This event occurred about 6 months after I settled into the house in Del-City, Oklahoma. I was I believe 11 years old at this time. It happened about a year before the garage incident, written in another posting.
My room was arranged with stuffed animals galore. I had them in particular spots, ranging from the time I received them, as gifts, importance and whom I had received. I was a very particular child.
One night, during the summer, I had stayed up a little past my regular bedtime watching movies with my mom and stepdad. Nothing in particular, matter of fact it was an old western. I had grown tired, and gave them both hugs and a kiss, along with the good-night and I love you both. I went upstairs and immediately had an uneasy feeling. That feeling of being watched.
I walk to my bedroom door, click on the light, and a cold draft sweeps by me. Chills are running through me, and still I walk into my room. I look around, check the windows, they're closed. It's not the air conditioner because they turned it off earlier that evening, due to the cool evening.
I turn my light off, and lay in my bed. The hallway light is on, so I'm comfortable enough to fall asleep. I suddenly woke up, not sure how long I had been asleep. I turned over now facing my bedroom door and notice all is quiet, and the hallway light is off.
I woke up by feeling something hard or heavy enough to move my bed. I laid there for a couple of minutes trying to fall back to sleep, hoping it wasn't a spirit trying to act up.
Now wide awake, I hear shuffling of feet across my bedroom floor, all around my bed. It truly sounded as though they were running all around. Then I felt something grab onto my blanket and pull itself up onto my legs. It was heavy enough to put pressure on them and it stood there for a couple seconds, and I heard other feet shuffling around on the floor.
My heart at this point is racing, and I was scared stiff. That's when I heard this voice. It said, "Why does, she bring in food for us if we can't eat it?" Then another voice responds, "She knows we're only stuffed toys."
All the while, whatever it is, is still standing or sitting on my legs. That's when I tried my hardest to stay still and quiet. Then the first voice said "We better get back into our spots, before we get caught." So I literally feel it jump off of my legs, and hear it hit the floor. I heard it run around my bed, and then stop. All was quiet again.
I laid there, for what seemed like an eternity, but maybe 30 minutes, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Finally after draining myself of any energy I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I literally jumped out of my bed, flew down the stairs and told my mom what had happened. She had this look on her face, of sheer terror. She went upstairs to my room, and said out loud, "Leave my daughter alone, leave this house!"
When she left my room, I packed up all of my stuffed animals put them in garbage bags, and threw them out in the trash. Because I used to play house, school etc, and bring them snacks.
I have only told my husband about this, he laughs, I don't. That was only the beginning of some creepy things in that house.