When I was about to go to sleep
ANDaround 2:00 this morning (22/03/07) I turned off the airy and went to sleep. I had one arm above my head on the pillow and the other at my side. Both my hands are facing up. After a minute or so I started to feel a tickling, almost itchy feeling. I decided to move my hand above my head to scratch it, but I couldn't lift it. I felt really confused but decided to apply my other hand. I couldn't lift it either. Then I started feeling pressure in both arms. I was scared. My eyes widened and I became very concerned. I couldn't understand what was happening. My arms started to hurt from the pressure and I still couldn't move them. I was immobilized. I was too scared to make any sound (and I was also mindful of the rest of my sleeping family). I started to feel this tingling sensation all over my body. But there was nothing I could do.
The strangest thing happened next. My hands started moving on their own. They felt as if someone was opening and closing them. This all took about fifteen minutes. After a while, the tension began to ease and I could finally move my arms. I rolled over and felt like maybe I could fall asleep now. I started feeling it again. This time I felt as if someone was lying behind me and wrapped their arms around me. I couldn't move again. I started feeling tingly again. However, it passed after two minutes. That's all. Although, strangely enough, when I started writing all this, my nose started bleeding.
This isn't the first time I've had sex with someone while lying in bed. The next bit would be too tiny to describe in full, so I'm adding it to this one. A year ago I was lying in bed. It must have been around 2 a.m. too. Suddenly I felt as if someone had jumped on the bed at my feet. This end of my bed dipped and made lots of noises when something landed on it. I went to turn on the airy, but there was nothing there.
These are my experiences and I speak completely honestly. I swear.
– Jewelry
Shivers Baguio
AND I learned this story from my cousin. She visited Baguio last year. She told me that Baguio is not only notable and stunning, but also chilly. My cousin Angella visited a very luxurious hotel. I know the name of the hotel, but I won't say it because the hotel may lose its notoriety.
One day, when Angella visited the hotel, she felt something terrible, but she didn't tell anyone about it because maybe all the people there would think she was a weirdo. That night she slept in one of the most stunning rooms in the hotel. She heard a noise. She thought it was her roommate Clarisse. “Clarisse, could you stop making so much noise, I'm so sleepy,” a very sleepy Angella shouted. But Clarisse didn't answer. Suddenly she heard shots and people screaming. Angella thought they were just kids in the hallway. Angella was very tired of the noise she was screaming. Clarisse woke up. Finally, Clarisse told Angella that she was very afraid. She told her that she had a dream that so many people were killing each other.
Unable to bear the fear, they asked some of the workers about the story. They told them that this was actually where the Filipino-Japanese fight took place. It was bloody. Sometimes they saw a woman asking if they had seen her head. They told Clarisse and Angella everything. Because Angella and Clarisse were so scared that they checked out. They promised never to go to Baguio.
The lesson of this story is to always learn the history of a place.
Boogeyman
Tthis happened to me and my younger cousin a few years ago. I was taking care of my aunt and I had just put my cousin to sleep. I turned and started walking down the hall to the living room. I had just sat down when I heard my cousin scream. I got up and went into the room where she was sleeping. I saw her crying. I asked her why she was crying. She said something that I thought was scary. “There is no boogeyman,” I said, “just go to sleep.” I left and twenty minutes later it happened again. I entered the room and saw her crying. Then I heard a crash. From inside the closet. My aunt's closet door started rattling. It was a enormous dressing room with doors and everything. The doorknob began to turn back and forth until the door finally opened. I grabbed my cousin and we ran to my older cousin's room. I never told my aunt what happened. Even if I wanted to tell her, I don't know if I would. They have since moved and currently live in New Mexico.
Has this happened to anyone else caring for a child? I know that working as a babysitter is the perfect place for something completely terrifying to happen, and I wondered if this had happened to anyone else. On a side note, my little cousin is 8 now and I told her what happened and she thinks I'm trying to scare her. She doesn't remember it.