After our brief conversation I get up and go to the living room and plop myself onto the nice leather couch right on the end cushion, I pick up the remote and click through Netflix to then click on my favorite show Bates Motel. As per usual I watch 3 episodes, get some ice cream and then watch 3 more episodes but during my ice cream break Lia yells from the bathroom "OH MY GOD CRISSY GET IN HERE!" I run for my life, sprinting across the kitchen, into the living room, over the bench and through our room over our bed to get to the bathroom, when I arrive I ask " WHAT HAPPENED" she is laying on the bottom of the bathtub naked, water pouring over her from the rain head, cowering in fear to nothing. Through her crying she says "I was taking a shower and I felt someone grab my leg, and they yanked me down like I was in the middle of the ocean and I had an anchor tied on my keg and I sank quickly", I get on my knees and look at her ankle where she pointed and I saw a giant bruise roughly the size of a tomato. I say "hold on". I get her a warm towel out of the dryer in the laundry room and help her out of the tub and onto her feet to slowly walk her out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. While standing in the bathroom I wrap up her long black straight as a board hair that gently flows from her head. When she stands on her bruised foot she yelled so loud I'm pretty sure Jesus heard it. While sitting on the bed I grab her some fresh clothes from her closet and help her get dressed because she looks a little shaken from what had happened but that doesn't mean I'm not still mad at her for 'lying' to me. Once she gets dressed and situated we walk out into the living room and sit on the couch, she begins to curl up on me but I slowly slide away. She looks at me as if she had forgotten what had happened earlier. I ask her has anything weird like this ever happened before? She pauses and stares at me as if she is waiting for me to answer my own question before saying "yes, that's why I haven't been so close to you recently, our apartment has something evil in it. It doesn't like me and I didn't want it to do the same stuff to you. I was just trying to protect you. At night when you'd fall asleep it would tug on my feet, and when you'd get up for work in the morning it would tip over my jewelry container, I wanted to tell you that we should move but I was afraid that it would follow us and I didn't want to put us, our friends and our future family in danger." In my head I start to mumble about how I shouldn't of jumped to conclusions and should of just asked her what was going on. I start to say out loud "I should of noticed, I could of-" . By the time we were done talking, it was about 11 at night, I set up a camera to see what was happening and we went to bed. The next morning I replayed the footage about a thousand times and I wouldn't see anything, Lia said she didn't feel anything last night, for some reason. I guess us together scared it off and it was feeding off of Lia's separation anxiety. We didn't talk a lot for the next 2 days and the second night we set up a camera and we went to sleep. In the morning I woke up after her, and before I could get to watching the video, Lia says " I felt my foot being tugged last night, but I didn't dare to sit up and look, then this morning when you went to the bathroom my jewelry holder went flying just like always and guess what I saw on the video?" I reply with major curiosity "what? What did you see?" "I saw you sleep walking but you didn't touch me, something else did, here watch it" she says while passing me her rose gold MacBook. During the video I see her foot violently being tugged in patterns of three, stopping at 12 and I see myself sit up and gently slide out of bed and I don't know where I went but I came back with a glass of something and then left and came back and sat down on the edge of the bed and placed my arms up in a stretching position then laid back down.
