I remember when I was young maybe ten or eleven I had my first attack. Growing up I didn't have much paranormal witnessing or have anything out of the ordinary (Though my mom does like to say I've met Jesus in a dream before but that's beside the point). Anyway. I remember that it was dark outside while my family was out by the camp fire, my Uncle was doing his thing telling us stories and making us all laugh because that's the type of guy he is.
I had to go inside the cabin for some reason maybe to get more water but next thing I know I could feel my body give out from under me making me collide into the hard wooden floor. I couldn't scream, and I could barely breathe. It felt as if there was this large pressure pressed against my chest.
I know I'm not that strong but that weight pressed down against me felt as if it was maybe 100 lbs? Heck I can pick that up if I'm forced to but being 10 or 11. It was impossible to move! After about a minute or two the feeling went away and I was too terrified to move. My aunt walked in on me on the floor.
I said I fell.
No one would believe me thinking it was some childish imagination. I'm still kind of terrified to enter that cabin alone. I don't think that spirit liked me and I don't know what I might have done to make it mad but whenever I return to Kentucky I try to avoid being alone at all costs. I'm terrified I'll make it mad again. But now I know a few more tips on how not to piss it off and what not to do if something does happen. Horror movies kind of helped.
I know I'm weird but hey a lot of people are and because of what happened made me believe in ghosts, I only thought they were stories, now I know better. And let me tell you I've had a few more experiences now that I'm older. For example there's a kid latched onto me but that's a story for another time.
Thanks for reading.