Let me start with some back story, so you can understand my full meaning. I have been in law enforcement for nearly 28 years. For the past 13 I have been a Special Agent... I've been on SWAT, for several years and served my county overseas in the US Army. I am a type "A" personality. I have worked homicides and hunted seriously dangerous men. I am hard wired to seek the tangible and find the truth... No one whom has ever met me can say I easily rattle. Here is what occurred...
I purchased a farm house in rural Oklahoma 9 months ago. It's about 7 miles from the nearest town. It's peaceful out in the country most of the time. I live alone at the moment with my Fiancee' moving down in a couple of weeks. My kids are grown. In college and working. Two nights ago, I went through my normal bedtime routine. Checked the doors and set the alarm. All was quiet. I go to sleep about 1130 PM.
I'm asleep for about an hour when I awaken by what I can only describe as a small child pushing the mattress of my bed down on the empty side, a few times. I didn't see a child. I heard a giggle then felt the movement. I recall asking "What is it baby?" Like when one of you kids wakes you up at night. I then realized I was alone and thought I dreamt it, in that place between awake and asleep. I felt no threat or concern really and rolled over and went back to sleep.
Two hours later at about 2:30 AM I feel the bed violently move several times, It jarred me awake. Once awake, it moved one more time and was coming from under the bed pushing up. It moved my full body weight as well as the bed mattress and box spring. I'm kind of a big guy. That took some effort. I got up quickly. I sleep with a firearm accessible at all times, and like I stated earlier I live alone during the week. The room is dark so I grabbed the weapon and a flashlight. All the hair on the back of my neck is standing up and I felt like I was not alone in the room. I went from condition white to condition red instantly. It immediately felt like I was in trouble and about to deal with a home invasion or something and feeling like there is a REAL threat to deal with. I check my surroundings and determine nothing is close to me. I jerked the covers off the bed so I can see underneath. There was nothing there. I fully expected to find a person. I swept my whole house, issuing threats and armed. I checked every room, closet and space a person could be in. Nothing. I cannot accurately convey the level that this unnerved me.
Since that happened, sleep has been less than easy. I did some research and have had the house heavily saged. It's been quiet since then, at least so far. There have been no geological anomalies reported. All I can say is, there are still some things in this world that we don't understand. I can tell you without a doubt, I was not alone at 2:30 AM.
Okay, aside from the seriousness of what you were dealing with, your post made me laugh...
"I recall that my reaction began with "How DARE you..." I know that my tirade included casting aspersions upon the moral character of the entity, speculations about the cheap promiscuity of the entity's mother, indicating where within its own anatomy the entity should place its hand in order to tap its rhythm next, and my opinion of spirits who wanted to haunt my apartment without even pretending to be helpful." -Biblio
That was probably my fave! Apparently I'm not the only one that storms through the house cussing and issuing threats. And to top it off... You kicked it off the porch too! I can only imagine it felt fully evicted. It just goes to show you, it's not the size of the Dog in the fight, it's the size of the Fight in the dog.
(Still smirking to myself)