My story starts when I was 16 years old. First let me start by telling you I lived with my grandparents for most of my childhood. The house we lived in was an average house. When you walk in you are in the front room. There is a hallway to your left that leads into the bathroom, computer room, and my grandparent's bedroom. The kitchen and dining room is to your right and a basement door is in the kitchen.
It was late in the evening. I was watching over the house while my grandparents were on vacation. I had lain in my grandparent's room to watch TV. In the mean time I had fallen asleep. It was about 2:30 in the morning or so when I felt something was hovering over me. I felt a cool breeze over my whole body. Let me just say it was cold outside so no windows were open no fans just the heat. I didn't want to open my eyes for fear that I would see something that I didn't want to see.
My heart was racing and I wanted to get out of the house but on the other hand I didn't want to move. Mom said that she would stop by after she got off work (Mom worked the midnight shift at FedEx). I was lying there waiting for this "thing" to go away. I didn't hear anything just felt that it was hovering over me. It felt like it was trying to make me open my eyes with a breeze blowing in my ear and my feet. I sleep on my right side and have to have a foot hanging out. I ignored it until I feel back asleep. Mom came to check on me at 6:30 in the morning. When she laid down next to me she said how is my number 1-1 this morning (This is a nickname for me. It stands for first child first daughter). I said tired. I didn't tell anyone in my family about this because they are very religious and they would have probably put me in a crazy house. I have never experienced anything like that again. I am now 30 years old and have not forgotten about this.
I found this site looking for something to read at work. I had forgotten my book and was on a lunch break so I have read several stories and given advice on a few. I don't need help I just thought I would put my story here. Any and all comments are welcome. I know this is not much of a story as some on this site.
Thank you for reading my story.
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Sorry it took me a while to get back to you. I have been busy. Yes I still go every Sunday to granny's house. I have not felt anything in a long while. The strange thing is my grandpa (granny's husband) passed away on the couch she still has. I now get a warm feeling when I walk in the house. He was and still is my heart ❤.