When I was about 9 my family moved into a little house in the Ramsey section of Norton. We lived in this house for about 5 to 6 years. My bedroom was next to the bathroom and at night if you put your ear against the wall you could the shower running or the toilet flushing.
When I was about 11 or 12 I was sleeping in my bed when all of a sudden I felt something grab me by my shirt with a tight grip. When I opened my eyes there was nothing there but it was shaking me relentlessly. It was at that point I tried to yell for my mom and dad but there was nothing coming out of my mouth. So I finally forced myself out of my bed and was trying to run to their bedroom, but it was like I was running in slow motion or cement.
As I was attempting to run to my parents room, I could still feel the tight grip and shaking going on. It took what seem like an eternity to run and reach their room. When I finally got to their bedroom and opened the door the thing was gripping and shaking me finally let go and I hit the floor with the word "DAD"(I was trying to scream while I was running) finally coming out.
For about a year or so after that I would sleep on the couch because I was afraid to sleep in my room alone. To this I have no idea what or who it was that was shaking me. I never saw a face, a figure, or anything. To this day I'm still a little freaked out by it and I am 30 years old now.
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