened to my wife a few times while we lived there.
The weirdest thing by far was our last week together. We argued all the time, and she would even hit me and throw things at me. She would tell her son he didn't have to listen to me, and would accuse me of checking any chick out that entered my line of sight. We argued cussing each other out very badly. We heard something thud on our roof, and we heard what sounded like giant wings flapping. She said there was a legend about a creature with the face of a man, the body of a lion and huge wings. If you look it in the face, you die, and it comes during heated arguments. We listened to it for about 10 minutes. Then she opened the back door and cussed at it in Spanish, and it stopped.
After she went home I had to go back there to clean up all the nastiness they left. I experienced noises like things rustling through our stuff, and a feeling of being watched, but that's it. It took me 2 weeks to clean it out. I am happy we are divorced and I have a new family now, but do you think whatever happened at the house caused her to be crazy?