Attack!

I can honestly say that these two events which occurred in July of 2003 are the scariest I’ve ever experienced.

It all started around midnight. The sound of the dog barking woke me up. Since Sasha wasn’t a big barker, I got out of bed to see what the fuss was about. Sasha was lying in the foyer barking at the front door.

I peeked out the window by the door, but no one was on the front stoop. I went to the door that leads to the backyard and turned on the floodlight. There was nothing in the backyard. Satisfied that nothing was amiss, I went back to bed.

Not even two minutes later I heard the murmur of a man’s voice. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, except when he said my name.

At first I thought it was my husband telling me that the dog wanted to go out. I rolled over onto my stomach and was just about ready to tell him she didn’t when I felt a leg on the back of my legs, then I felt a body on top of me. It took me a second to realize that this wasn’t my husband.

My eyes flew open and I saw my husband peacefully sleeping to my left. Whatever was on top of me, virtually pinning me to the bed came from the right.

I tried to move, but couldn’t. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The more I struggled against this unseen force, the tighter its grip became.

Having no other recourse, I began to recite the Lord’s Prayer and asking God to help me. Within seconds, the presence released me. Panicked, I leapt from the bed, raced into the den at the end of the hall, and collapsed into a chair.

My hands were shaking so badly, it took three attempts before I was able to light a cigarette. Just as I began to calm down, I heard footsteps coming down the hall from the direction of the bedroom. Assuming it was my husband checking to see if I was okay, I looked down the hallway, but saw no one, yet the steps were getting closer.

It was then that I sensed a very strong presence coming towards me. I could feel him standing there staring at me. My breath was coming in short gasps. How do you fight something you can only feel, but not see?

Sasha started to bark. Her ears were back and her teeth barred. I saw her watch him as he moved away from me and out the front door.

The next similar event came a mere three days later.

The alarm sounded as usual with the familiar voice of talk radio jarring me awake.

My husband got out of bed to get ready for work. I turned over to go back to sleep. A few minutes later, I heard a male and female voice talking. I caught bits of the conversation, but wasn’t paying much attention.

Since the alarm was on the other side of the bed, I was lying there with my eyes closed debating on whether it was worth the effort to turn it off.

A minute or so later, I felt someone breathing in my ear. It didn’t register at first, but when it did, I opened my eyes and realized two things. First, the radio wasn’t on, and second, I wasn’t alone in bed.

I jumped up and ran into the hallway. I yelled for my husband, but realized he’d already left for work. Reaching around the corner, I turned on the light in the bedroom. Naturally, no one was in the bed, but I still felt a lingering presence in the room.

Some people might say both events were just nightmares, but they’d be wrong. I was wide-awake when both attacks occurred.

Nothing like this ever took place before, or since, and I don’t have a rational explanation for what happened.

What bothers me most is that whoever, or whatever it was called me by name.

At first I thought it was the same being that watches over my shoulder while I write, but no. The entity that attacked me both times was a menacing presence. You could feel the anger and vindictiveness in the room.

The spirit or ghost that looks over my shoulder while I write is not threatening. He is more of a kindly soul.

When these attacks took place, I contemplated what could have triggered them.  There was nothing in my personal life that could have caused them, so that left me with what projects I was working on at the time. There were two: the Mills house and the house on the hill.

Since I’d been working on the hill house investigation for some time prior to the attacks I eliminated that. As for the Mills house, I’d felt nothing particularly threatening while in the home, but can’t eliminate it as a possibility.

It’s been well over a year since these attacks took place and I’m not any closer to knowing what caused them, and who, or what made them. But, I figure as long as they don’t happen again, I’m ahead of the game. 

Taken from the book "Ghosts of Anchor Bay"