Theresa Lewis

Those of you who have read any of my prior works already know some of my paranormal experiences. This is just one more of many.

Several years ago, my husband and I went to visit family in another province. We had been there before and I had experienced a few innocuous paranormal events. Having had paranormal experiences since I was a child, none of them actually scared me. I was used to the happenings.

Most of my past experiences with the spirit world were apparitions that rarely interacted with me. That family visit, however, was entirely different to any other experience I have ever had.

Shortly after eleven that night, everyone went to bed. I crawled in beside my husband and cuddled up for a good night’s sleep. It was a quiet night and dark, except for the feint glow of the three quarter moon that shone through the bottom quarter of the window that was not covered by the blind. I normally sleep on my stomach with one arm under the covers and one arm on top of the covers.

I had no sooner kissed my husband goodnight and made myself comfortable when I felt like someone was tickling my exposed arm with a feather. I looked at my arm, but saw nothing. The tickling sensation continued for a few more seconds until I pulled my arm under the covers. I only left the palm of my hand exposed. That, too, had the sensation of being tickled with a feather. Finally, I pulled my hand under the covers and eventually fell into a sound sleep.

A few hours later, I was jolted awake by a vibration from the bed. At first I thought that my husband had jerked his leg as he sometimes did in the night. While I lay there on my stomach and waited to fall back asleep, I felt several more jerks. The jerks came faster and harder. Suddenly, I became aware that I was being pulled off the bed by my ankles. I screamed and flipped over onto my back and sat bolt upright. My scream awakened my husband who asked what had happened.

As I sat up, I realized that I was already at the very end of the bed because my feet were on the floor. I explained this to my husband. Both of us were shocked at what had happened. I realized that for some reason, I seemed to be under attack. I had always been told by my mother to show no fear. If it was something negative, it would feed on fear.  I said a quick prayer and I spoke aloud and told whatever it was to leave me alone so I could sleep. I got back into bed. In a comforting gesture, my husband put his arm around me and held me close to him while we both slept. Thankfully, there were no more events for the remainder of the night.

My husband always slept in a sarong and a tee-shirt. When I got up in the morning, I noticed that his sarong had come untied during the night. He must have thought it was the sheet because he had it pulled up over his shoulder and tucked under his chin. I carefully crawled out of bed so I wouldn’t disturb his sleep. As I left the bedroom, I closed the door quietly and tightly so the children in the house wouldn’t wake him up then I went downstairs to make myself a cup of tea.

About thirty minutes later, my niece came downstairs and told me that my husband was up and I should make him a cup of tea, too. I made his tea and set it on the kitchen counter and waited for him to come down stairs. Meanwhile, my niece and I were talking and I didn’t realize how much time had passed. When I finally did realize how much time had passed, I asked my niece if she was sure that my husband was up. She insisted that he was up and sitting on the side of the bed. She told me that when she got up, she passed by our bedroom door on her way to the washroom. She noticed that it was closed. When she came back to get her toiletries to take a shower, she said that the door was wide open and my husband was sitting on the side of the bed. She excused herself, said good morning to him, and got her toiletries from her bureau.

Once she had finished her shower, she intended to put her toiletries back in her (our) room. However, she found that the door was tightly closed so she didn’t open it. She put her things in the room that she was temporarily sharing with her sister.

I realized that my husband’s tea was now cold. I went up to check on him before making him a second cup of tea. I entered the room and found him in bed, exactly the way I had left him with his sarong up over his shoulder and tucked under his chin. He hadn’t even rolled over. I woke him up and asked him why he hadn’t come downstairs. He told me he was sleeping.

According to my husband, he hadn’t been out of bed at all. I asked him if he had seen my niece when she went into the room to get her toiletries, and he said he had not been up at all. He swore he would have heard her if she had come into the room.

That was a mystery that to this very day has us all puzzled. After that event the night before, I told my husband that under no circumstances would I ever spend another night in that house. I never minded sharing my space with the odd spirit, but being yanked off the bed during the night by unseen hands was something I would not tolerate. After that, I always travelled with my dog so we had an excuse to stay in a motel. The very next year, that family moved to another residence, in another community.

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