This is my first entry so I suppose I should give you a little back ground info. I'm currently 17 years old and live with my father in Columbia.
This story takes place in my mother and stepfather's house at approximately 3:33 am. I was 15 at the time and still living with my mom and stepdad. I was having trouble sleeping that night, as I always do, but for some reason I was feeling immensely restless. More so than usual and I had no idea why. After what seemed like hours I finally drifted into a light sleep.
About 30 or so minutes later I awoke again, facing my bed side clock, laying on my stomach. I wanted to get up and get something to drink but when I tried to lift myself up I immediately realized that I couldn't move my entire body. It felt as if I was paralyzed. And naturally I was freaking out quite a bit, struggling to at least turn my head. My sheets had begun to slide off me and off the bed. Then I felt a weight all across my body, it was so heavy that it was difficult for me to breath. After that I blacked out.
I cannot recollect to this day what happened that night after the pressure across my body. And I know for a fact that it wasn't a dream because when I awoke the next morning all my sheets were on the floor at the foot of my bed. I couldn't have kicked them off because I'm not a rough sleeper and I'm very particular about the way I make my bed. All the sheets have to be tucked in on one side. So I'm forced so believe that what happened actually happened.
And of course, since the duration of my childhood I've had plenty of experiences in that house. But nothing this... Tangible. I've always wondered if whatever was in that house wanted to do me harm because I am the only one it has ever made contact with as far as I know.