* this story is mine *
Without going into all of the things that have happened to me, the one I think of every night is this.
I was about 7 or 8 years old. I couldn't fall asleep. I have no clue what time it was. It must have been past midnight. My legs lifted. I stared at my legs. Thinking I can't be seeing this. I pushed my legs down. Not even a minute later. Up my legs went again. I quickly pushed my legs back down. I thought to myself, if this happens again I'm screaming. Sure enough, it happened again. I screamed and immediately my aunt rushed in from a neighbouring room. Of course, as usual, no one believes what happen. However, this is not the end to my story.
Throughout the next few passing years other things happen in between all this. But some odd years later, when I was around 27 or 28 years old, I wake up and... My feet are lifted in the air. I, of course, again was thinking "NO WAY!" I thought it through, and tried to push my legs down. They didn't go down. In a panic, I then pushed my legs down as hard as I could. I would say 3 or 4 seconds later they finally went down, which is a long time if you\'re counting. I ran to turn on my light, and grabbed my Bible as I always do when I get to scared. I honestly don't think anything is out to harm me or they would have done it by now. I have just never been able to be ok with the things that have happened, and continue to happen, without being scared. To this day, I wonder what, or who, is doing this.
