When I was 16 years of age in my house in Abilene, Kansas. I was lying awake in bed late one night recapping the day's events in my head. Yet when I tried to roll over onto my side I could not move at all except for my eyes. I was just flat on my back paralyzed with just the ceiling to look at. My breathing became very labored until suddenly I could breathe no more. My bed started shaking a bit and at that same time, I felt a mob of hands violently and rapidly ripping up my covers that I was under, I did not see anyone there, only my covers being ripped about above me. This went on for a couple minutes until I was blue in the face. I struggled so hard to breathe or do anything. Finally I was able to let out a whimper then take a little air in, and then yelled even louder and I was able to breathe again.
Whatever was on me quickly stopped and vanished. I sat up and just screamed. I was surprised that no one in the house heard me yelling. Not even my sister in the next room over. Also in that house I had a couple issues sleepwalking and waking up in the bathroom in a scalding hot tub.
No one else in the house had any issues. Though often times we all heard a steady knocking inside the walls that travel throughout the house. My parents ended up not buying the house and we soon moved, no one really admitted it was the fact of all the strange occurrences.