I have been sharing my story for years and never thought about posting it for others to read. Last night I had something unusual happen in addition to what has been happening over the course of about 20 years so I decided to share with a friend at work who has not been apart of my stories in the past. He suggested I look up this website and post, so here I am.
About 20 years ago while home with my 2 year old son, I had what I believe to be my first encounter. My son had walked into the kitchen where I was and while I took 30 seconds to walk into the living room, upon my return he was standing on the counter. There were no chairs around the counter, as well as all of the cabinets were locked with a child safety device. He could not tell me how he arrived to where he was standing and I was so concerned with his safety I did not even think about how he actually climbed up there. After a few minutes of shock I began to think about how this could have happened and came up with nothing. Over the course of the next few years I realized I was not alone even when I was by myself.
My wife and I do not sleep together because we both snore. Over the next 6 years, while living in Kissimmee, Florida I slept on the couch and she took the bedroom. During this time while sleeping on the couch, on numerous occasions I was awoken by the sound of 3 knocks on what appeared to be a window or door. I cannot remember whether I opened a door or not on any occasion but I do know that it was a very real and convincing knock that was always in rhythm and always only 3 knocks. A few times it had happened on consecutive nights but nothing consistent.
We then built a home in Saint Cloud, Florida. The knocks did not stop but I did have one of the most strangest things happen to me that I still cannot figure out.
I woke up one morning (while sleeping by myself in my bedroom) and found a very deep "cat like" scratch on the inner part of my thigh. Problem number one is that my bedroom door was locked and problem number two is that I do not own a cat. I tried to reenact the scratch by using my own fingernails and failed to do so. The way I sleep would make it impossible for me to scratch myself like that and even if I could, I tried to scratch myself to match the scratch I woke up and could not even come close. The scratch that was left on my thigh was there for about 9 months. I showed a few friends but in hindsight I should have taken a few pictures. It was unreal.
After a few years I relocated with my job to Louisville, Kentucky which is where I reside now. Once again the knocks came with me and the latest occurred about two months ago but last night I had something happen that trumps all of the above.
While standing in my bathroom door in my bedroom last night and watching a Little League baseball game on ESPN, I witnessed my work desk I have in the bedroom lift up about 1 inch and then drop back to the floor. This happened two feet in front of me. I did not get scared or jump up and down but instead stood there in disbelief. I then went to understand what could have caused this other than what has been historically following me around for the last 20 years. My chair was not close to the desk, the desk was not up against the wall just in case anything hit the house hard to move the desk (I was reaching for something with that one). I then thought I did not see what I thought until I looked at the water bottle I had on my desk and it was still moving.
These are things I cannot explain. I am a very simple man who has been married for 26 years and have a great family (one son is a police officer, another just graduated college and my youngest is 13 and a very smart young man). I have a great job and have been employed with them for the last 19 years in a prominent leadership position. I am not crazy and I go to church as much as possible and consider myself an educated man but I can not figure this out.
I welcome any comments, questions and/or solutions to what I am dealing with.