
      Night Visitor 
      
    
     
    Situations
in
          my life led me to live with my sister for
          a while.  She lived in a housing co-op where many of the
          people
          that
          lived there had paranormal experiences.  My sister and
          myself
          being
          among them.  One night, my sister had fallen asleep on
          the couch
          downstairs
          in the living room.  Her twin girls, at the time were
          around
          5-years-old,
          were asleep upstairs in their room and I was asleep downstairs
          in the
          basement. 
          She was awakened in the night by one of her girls laying at
          the
          opposite
          end of the couch with her foot on my sisters stomach.  My
          sister,
          half asleep, put her hand on the foot and told her daughter to
          go back
          to bed.  I should also mention that the foot felt a
          little to
          large
          and heavy to be that of a 5-year-old girl.  A voice
          replied to
          her 
          "Goodnight."  The voice, she claims was not a little her
          daughter's. 
          She opened her eyes in disbelief and no one was there. 
          The girls
          were fast asleep in their beds.  I probably would have
          not
          believed
          that story if what happened to me didn't happen.  My room
          was
          still
          in her basement and I was sleeping in bed on my stomach with
          my infant
          son.  I awoke in the night for some reason and all of a
          sudden
          there
          was a tremendous weight upon my whole body.  It felt like
          a giant
          man, at least 300 pounds and of fire, was laying on the length
          of my
          body. 
          Whatever it was felt as though it was slowly sucking the life
          out of
          me. 
          I thought "This is what it feels like to die!"  I was
          paralyzed, 
          I couldn't fight, I tried as hard as I could to scream, move,
          breath
          and
          nothing.  The only way I can describe the way it felt was
          that I
          was
          "losing myself".  When I was just about to give up, the
          weight
          lifted,
          I could breath and I could move again.  I got up and
          needless to
          say
          I didn't sleep that night, or the next few nights.  For
          hours that
          whole morning my back was burning.  Almost as though I
          had a high
          fever generalized only on my back.  These stories are
          only two of
          many encounters by us and others in the household.
    
    
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