When I was 15 years old, I experienced this and told anyone who was within five feet of me. Some people laughed it off as fatigue due to my extremely busy lifestyle; I was a gymnast, a dancer, and my life was filled with travel and sleep-away camp. Other people who did believe me were afraid to come over my home after that or just avoided me. I know this is true and have spoken to a Priest and his advice did stop it although it took one week.
My adopted mother was from the U.K and wasn't a churchgoer. I at that time in my life was approached by many different people from lots of religions and an actual cult group that I actually wanted to join. My mother forbade me to join it because she told me that nothing good would come out of it for me. So, I avoided all of it but clung to my religion by birth, Catholic.
One night I went to bed and nothing unusual happened that day so I don't know why this happened to me. My twin captain's bed is against the back wall with a window next to it and the radiator. I lie in my bed and felt an incredibly cold chill down my back. It lingered as if a cold body was lying in the bed with me. I knew the window was closed tight and felt afraid. I tried to get out of bed but I was frozen. At some point, I managed to get out and turned to look at my bed and the covers were still bubbled like a body was in the bed. I darted to the light switch by the door and turning it on I turned around to stare at my bed. The covers dropped and it was gone. I told my mother and of course she didn't believe it.
After this happened, a few days later I was in my mother's bedroom watching television. I sat on her desk chair and to my left was her platform bed so you could see underneath it. While I was watching my program, I noticed a swirling effect under the bed. As I stared at it, it grew bigger swirling around as a black hole under the bed. I jumped off the chair and watched it not being able to scream. None of her furniture fell into the black hole. I left her room and was terrified about these events.
The last thing that happened to me that week afterward was I woke up in the middle of the night with my mother standing over me with a blank face. She was just standing there like something else was inside her. Her eyes weren't there. I calmly told her to leave so I could sleep and slowly she turned and walked out of the room.
Freaking out and knowing in my heart that something was evil in my apartment, I blocked my bedroom door so she couldn't come back in and slept on the floor away from the window. I went to the Catholic church the next day and in the confession booth, told him I needed help. I was given Holy Water in a bottle, a bible with passages circled, and a small wooden rosary. I was only 15, but I had to do this. I went around the apartment and did what he told me to do, and the worst place was my mother's bedroom. It felt like a resistance was coming from her room. I felt nauseous but kept throwing holy water in her room. After a few days of this, I still bolted past her room with fear. It never happened again but whenever I walked past her room over the years some days that fear welled up in me and I ran past her room afraid I would be pulled inside.
I don't know why some days it made me feel like that but it was real. It happened to me and since then I have experienced more paranormal events that have made me question why me. They are always different events, and in different homes, I've bought. I'm grateful that none of these events rehashed themselves when my children and I visited my mother. Thanks for reading.
Biblio, if you take the emotion out of the equation and read this mess back I'm sure you'll find you said nothing any rational mind would find fault with.