I have read some of the story about people getting attacked at night and they sound a lot like mine.
So I was 16 years old leaving in New Philadelphia Ohio in a one room apartment with my father. He had the living room and I slept in the bedroom.
So I had my bed placed against the wall no bed frame just a mattress with one window in the room.
After about one month of living there, I got weird vibes all the time when I came home from school alone. It first started when I came home and went in my kitchen: all of the drawers, oven, and fridge were wide open which I thought was very odd.
A few days later I came home and heard a scratching noise in my room. I thought maybe my father was in my room so I went in there. The noise was coming from my closet I opened up my closet and the hangers where moving scratching the closet door. I didn't really think anything of it.
So now one night I was lying down in my bed and I'm a very light sleeper so I was just looking around my room when I saw the shadow of a body on the wall. That had to have been hanging from a rope. I got a little freaked out, but still lay there. Thinking that someone hung themselves in my room but where and how? There was nothing on my ceiling. Plus there were no trees out my window that they could have used.
Then one night I had a horrible dream that I was stuck to my ceiling as if something was holding me against it. Then it started to pull me around out into the living room. I could see my father in my dream trying to yell out for him, but it was as if he could not see or hear me. Then I woke up super sweaty scared out of my wits.
Then again, a few nights in a row something was banging on the inside of my closet. I didn't even really pay any attention to it-one night I even thought it might be a bat. I don't know why, but I did.
Then a month later forgetting about what I saw I went to bed one night and woke up in a way I never want to wake up again. I woke up in the middle of the night around 3:30 with my chest in the air as if someone was pressing on my back then there was a tight grip around my throat all at the same time making me unable to yell for my father. My heart was beating fast and I was sweating very hard, because my body was so hot.
This went on for a good 30 seconds. I could not move a bone in my body or even speak a word. Then I passed out.
I woke up in the morning in pain my whole body was cramped up and my back stung or burned you could say. So I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had 6 about 2 to 3 inch scars on my back. I freaked out I ran in my bedroom and there was blood on my sheets right where my back was laying. So I pushed my bed against my closet and never moved ever after this. There was still nights I still heard banging in my closet I just closed my eyes and tried to sleep until we moved out a few months later.
That is the end of my story I have only told one person this story before and they stopped talking to me. Also after that I moved out of the apartment down the street. My father still lives there and every time I go home and walk down the same streets I always feel and hear someone right behind me