I joined the Army fresh out of high school and since then lived in dozens of places and this has happened in only 1 place. Huntertown, Indiana. I was living in a 2 story townhouse. And I lived alone. Well at night from time to time I could feel something petting me. More like stroking my back. My neck down my back, always my neck and down my back. And whatever was touching me was touching me so hard I would wake up. I thought it was a serial killer that broke in and was petting me so it could savor the moment before they made their killing blow. I would wake up and would open my eyes but would lay very still to see if I could still feel it, and I could so I knew I wasn't dreaming it. I would flip over real fast and there was nothing there. This happened several times. The touch was cold and made my body tingle wherever it touched me. I eventually spoke to my mom and stepdad about things and my friends and they all thought I was dreaming. But I knew I wasn't. Well 1 night it happened again and this time as soon as I woke I flipped over and there was a man standing there next to my bed.
He was there just standing there. I couldn't make out his features. But his frame in the moonlight was unmistakable. So I let out this spine chilling scream that woke the neighbors. I jumped out of bed and started swinging on this guy with both hands with everything I had, screaming at him. But the thing was my hands just went through him. After several swings I stopped and just looked. The guy did the same thing the whole time. He just slowly slipped towards the wall. Once he reached it he just faded into the wall and the floor. He was made of what appeared to be smoke, ash, and light. The whole time he just moved through my punches, and just kept moving after I stopped. Slowly, without concern. After that I slept on the couch or I had company come over more often. But I don't remember it touching me ever again. This is a 100% true story. I don't want anything for it, I just want to tell it.
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