Let me start by saying that this story, in my opinion is rather embarrassing. I can't believe I am going to tell it, but you good folks at YGS make it easier to open up about the subject of the paranormal. Please know that in typing this story out... My face is beet red.
After a break up with David (mentioned in the story "And Stay Out") in March of 2005, the end of July of that same year, I met someone new. Cliff, a drummer at my church. We hit it off really well and soon we were dating. One night we were planning to go to dinner. I had taken a nap earlier in the day and overslept, making me late getting ready. Actually... The sound of Cliff knocking on the door to pick me up woke me. He laughed at my "panic" and told me that there was no rush and to go do what I needed to do. He made himself comfortable and turned on the TV.
I picked out my clothes and laid them on the bed and jumped in the shower. That's when it happened. I had washed my hair and had my head back rinsing the shampoo out when all the sudden I felt the shower curtain brush my leg... Felt cool air and heard the shower curtain rings as they slid along the metal curtain rod. (You all know that sound and the feel of the curtain opening while in the shower) It startled me of course and my first thought (I say "thought" because I couldn't see for the shampoo in my eyes) was that it was Cliff. We had not gotten to the intimate part of the relationship at that point so I was a little shocked. I quickly washed away the suds and opened my eyes. The curtain was open, but saw no one. In fact, the bathroom door was still closed.
As I went back to my showering, I was even more shocked when I suddenly felt a slight squeeze on my right boob. (I can NOT believe I just told that) Without thinking I screamed and in my rush to get out of the shower, I fell with my back landing directly on to the water spicket. No time for slowing down though, it hurt like mad but I kept struggling to get out. So now I am slipping on shampoo, water and blood and torn the curtain down in the process, shot out of the bathroom, bedroom and into the hall where Cliff was now standing in response to my screaming. There I was...naked...wet...and bloody. In spite of it all I was humiliated. My back was sliced open pretty good and should have gotten stitches.
Cliff was startled and asked me what happened. Of course I wasn't about to tell him what REALLY happened. (I was afraid it would scare him off... As if me standing there looking like Sissy Spacek in "Carrie" wouldn't have.) I just told him I fell in the shower. I'm sure he wondered why I ran out though. He bandaged up my back and we went on to enjoy our date. That was the first time I was physically hurt... By my OWN stupidity. I should have tried to stay calm. It was time to start looking for a new home. To this very day, that hasn't happened.