1987 single mom, I did hair for a living in San Diego, I just moved back in my home that I owned I had the home rented out, my daughter who was only old enough to stand in her crib and Josephina my helper.
I had some surgery about two weeks prior of this event nothing major "elective" so I was finishing up my antibiotics.
I went to a company picnic that day, I was sore but ok, my dad came over and helped me with putting my bed together he spent the night the night before. I had the mattress left up against my mirror glass closet slid-ding doors.
My maid and my daughter and my self were the only ones in the house. I fell asleep. I was beginning to wake up by hearing a moaning sound and I felt as though someone were pulling me. I woke up and looked at the night stand, 3:00 am. I could see an arm and as if he had a jacket on... this was all white and see through. I could see my clock radio right through his arm. I woke up, or I was already up and said, "God's my saviour you can not have me"... ok! I had never said that before in my life, and didn't go to church much.
I heard my daughter crying in the next room, I walked in there and it was ice cold, I lived in South Dakota and the weather does not get that cold. I was upset at the maid for not putting her in something warmer. I took her to bed with me the remainder of the night.
The next day, I just puttered around, my ex-husband was a dark soul, I would say that was a nice term for him, he left some furniture at my house and my grandfathers home who he raised me and we were very close.
Next night I feel asleep, I remember dreaming about a guy I met and we just met, we would meet and walk together or jog, so in my dream this is what we were doing. I started to feel a sexual feeling down there... if you know what I mean. I started to feel as if you're waking up, I thought it was weird that I wasn't having a sexual dream about him since I was having that feeling, when I began to get scared or just confused I felt as if a man were on top of me and in a violent way just pounding on me. I could see my body move but I felt it. I tried to get up but I couldn't. I felt a dead weight on top of me.
Finally a huge mist,.ball came off of me. I could here and see the fluttering noise it made as it scurried across the room and went out through the wall. I could see it move in front of the mattress and mirror and I could see through it and saw that you could see the mattress! I got up and I could hear my daughter crying, when I was running to her room I was screaming get out of here, you can not have me or my daughter!
I woke up my maid and tried to tell her what happened and told her to say prayers any prayer you can think of and she began to say I was Loco in the Ca Visa... ha I didn't care. Again my daughter's room was ice cold. I took her to my room and I couldn't sleep all night scared out of my mind.
My Grandpa called me, we talked everyday. I didn't want to tell him "Oh by the way grandpa I think a ghost raped me last night," well he began to tell me that he had a weird thing happen to him last night. I didn't even get my story told until later. He told me that when he went to bed, that his razor that has only one lit charger light a green light, will his razor went on by it self, the one light went up the wall and split in two. Now he is old school, engineer, navy, 30 and he could not figure that one out. I began to tell him some of my story and he listened but I don't remember much feed back or if he even believed that it was anything. He was stuck on his experience.
The next morning the church, where my daughter and myself were baptized, I went there to see if a priest was there to bless the home but he was busy. I was scared and asked my maid to help me. We took some Holy Water ourselves and went all through the home top to bottom and blessed the home.
I couldn't sleep. Josephina leaves on the weekends and I was alone in that house. I called my dark ex-husband to pick up every thing that was his and take it out of my house. I asked some friends to come and stay and they didn't or couldn't... One said to get garlic and I said Hell that's for vampires.
I called my doctor and went for a follow up and asked if I could be hallucinating and I told him some of what's going on when I got there, all the nurses and my doctor had their own stories. I was so scared to go home I was hoping he would of said Oh yea those last two antibiotics did it to you but no.
My grandpa called me the next day. I was going to have my ex go there also and pick up all the rest of his stuff, grandpa said he fell asleep in the living room and just a short cat nap about 7pm and woke up with a man standing in the hall way staring at him, with a jacket on and a cap, then he just vanished. Grandpa said well the TV was on it might of been a reflection I was seeing... oh yeah right.
It wasn't a few days after that about the same time grandpa dozes off watching TV. He said it was the same guy with the cap on, stared at him and turned and walked down the hall way... again, I told grandpa, "I am not coming over your house." My house was clear at the time, I had the ex come over grandpa's home and get his stuff. We used to live there for awhile.
After that nothing else happened but when my grandpa died, lights flicked, he let his family know that he was going. Fans went on this was when he was in hospice.
This was a man who just didn't believe in all this and here he gave us signs when he died. I often wonder was this the same man who haunted both my grandpa and me. It haunts me to this day' Why? Why me, why my grandpa?
Sent in by Jan Frankson, Copyright 2011