So because a couple people were interested in my little spooky poopy experience in my last post I have decided to let everyone know of another experience i had in the same house. This experience was by far the scariest thing I've ever went through and this happened before me getting unceremoniously shoved off the can. When me and my family moved into the town house I, as the older brother, got first dibs on rooms so of course i picked the biggest room at the back of the second floor. Room had enough space for a queen sized bed, full long dresser, and had a large closet. To fill that space i got myself a large bedframe with a headboard that had lamps built in for late night reading. After a few months i began noticing that i never really felt comfortable in the room at times, i still spent a lot of time in there because i was always a bit of a loner, but i always felt like it was someone elses space. One night I had fallen into a pretty deep sleep and had a pretty vivid nightmare. (A little tibit of info, im pretty good about lucid dreaming, not so much that i can induce it but i am excellent at forcing myself awake) In the dream i had been woken up by something, i didnt know what but i felt uneasy, when all of a sudden i began getting flung violently around my room. I figured i must be dreaming so i did what i usually do when having a nightmare, i closed my eyes tight shut until i awoke. I remember waking, feeling my heart beating violently, feeling horribly scared, scared enough that I started to pray even though at the time i was an avid atheist. However as i tried to recite the lords prayer i couldnt speak, and then to my horror i began to be lifted and flung into walls again, i was still somehow dreaming. I managed, after another false awakening, to full wake myself only to find my arm deeply embedded between my mattress and my headboard, my hand actually underneith the wooden frame. I actually had to pry my arm out as thats how tight the space was. I check the clock, 2 am, i had only been asleep about 4 hrs though it felt longer. Feeling completely horrified i went downstairs into the kitchen where i sat at the dining table the rest of the night until dawn and prayed just to make sure i wasnt dreaming again. This sort of stuff never happened again, and ive never had my hand get stuck like that before or ever since. Even now that i dont live in the room, i still feel unwelcome when i have to walk in there to clean up, hell of the door is open and i look at the room i always seem to expect that someone will be standing there. Its even stranger that none of my family share my unease.
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