This story, for which I still have no adequate explanation, happened ten years ago It has haunted me ever since it happened. As a side note, I'm a scientist (bio-chemist) and I think we all know that such views of the partanormal are frowned upon in the scientific community. After what happened to me ten years ago I couldn't care less what the "establishment" dictates as dogma.
I had just moved into a new apartment that I simply had to have when I saw it. In record time, I signed all the papers, paid my rent and security deposit and gotthe keys right away.
Now comes the fun part: it was my first night in my new apartment and I was getting ready for bed. I turned out the light and got under the covers. As I lay in bed ruminating on work issues, I suddenly felt and heard the bedcovers get yanked off my bed.
I immediately opened my eyes and what I saw still really disturbs me. I saw the blanket being pulled up into the air. The only problem was that there was nothing visible pulling it. I freaked.
Then suddenly everything was back to normal. No floating bed sheets. The blanket was right where it was supposed to be. I tried to write it off as a vivid dream, but there were a number of anomalies which suggested I wasn't dreaming.
First of all, whenever I move into a new place it takes weeks, if not months, before my living space starts appearing in my deams and even then, then domicile is distorted and not a true representation of my home.
What I saw with the blanket-grabber was a perfect imitation of my room and my flying comforter. Secondly, I have no memory of opening my eyes as if I were startled out of a dream. There are other anomalies, too, but you get the idea.
So having convinced myself I was just dreaming, I got back into bed, rolled onto my right side and started thinking about work again. Within a minute, I felt and heard the blankets wrap tightly around my face and neck -- as if to strangle me.
I struggled and once again everything went back to normal. After this second episode, I got out of bed, turned on all the lights and went to the living room to try and figure out what to do and what my options are. In the back of my mind, I was already treating it like a haunting and I wondered if I should vacate for the night. But what would that do? I could just get attacked on another night.
I finally came to the conclusion that whatever was happening, it wasn't physically happening. I decided that if I got attacked again I would just ignore it. Sure enough, within a minute of going back to bed I got the strangulation attack again. True to my word I ignored it and realized I could breath normally. At this point, I noticed how freezing cold the room was.
To this day, I don't know what to make of what happened. Once I ignored it, it went away for good. The next day I asked if something bad happened in that apartment and sure enough something bad did happen there. The previous tenant, who had lived there for over a decade, began suffering from paranoid dementia. She was institutionalized and she died a week before I moved in.
