My Case with a "Sitting Entity"
The first time I can remember about this is when I was six years old. I woke up feeling like a hand was pressing on me and, crawling up. I shuddered under the blankets, head covered. It pressed at about my legs, progressed up, then was pressing around my stomach area, then chest... By this time I was screaming for Mommy or Daddy!
Their explanation, a nightmare. I accepted that although I could have sworn I was awake.
In those years, we lived in Virginia. Unlike Florida, all houses in Virginia have basements. I and all the other children of the neighborhood thought the basement was scary. I was really scared of mine. More than once I dreamed I was down there in the blackness of night with misty ghosts. Man that scared the beejeebers out of me big time! In those days I was told those were nightmares.
Knowing what I do now about out-of-body, I kind of wonder if that was some kind of spontaneous out of body experience. All the elements were there. The surroundings were not "dreamy", it was the actual basement, just as it would be if one was down there at night with no lights. I woke up cataleptic, unable to move or scream for a time; also typical of coming out of a projection experience. Well, back to the "sitter"...
The nightmares of the basement are one thing. But I was awake whenever that thing was sitting on me! And it happened a number of times. I told my Parents of it several times. Being a little boy, I had a hard time describing... seems like I said it was like a giant (two or three feet long) Japanese beetle crawling on me.
I had one of those kinds of Parents typical of the "science-is-king" 1940s, '50s and '60s. "No such thing as Ghosts!" was their theme. They did not believe in anything! My Father and Mother were Christians. They believed in God, Jesus, Holy Spirit, some Angels and the devil. Other than that, everything else was "bosh! Nonsense!". So all my claims fell on deaf ears. I tried to accept their explanation that it was a nightmare. But I was sure I was awake... in fact, that is what woke me up! The pressure!
Look, if some ordinary person pressed their hand on you while sleeping, you would wake up, right? Well, I did... to darkness and no explanation. I was not cataleptic, just frozen with fear. My head was covered by blankets and I dared not move lest that thing knew I was under there!
At last, after repeated claims of something sitting on me and complaints of being too dark, my Parents put in a "night-light". I wished it was brighter. But it helped. Indeed, I believe the "sitter's" visits diminished.
Later, in my teenage years and young-man years in Florida, I did not sleep with a night-light. Every once in a while I would dream of a scary, unseen presence and wake up with some kind of pressure, like a hand, on me. It scared the crap out of me but was conditioned into accepting it as a dream.
It continued, off and on over the years. Then, in about the early 1990s, whenever it happened, I got mad. This developed slowly, spontaneously. However catalepsy prevented me from cursing it until I fully awoke... then it was gone.
One final time, about 1994 or '5, I woke up with something sitting on me and as well, beside me on the bed. (It is interesting to note, when I slept in the same bed as my Wife, it never came; only when alone. In those days I was studying and also pursuing a home business. Sometimes I would work until late and fall asleep in a spare room by myself. Every so often, it would happen, only when I was alone.)
So I woke up with something sitting on me. It scared me but it also made me mad. My anger rose violently and busted through the catalepsy. I violently shoved off what ever it was, lunged at it additionally, and cussed it up one side and down the other in a ferociously loud voice. It woke up my Wife! "What in heavens is that!?" she asked. I lied something about stubbing my toe.
After that night, it has never come again, and I have not had one nightmare.
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