This all happened when I moved into a new house in Mission. It was only about 1 month ago, and I'll never, ever forget it.
The first night living in the house, I felt great. It was always sunny there, and I loved the brightly coloured paintings that were slung onto the walls carelessly, which I'd fixed with no hesitation. This home was the perfect paradise -- yet also the perfect horror-dice. I know, that's stupid. But whatever.
The third night sleeping there, I literally felt a hand caressing my thigh. I checked my husband, and asked him if he had touched me, and he said no, in fact, he was fast asleep. I was usually a pretty skeptical person, so I brushed it off as my cat, Holly, rubbing her head on my leg.
It was the next thing that happened that freaked me out.
My legs were pulled apart, and I felt something long go up inside me. I tried to push it off, and started crying. My husband woke up, and hugged me. Whatever it was, it stopped, and I told him what had just happened. The next morning, we threw holy water around the house and put a crucifix up in our room. We also put one in our daughter, Kylie's bedroom.
Now I'm only 19 years old, and so is my husband, so we were pretty freaked. I'm hoping I can get some help with this. I'm curious as to what it was.
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