These strange but true experiences happened to me during winter 2001, when I lived in an triplex apartment on Rue Ducharme in Hull, Quebec, Canada.
Every night around 1:00 a.m. I used to hear the sound of furniture moving above my apartment. My apartment was located on the second floor of my building and there were no tenants living above me. I spoke to my neighbors about the nightly noises I was hearing, thinking they had access to the roof and possibly were moving something around up there. They assured me it wasn't either of them and told me they both thought I was the person who was rearranging my furniture every night. We looked for foot prints in the snow around the building and on the roof top but we found absolutely nothing. We never did find an explanation for what was making the nocturnal noises. A few days later, things would take a very strange turn.
One winter morning, I had awoken alone in my bedroom and felt well rested. Wide awake, I stayed curled up under my blankets for a moment before I decided to get up. As I tried to get out of bed my entire body suddenly felt completely paralyzed. I couldn't move and I could not speak. The only thing I could move was my eyes. I could hear a strange high pitched buzzing sound and all the hair on my body was standing on end as though I was covered in static electricity. I couldn't understand what was happening to me and my heart was racing, when I slowly became aware of a presence standing on the right side of my bed. Finally, I managed to shift my eyes and tried to focus on who or what was standing there. Before I could see anything, I heard a strange sliding sound and could see what looked like a silver collapsible shield that expanded in sections on either side of my face. It was blocking my view of who or what was in the room with me. The metallic shield reminded me of an old collapsible tin camping cup. Freaking out at this point, I forced with all my strength and I managed to move my right leg up about 2 inches. A man's large hand print appeared on my right thigh as though a disembodied person were pushing my leg back down onto my bed. I could clearly see the outline of a man's hand with large fingers. After a few minutes had passed there was a loud popping sound, the hand print on my thigh slowly disappeared, the pressure on my body subsided and I finally was able to move again. I rocketed out of that room as fast as my legs would take me.
It was a horrible experience that I did not want to relive ever again, so I packed everything up and I moved out of that apartment shortly afterward.