I moved to Louisville, Ky when I was 9. I was so excited about the new house since it was the first time I had my own room. But it was something about the attic door connected to my room... I played in my room during the day, but sleep in it? Forget about it. Until my brother got tired of me sleeping in his...lol!
I would always feel like something was there. But I learned that running interference would keep it away. So a nightlight or the radio playing helped a lot. This particular night I awoke to a line of shadows going from the attic door in a diagonal motion to the window just past the foot of my bed... Where they disappeared one by one, in a single file line. All shadows. But distinctive. Tall, short, fat, skinny. Even a midget (no disrespect intended). I pulled the covers over my head and didn't move. I guess I eventually fell asleep and I awoke to the sun shinning.
This experience didn't scare me... It was the first of many, some not at all pleasant. I started sleeping downstairs in the family room because that room use to scare me to death. But downstairs is where I would sometimes fall into this frozen state... Couldn't move or talk, I could only move my eyes. I tried to scream but I didn't have a voice. I would pray in my mind and ask the lord to save me and slowly the spell would break. And sometimes that spell would come with a extremely deep voice, speaking a language I didn't understand. Sometimes my leg would get jerked and it would wake me up out of my sleep. I even remember getting slapped awake!
As far as I know I was the only one in the house to experience these things. And things still happen, current day. I'm 38 now. Do you think I am haunted? Or maybe some kind of psychic?