It was a cold-dark Christmas eve, around 3:30am. I was wide awake, but still trying to get to sleep. I was laying in bed, on my side, when all of a sudden the blankets got real taught and began to pull downward, as if someone was there. However, there was no one else in the room. I was so terrified at what was happening, but I still managed to fight to regain the covers. I did so 3x before I lost and they slid all the way down. I tried to get up, but I was unable to. I managed to break free, but I will never escape it’s memory. It occurred over 4 years ago, but I still get shivers to this day.
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