This is the first time I am telling my story on internet. I am 25yrs old and I live with my boyfriend and my 1yr old daughter. My boyfriend and me have been doing nothing but fighting and we are always tired. I work and go to school and am a mom.
One night I got off work, I didn't get home until like almost midnight. My boyfriend was sleeping on the couch with the baby, so I went to the room and turned on the TV. I was watching Jay Leno, and was dosing off. When I felt a sudden rush in my body. I was leaning against the headboard and became very alert. The feeling was horrifying and I was instantly frightened. I was also under some thick blankets, I brushed the feeling off and focused on the show, when I felt this energy by my feet and I was staring directly at my legs that were under the blanket and I felt this force slowly riding up my legs.
I saw two arms form under the blankets running up my legs I pulled my legs out of the covers in disbelief and didn't move I stared where my legs where waiting to see if I was imagining all of it, when I saw what looked like five fingers press hard down into the bed making five holes next to my feet. I jumped out of the bed and ran to the living room trying to control myself from screaming and woke my boyfriend up crying telling him something horrible just happened and he needs to go check it out. But he is a jerk and half asleep went into the room but right before he jumped into the bed I noticed the finger marks where still there for him to see! But instead he jumped on the markings was pissed I woke him up and went right back to sleep. I was on my own.
I recollected my self and decided to try to go to sleep he was in bed with me anyway. I went under the blankets again and focused on sleeping with a silent prayer I kept repeating to myself. When I felt the rush again and felt as if something was pulling my legs apart! I started saying stop, please stop it and this huge bulge of air started forming where my legs where at I kicked the blankets off me and balled up in the corner of the bed praying.
I swear people I felt something trying to pull my hands off my legs! I ran to the living room where my daughter slept and prayed for at least an hour and finally went to sleep.
In the morning I was an emotional mess. I swore to not watch ghost shows anymore. Yes people this happened about a week and a half ago, and I will never forget it.