I'll share this old experience instead.
1981 mom & dad decide to buy property in "Majestic California Pines"
(
the commercial on hella late night in the 90's Eric Estrada was trying to sell fools on from 2-5am)
We went to see my dads friends (shot an uzi at 4 years old this day, which I recently spoke on here about), went 4x4ing that day & went to go stay at California Pines Lodge
California Pines -- Home that night, to go look at properties the next morning.
That next morning never came..
Something was weird when we got to our room.... I tell ya I cant remember what I did last week but even 34 years later I can tell you ever detail about this room...
Bed time, me & my brother have to share a bed, my parents are on the other side of this suite style lodge room we were in.
Vic (my brother) is brushing his teeth, & I am laying in bed & my mom hears me telling Vic to stop pushing me off of the bed. (something or someone was pushing me closer to the edge of the bed, & I thought it was Vic)
I was 4, my brother was 7. Pops used to beat us, so my mom was over-protective, & was getting on my ass, telling me Vic was brushing his teeth, & to go to sleep & not piss my dad off...
Teeth brushing is done, we all go to sleep.... there is a red hue to the room, it smells musty as hell, the fan is on so it's got some background noise, & not completely quite (dunno if that makes a difference, just one of the things I remember well.)
3:24 on the dot, my parents are awoken to the sounds of me screaming like someone is trying to kill me. But I am not in the bed, I am at that very moment, 4 years old little tiny thing scared of the dark, being picked up & pulled by something / nothing / an entity / by my jaw, then swooped under the bed face up, head first, kicking & resisting, but cant get loose.
Mind you, you cant even fit your luggage under one of these beds they are so low to the ground, but something had me squeezed in an awkward position halfwaly under....
My pops, 6'7 400+ pound VERY strong man, was playing tug o war with whatever was pulling me, by grabbing my feet & trying to yank me out from under the bed. He couldnt win, so he grabbed the bed & flipped it over.
Whatever it was immediately stopped pulling once the bed was lifted, there was nothing there but me, with blood coming from my mouth & super dark red marks around my neck which eventually became big black bruises in the next few days.
My mom grabbed me & my brother & ran to the car, & had my dad grab our bags. As he was grabbing our bags & we watched him come to us out the door of the lodge room, something picked this massive man up & threw him a good 10 feet back into the room.
He got up, grabbed our shit & ran faster than I ever seen him move, ever.
We left & never looked back. I still remember that pain in my jaw & my neck, & can tell you damn near ever detail from that trip.
I laugh at people when they say they don't believe in ghosts, ...thats fine. I was an innocent child, didnt even know what
ghosts were. I sure as SHIT believe now, & I have had multiple incidents that didnt involved only me by myself so I know it's not a mental thing.
We weren't even involved in church or anything until after that incident & that's when my mom decided we needed to start going to church & get baptized.
