I stated in my previous stories that I had only had 3 distinct experiences. This one was not counted amongst them as I do not know what this was.
I was 21 when my husband at the time and I had just moved into a new house in Arconpark, Vereeniging. About 2 weeks after we moved in my son was born.
Shortly after my son's birth strange things would happen. On many a night my husband would jump out of bed, grab his revolver and run outside. When he came back in, he would tell me that he saw someone at the window. Now my husband would have very vivid dreams and act out. He would walk around, talk and even respond when you asked him something. He looked and acted as if he were wide awake. It was freaky. The only way I could see that he was sleep walking was his absolute expressionless face and the fact that he would fall back onto the bed like a dead man and be snoring within seconds.
In any case, one night after falling asleep he again jumped up, grabbed his revolver and ran outside. When he came back I asked him what happened and he told me he had seen a child outside. He was NOT awake during this episode.
Now our bedroom window's only went halfway down the wall from the ceiling but ran the entire width of the room and halfway into the wall at right angles to this. Like an L shape.
The following morning I was in the garden when I saw a child's handprint on the window just above the windowsill. It was strange but having no fence around the property it was explainable.
There were definitely odd things going on according to my husbands vivid sleep walking/talking self but I just ignored it because he never said anything about this while awake, until one night.
I had fallen asleep on my husbands side of the bed (closest to our on suite) as we had just moved my son to his own room and he was extremely restless.
It was approx. 2am when my son started crying and as I tried to get up I couldn't move. It felt as if someone was sitting astride me holding me down. I fought with all my might and managed to fall off the bed. Even while lying on my stomach on the floor, I still felt as if I had someone sitting on my back pushing me down. It took every ounce of strength but I managed to leopard crawl to the bathroom and fought to switch on the light. The minute the light flicked on the weight on me disappeared and I could stand up.
This only happened once in the 3 years that we lived there but it was also the only time I slept on my husbands side of the bed. I had never experienced sleep paralysis before nor since so do not understand what happened.
After some research, we found that the original owner's son had committed suicide in the garage and the mom, not being able to live with her grief, also committed suicide a few years later. Exactly where she did it, we never could find out.
Although I never thought that what had happened to me was paranormal, it has stayed with me and bothered me all these years since. I never could explain it.
My husband always walked, talked, fought, laughed, cried and answered me in his sleep all through our married life. Unfortunately my daughter, born just after we moved from this house, inherited this trait from her dad. Between the two of them, we had many a scare and many, many laughs at their expense.