In 1994 I was still living at home and the family home was very small. I didn't have my own bedroom. My parents had a room and my two older brothers occupied the second room since there were more boys then girls they gave that room to my brothers. I slept in the living room on a hideaway bed. However the hideaway bed was old and beginning to break so I began sleeping uncomfortably on the couch. But when my father wasn't at home I would ask my Mom if I could sleep in their bed because it was more comfortable. She would say okay. After my Parents broke up, my Father ended up moving out for their separation. I was allowed to sleep on his side of the bed more often. Anyhow at this time I was going through a Christian revival. I was meditating on faith, that when you ask God for a blessing you're to thank him and believe as if he already has given you what you asked for. As I was concentrating on strengthening my faith I was thinking also of the part in the Bible where Jesus washed the feet of his disciples.
The strangest thing that happened was my feet began to feel refreshed as if they had been washed. My feet felt so clean and refreshed and they remained feeling like that all evening all the way into the night when I went to sleep on my Father's side of the bed.
Now my Mom was already asleep and I was lying on my back trying to fall asleep. I was drifting off, when all of a sudden I felt a very "real" man's hand grab a hold of my left foot. It was definitely a hand. The fingers wrapped around my foot firmly. The thumb curled under my arch and the other fingers curled gripping around the top of my foot. I could feel the clamminess as well. The hand was large because it enveloped my foot easily. My Mother and I were covered up completely and this bed is a Queen Sized bed. There was no one else in the room.
The only way a hand could be under the blankets and sheets at the foot of the bed was if this arm reached up from under the mattress under the bed or from the floor at the foot of the bed. I was so freaked out. I yanked my foot away and out of this hand's grasp and wanted to scream but I didn't because I was too petrified. I pulled both my legs in tight, as if I was sitting Indian Style with legs crossed and kept them there. I was so feverish with fear and my whole body was stiff with terror. My Mom was asleep next to me and I didn't know what to do. I was so scared, yet I didn't want to alarm her. There's no way anyone else was in that room. I eventually fell asleep praying and praying for God's protection. What the hell was that?
I told my Mom the next morning and of course she didn't believe me. I wonder sometimes what would have happened if I would have sat up and reached down to take hold of that hand?