~ Experiences ~

I Can't Sleep At Night and Who's That Sleeping In My Bed?

I Can't Sleep At Night

About a year ago I spent the night at my cousins house, it was about 2 am and I heard noise coming from outside. I was in my cousin's room and right outside are her gates. It sounded as if someone was opening her gate so I got frightened. I was about to get up to tell her then all of a sudden I couldn't move, I was really scared. It stopped but plenty of times after that incident happened to me it occurred more often but differently. It always happens when I'm about to go to sleep, I'm always half awake, half asleep. Its getting out of control now. It happened to me 3 times last night.

For example, last night I woke up during the night around 3:30 as usual. I continued to fall back to sleep, as soon as I shut my eyes, got very comfortable, and was half ways asleep I started to hear a mute sound then right after a buzz sound. I tried to move but I couldn't. I was able to feel myself trying to fight it. I did the routine of praying to God and my uncle who passed away. It stopped seconds after and I felt relieved. I thought since it happened once it wouldn't happen again, but I was wrong, the same thing happened.

I always wonder what would happen if I don't fight it. I think it happens to me at that time because that's when I am most vulnerable; I'm so sleepy I don't want to wake up. I'm thinking they do it at that time because they think I'm going to give in and not fight back. I always wonder if I let myself, what would happen. But I'm too scared to find out; if anyone of you has dealt with what I have experienced can you help me on what I should do?

Who's That Sleeping In My Bed?

We have lived in many houses where 'things go bump in the night' as we English like to say, but this made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

As a family we have moved many times in the

past to get away from seeing people/figures, smells, the television turning over, etc and have decided at last that moving doesn't work if they decide

to move with you!

I came home from work last week said hello as I came in and went straight up stairs to change. As a bit of back ground

I leave the house at 6.30am each morning and before leaving open the bedroom curtains in all the bedrooms.

As I got changed I noticed my eldest son

who is 11 sneaking quietly up the stairs, he got to the top and dashed straight in to my room slamming the door. Of course

I thought that this was one of his usual pranks, but he started to cry, real sobbing and very heart breaking. When he calmed down a little I asked him what was wrong, he replied that he was too ashamed.

The story came out that he had heard me leaving the house that morning and snuggling back under the bed covers rolled over from on his back to his side which faces a reflective framed picture on the wall.

As he closed his eyes he felt the bunk bed (he is on top) shake, but thought this was his little 4 year old brother moving underneath. After the bed shook again he opened his eyes and caught his reflection in the picture opposite. He said that lying behind him was a man also lying on his side propped up on his elbows looking over my sons shoulder.

My son describes how the man seemed to be looking at the picture as he was and said that when their eyes made contact this man smiled like it was completely normal. I asked my son what happened

next and he said that he was so frightened that not only couldn't he move but actually wet him self. My son has never wet the bed in his 11 years and this was what hurt.

He went on to say that he continued to watch to

man for ages, (but was probably only minutes) when he saw in the reflection the man reach out and touch him on the shoulder.

He said that he didn't actually feel anything, but jumped up and jumped off the bunk bed. This is a very high bed and he could have

done some damage, but he said that he just needed to get away.

I asked my son to describe him as I thought he might

have been a relative. He said that no it wasn't any one he knew and described him as follows. Black curly hair, very dark skin,

blue jumper, black trousers and brown shoes. This brought back memories of when he was 2 years and he climbed into our bed one morning and started staring at the ceiling. When I asked him what he

was doing and to go to sleep he told me a man was on the ceiling. He had just given the same description at 11 as he did when he was 2!

The poor thing is now frightened to be alone in the room and follows me around like a little shadow! At the moment he sleeps down

in the living room.

I have always seen things from an early age as did my Nan and mom, but always hoped my kids wouldn't.

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