Your Name: Matt
My Story: I’m not too good at telling stories really but I’ll attempt to describe exactly what happened to me here in words. I should probably go back for a little background story first.
My Granddad died in 2004 when I was 15. I never got to know him much when I was growing up but he’s still been a big influence on my life. He was present at my Eagle Scout ceremony where I only felt his presence but my Grandmother and Dad both saw him clearly. I also felt him shake my hand when I completed basic training for the Army. He was a Captain in the Army before. But this particular instance I was staying at my grandmother’s house after a night of talking and just catching up. We had finally decided to go to sleep around 3 am, as we’re both night owls, and I went upstairs to one of the bedrooms up there and climbed in bed. I had left the light on in the bathroom in case I had to get up later on. I had finally drifted off to sleep and I wasn’t asleep but for about twenty minutes when I suddenly snapped awake. The only problem was I couldn’t open my eyes and it felt as if I my arms and legs and chest were being held down. I couldn’t even cry out for help. It only lasted a few brief seconds before my eyes immediately opened and the feeling was gone. It was replaced by a calm, safe feeling. The same feeling I got at my Eagle ceremony and during Basic. My grandfather had saved me from whatever it was that attacked me that night and I slept soundly the rest of the night with no incident. When I told my dad about what had happened he informed me that the land that house was built on was old Indian lands. The area had apparently been settled since before Christ. I’m still not sure what it was that attacked me but I know I will be forever grateful for my grandfather’s continual presence.