Reading Trey Morgan's original post on visitor in the night reminded me of a story that happened when I was in eighth grade. Our family was building a house out in the country in East Tennessee. The basement was complete and habitable and we moved in. While the upstairs was enclosed it still needed all the work; electrical, plumbing, drywall, etc to be done. The way the lower level was situated the front of the house was underground, where the bedrooms were located, while the back of the house containing the kitchen and living room was at ground level with windows and a sliding glass door looking out on the backyard. With the bedrooms being underground, the rooms were very dark especially when you closed the doors at night (side note: as a teenager these dark, cave like bedrooms were perfect for the guy wanting to sleep until 1 or 2 in the afternoon). Anyhow, on with the story.
One night we are awakened to dad hollering and mom screaming and a lot of banging going on in their room.... it went down like this. In the middle of the night, in their very dark bedroom, my father awoke to feel a hand pressing down on his chest. He smacked it away and it thumped down on his chest again, enhancing he fear. He pushed it away again and the hand smacked him in the face. My mother wakes up wondering what is wrong and dad tells her that someone is in the room with them. Mom starts flailing away, occasionally hitting the "intruder" but mostly landing blows on my father can feel. After a brief period of time with this going on, my father finally gets my mother to quit striking him, regains his composure, arises to turn on the light to find the room empty except for he and my mother, their door securely closed.
As it turns out, my father had been sleeping on one of his arms which went to sleep. When he rolled over the now asleep or "dead" arm flopped over striking him on the chest. He had no feeling in that arm or control over it so when he pushed it off with his good arm it would just flop back on him and in the pitch black of their bedroom he had no idea on what was going on.
I hope you enjoyed this story as much as our family has through the years.
David
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Yes, I loved it! I can just imagine your mother screaming and swatting...
My mother tells of the night she awoke to hear some strange sounds, like someone walking as they sneaked into the house. Dad (who often never came to bed) was sleeping on the couch so he was not there to help. She grabbed the post from their four-post bed and went out to see who or what was there.
When she saw Dad asleep on top of the newspaper and crunching it every time he snored...she says she almost hit him with the post anyway!
What do these stories hold in store for us?!?!
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