There
was this one house in Detroit,
MI: my family had just bought the house and I took the upper flat (it was a two-family
home). I first noticed something strange while I was sleeping. I noticed that
when I slept on my stomach I felt that my legs from my knees were going up and down very, very slowly. I was only about 2 or 3 % aware of what was going on and didn't really think about it till the next morning.
My mother and I always drove to work together (we worked at the same place) so I would tell her what had happened and she
would say " Oh it’s probably nothing”, but it kept happening over and over.
In another instance, after work in the daytime I would be so tired that I would go in my room to take a nap
and would get in a trance where I would fight it, wake up, then go back to sleep and it would happen again. Then I got scared and went into the living room to lie on the couch and it would happen again! By the time I woke up I was so drained that I was not thinking about being scared.
Another place in Allen Park after I was married, my husband would sometimes stay up late and our bedroom was
upstairs so while I was sleeping I thought that he had come up, because I felt someone sit on the bed then lay down but it
wasn't him and this continued for years. One year he went hunting and I thought to myself ( I'm not going to sleep up there
by myself ) so I slept in one of the other bedrooms downstairs, do you know that while I was sleeping I felt someone crawl
over me to get to the other side because the bed was up against the wall!
Same house, one night while I was sleeping I subconsciously asked who was there and do you know that I got
2 full names and I thought this is it…I’ve got to go talk to someone, I thought I was going crazy. The names were Richard and Russell the last names I forgot, I should have written it down.
These are some of the things I experienced. There's more, but
nothing really scary, just me being kind of sensitive to things like the day I walked into this prison out in California can't
think of the name of it, but its on the Island [Alcatraz?], well I could not stay in there.
Now I'm in a newer house but every once in a while I feel like someone is playing with my hair strands, or
giving me a jab from behind, or I can just feel when something is just passing by.
Paula
