After twenty years of remembering this event as if it happened yesterday, I decided to share my story in hopes of gaining some insight as to what it may mean, or if it was just a malevolent attack by some sort of spirit or energy.
I was three years old at the time. At the time, my family lived in a trailer, which burned down the year after this event. I was sleeping in my twin sized bed, in my bedroom which may have been 8 feet from door to far-wall, and 5-6 feet from wall to wall. Up until this point in time, I had slept on my back. One evening while I was sleeping, I awoke suddenly for no obvious reason. This is the moment that changed my life.
Upon waking up, I looked to the wall which was flush with the foot of my bed, as it's where my head was facing from sleeping on my back. In a flash, I saw it. It was a large timber wolf with the most vicious snarl one could imagine on its face. Somehow the beast had jumped directly THROUGH my wall and onto my bed.
Scared out of my mind, I ran. The wolf gave chase. I ran to the couch in my living room, which was the highest/tallest point in the house I could reach. I tiptoed on the back of the couch, but the wolf was figuring a way up himself. Seeing this, I ran to the dining room table, one room away. I hurried up and barricaded myself under the table with the chairs.
Looking back at the experience, logically one would assume that the wolf who just traveled through a wall would be able to transfer itself through the chairs. This was not the case. I held on to one chair for dear life while the wolf kept tossing it about trying to get to me. The minutes that this went on seemed like an eternity. The wolf was again gaining ground, and I knew I had to try something different.
The only other choice available to me was to try to outrun the wolf, and make it to my parent's bedroom at the end of the hall on the other side of the trailer. I pushed the chair out at the wolf, and he backed off for a moment. I ran down the hall as fast as possible, screaming bloody murder, hoping that my mother would wake.
The wolf chased me down the hallway on my run. I was banging on the door of the bedroom, screaming. I could feel the presence of the wolf behind me, but as soon as the knob of the door turned and I heard my mother say "What's wrong", the wolf was gone.
To this day, I have never witnessed anything as horrifying as I did that night. The other night while walking my dog, I heard a howl outside. Knowing that the neighbors' dogs don't howl, I was spooked a bit, and went right back inside. Finally gathering up the courage to tell this story to those outside of my comfort circle, I'd really like to know if anyone has any insight as to: what my experience could mean, why it happened, what it was exactly, can it happen again, does it symbolize anything. Thank you in advance for any help and insight you are able to give in means of comments.