Firstly, I would like to say that I was never a believer in anything of the supernatural; "I have to see to believe," is my motto.
Before you even read this, know that if someone told me this story I would think they are crazy and most likely laugh at them; I'd never believe a word they said from that moment on.
Here's my true account:
In March of 2008, I was on the computer doing work; I work at home. I usually stay up long hours and don't usually go to bed until it's nearly getting light out.
One day I had my work done. The internet always bores me so I decided to call it a night around 9 p.m. and get a fresh start in the morning.
I walked upstairs into my kitchen because that's where my stairway is. My mother and nephew happened to be there in the kitchen; they saw me going toward the steps and my mom questioned why I was going to bed so early.
I told her was bored and had nothing to do, so I was going to bed. I get into my room and my blankets are all over the floor and the room is a mess.
I walked back downstairs and asked if someone was in my room. The only person that could have been was my mom, and she's in a wheelchair. My nephew was there visiting but he just got there.
I start cleaning the room up, the entire time wondering how this could have happened. I have an extremely thick large wool blanket. I threw it onto the bed and to my amazement it gets thrown back to my feet rolled into a ball; it came at me fast and hard it nearly knocked me over.
I then quickly look under the bed for someone playing a joke on me but nothing was under the bed. I again grab the blanket and throw it on again -- same thing; it flies back at my feet.
I stand there thinking how this is possible at all. This blanket is so heavy it doesn't capture air and float; it drops like a brick. I attempt several different methods over the next several minutes to get this silly blanket onto my bed -- each time I failed.
I then wrapped myself within it like a cacoon and dove onto the bed. And yes, I actually said out loud, "Ha, I win." I sat up, turned out the light; I lay on my stomach and fixed the blanket nicely over me tucking it up to my neck.
I placed my left arm under my head, my right up toward the top of the pillow and let out a sigh of relief. Here is where it really gets strange.
The instant I sighed, the entire blanket was ripped off my body toward my feet. I went to quickly get up and fight whomever this was that just did this. I couldn't do anything; I was paralyzed completely; I felt something on the back of my neck and also my lower back like as if two fingers were holding me there.
The only thing I could do was move my eyes. I tried to let out a loud scream but my mouth never opened nor did I make a noise. I saw lights outside the window; it was not the moon, a car or even flashlight -- it was a much more blinding light.
I attempted to move my eyes as far as I could to find my intruder but as hard as I looked, I saw nothing there. As I lay there in this predicament I am asking myself questions and answering them to try and figure this all out.
Am I dreaming? I don't think so, I just lay down, also I'm questioning myself if I was dreaming or not, so most likely I am not. So why am I paralyzed yet seem awake, why can just my eyes move and look around?
Wait a second that blanket thing was real for sure; this must be also. I used all my willpower to try to move and then in a few minutes I saw my pinky twitch. Within seconds I felt my entire body become unparalyzed.
I lept out of bed swinging; I turned on the light and saw nothing. I searched the entire room and closet. My door was latched, my windows were closed and locked. There was no longer any lights outside.
My blanket is rolled into a ball at the foot of my bed. Let's say that if it was a dream, and that if I leapt out of bed, my blanket, at best, would be on the side of the bed and splayed out. But remember -- it was rolled up in a ball at the foot of the bed.
I walked back downstairs and noticed I had been up there less than 15 minutes.
I then told my mother and nephew the story. Of course, they laughed and looked at me in a funny manner. My last words to them on it were, "Trust me when I tell you what I just told you really happened; I'm telling you this for your own safety -- that maybe one day if this ever happens to you, to fight it as hard as you can."
