The years after the trip to India were best described, happy, smooth, with only a few occurrences. These were only at night. They were always the same. Only one was different and it was the last one I had which was my last until December 1990.
I would wake up at night and feel someone sitting on my feet, instinct told me it was a woman. The weight was such I could not move my feet at all. I would lie in my bed unable to move, and I am sure everyone will agree, you try to shout for your mum or dad, shout for help but this weird muffled noise comes out instead. I would lie their terrified, desperate to move but could not, eventually would somehow get to sleep and awake in the morning thinking was a dream or was it for real. This happened to me a quite a lot at night.
Whoever it was had no intention of harming me. The last occurrence was the one that freaked me out big time. I remember it was a hot night, and I kicked the blanket of me half way during the night. I never open the windows, I get scared if they are open, and something might come in, ghosts or spirit, spiders.
I was actually woken up, this woman was covering me with the blanket, it was almost like she was tucking me up in bed, and making sure I was snug and warm. She pulled the blanket up to my neck, making sure there were no gaps to let any cold through. I just lay their, again not able to move, speak, the weird thing is I managed to move from lying on my back to lying on my side, in the hope that it was a dream, I was wrong, she sat next to me and gently started patting me to sleep.
I did eventually fall asleep. I started sleeping with my bedroom light on after that incident and I would have the radio on all night to drown out any weird noises, my mum would switch the light off in the morning. She asked me on a number of occasions why I slept with the light on but I never told her. I never encountered anything after that until I got married in 1990. This was the life changing path for me!