A Night Time Visitor

My incident took place in Athens, Alabama in a quiet rural home, on an otherwise normal street. I lived there with my ex, her mother, her sister, and her stepfather, as well as our collection of dogs. This house, though old, did not have any history of death or violence.

Several times, earlier in the relationship, my ex mentioned offhandedly that she would occasionally hear children playing outside of the house, small children. Now, this in and of itself would not be odd, were it not for the fact that there were maybe six families including ours within any respectable distance of the house, and the youngest children in the area were approximately twelve years old. They lived across the street, and though I did not know them personally, I knew them well enough that they did not sound like little children. We did not pay much heed, as these incidences with the children were rare, and by the time you heard them, you had almost forgotten they were even an issue, such was the hustle and bustle of life.

The bed my ex, and young son shared was pretty much a box springs and a mattress on top, set right on the floor, and was pushed into the corner of the room. There was open floorspace near the foot of the bed, about three feet, and a television sitting on its stand against the far wall.

My typical routine was to stand "watch" over her kid (she was loose), waiting for him to wake, and be there to tend to him so she could sleep. I would play Xbox, while sitting at the foot of the bed, about 2am, I would turn off the game, make sure sonny was ok, and curl up near the head of the bed.

This particular night, though, I woke up to something tugging on me. Not so hard as to wake me, but hard enough to drag me, maybe a foot and a half at a time, toward the foot of the bed. First tug, I thought I was dreaming. I have been rather good at realizing that a nightmare is just a nightmare, scary as it may be. Second tug, I managed to assess what was going on. This thing... And yes, I say thing because it was taller and broader than any man should be. I realized that it had its arms wrapped around my lower legs just below the knee. In that flash it made sense, that with all the junk to the immediate left of the bed, that it would stand at the foot for stability... And that part of my legs was easiest to reach. It wasn't so much pulling with its arms, as using its back to lean back. It got a third pull in before I fully realized that this WAS HAPPENING! I began to kick violently, which I don't think this thing was expecting, I got one leg free, the third tug had my legs nearly up under its (considerably high up) arm pits. As soon as I felt one leg get free, the other ceased to be seized. The whole entity vanished.

Normally I would dismiss the whole thing as a dream. Except that as soon as this thing vanished, I fell. My upper body was still on the bed, though only barely so, I was on maybe two feet of bed at this point, and my lower half fell as if from up high. My feet hit the floor, and I had to backpedal my full self back onto the bed.

I was able to make out this things silhouette in the almost completely dark room. It must have been eight feet tall, and nearly five feet wide. It looked powerfully built, but it didn't seem to use all of that power. Based solely on its build, it could have easily held me still, right where it wanted me, I shouldn't have been able to get away as easily as I did. It didn't speak, or make any sound like it spent any kind of EFFORT to drag me, but I could tell, even in what little light was in the room, that it was physically pulling me.

After I kicked my way frantically to the head of the bed, I surveyed the room as my eyes adjusted to whatever ambient light was around. Once I was satisfied that whatever it was was gone, I began to rationalize what had just happened. That I clearly had fallen asleep at the foot of the bed while playing Xbox. I ruled that out, because the TV was off, and tired or not, I would have remembered laying back at the foot of the bed. I recounted that I had distinctly curled up at the top part of the bed. Then I really began to get scared. I had really been dragged, that was irrefutable, due to my moment of falling after the thing vanished. It had been supporting me, and when it vanished, I lost that support and fell. My next thought entertained the possibility that something was in my room that night.

What did it want? Why was it dragging me so? To be quite honest, by the way it was dragging me, and had one leg on either side of its broad torso, it was trying to do some horrid sex act. This didn't make much sense, as I was fully clothed (lack of blankets, and her families proximity had ensured that... Can't have someone coming in to check on the baby and getting a full monty for their trouble...), but it was the only thing I could think of.

I am fully aware of sleep paralysis as well. I had never had it before, and have not had an "episode" since. I have seen documentaries on the subject, and sufferers have episodes on more than one occasion, and though there are sensations of movement involved in these happenings, the victims usually awaken unharmed (though scared) in their beds... The way I understood it, in a sleep paralytic episode, you may feel like aliens are dragging you by your ankle down the hall, telling you that youre going to outer space with them. Youre freaking out, and wake up as they reach your stairs, the aliens vanish... But youre in bed right where you fell asleep when you wake up. If I had sleep paralysis, I definitely did NOT wake up where I fell asleep...

Another thing, to go from the top of the bed to the bottom isn't easy, even squirming or sleepwalking in your sleep. It can be done, you can kind of drag yourself with your legs, but its not easy, it takes focus, and leg strain that I didn't have upon waking.

I have been backward and forward with this, looked online for anyone with similar experiences, and I can't find anything.