- April 3rd, 2018, 1:57 pm#4904773Well, I can't exactly say what I saw was a ghost. But it sure was a human object I couldn't see through.
I've kept this experience to myself for decades and finally shared it with my brother a couple of years ago.
Anyway, I was seventeen, it was 1972 and I was awakened by someone pulling my feet. Yes, at the time I
was sleeping but I immediately opened my eyes from what I called, "shock-sleep". I got my bearings and looked
at the end of my twin bed. The feeling of cold hands around my ankles were real. The black hooded figure
never moved but continued pulling my feet. Trying to scream I was so frightened I panicked and froze. As the
sheets and blankets started to cover my face, I gathered up enough strength and pulled myself back to the top
of the bed. I looked over the bedding again, and it was still standing there with the reflection of the snow outside
back lighting its body. As I covered my face again, I wanted it to disappear. It finally did. I remained awake until
morning, never forgetting that night. To this very day, I can not walk through my house without turning on the
lights and looking down my darken hallway wishing I don't come across that same visitor.
I am 1/8 Native American and I remember as a child my grandmother and aunt would tell me the wonderful
things I would experience growing up but never to be afraid of them.
At a young age, I remember the hooded image at
the end of my bed, pulling both ankles. I was wide
awake when I realized . . . I saw my first ghost.