My children, then 10 and 8, were in bed and later my husband and I also went to bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the blood-curdling sounds of my daughter Hanna screaming, "Mommy! Help me! Leave me alone! Help!"
I sat up in bed trying to turn on the lights and wake my husband, but he wouldn't budge. I finally got the lights turned on and tried to open my bedroom door. It wouldn't open. It felt as if someone was holding it closed from the other side. I grabbed the doorknob and yanked as hard as I could, and when it opened, there was nobody on the other side.
I ran down the hallway and tried to open Hanna's door, but it would only open an inch or two before it felt like someone was forcing it shut on the other side. I told Hanna to get away from the door. She screamed that she wasn't near the door. She was still screaming for me to please help her. I was scared and mad that I couldn't get in. I started to slam my shoulder against the door to get it open enough so I could enter. At one point I slammed it so hard that the door flew open. I flicked on the light switch... and what I saw was the scariest thing I had ever seen in my life!
Hanna, who had a wrought iron canopy bed, was hanging on to the post and levitating in mid-air! She was holding on for her dear life. Black shadows flying around the room quickly gathered and flew out of the window. (Normally, this window needed something to prop it open, but it was staying open by itself.) When the shadows flew out the window, the window crashed shut and Hanna slammed down to her bed.
I ran to her bed, picked her up and rushed back to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed with her on my lap, asking her what happened. Suddenly, the lights dimmed and my bedroom door slammed shut with such force that the door got wedged in the doorway. Finally, my husband woke up. My son was in his bedroom on the first floor and didn't hear anything.
As it happened, we had a U-Haul halfway packed in the driveway; we were getting ready to move to Florida. The next day we decided to cut out of there early. We got up in the morning and finished loading the U-Haul. My son was the last one out, and as he was coming down the outside back steps and got down to about the third from the bottom, something pushed him and knocked him into the yard about five feet from where he was coming down the steps.
When he landed, his chest hit the grass and his feet almost flew over his head backward. It didn't look like he had simply tripped. By the time his feet finally hit, he turned around and his face was white and loaded with fear. He screamed that something pushed him and held his feet. He said it felt like something held his ankles while he was being pushed. Five people witnessed him being pushed.
We left and traveled to Florida. But that wasn't the end.
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