Let me make a correction. Tucker said he awoke at night feeling like he couldn't breathe. He got up and walked around outside and got some air. When he came back inside he realized his shoulders and ribs were suddenly hurting really bad and he went in the bathroom to look in the mirror to examine himself and saw the 4 separate claw marks that were starting to bleed.
He thought he was dreaming and went back to bed, surprised that his very light sleeping dogs and wife had not awakened with him getting out of bed and also walking around.
The next morning when he awoke, he thought he had a bad dream and then saw blood on his sheets. He still had the claw marks that he said did not match the size of his own hands.
He said it has been 1.5 years and you can still see the marks.
Afterwards he felt the fervent urge to read the bible and has done so ever since.
I also had a kind of paranormal experience as a young teen. I'd had two back -to- back episodes of awakening to the sensation of something pinning me down on the bed, pressing down on my chest and holding my arms in an X-position across my chest. I heard a loud roar like a freight train in my ears and someone calling my name over and over. I was being pinned down and it was all I could do to fight it with all my might and break free. I remember getting out of bed and walking around my room thinking, "what in the world?".
For the record, I never slept on my back. I was always a face down sleeper. So to find myself flat on my back with my fists clenched and crossed across my chest was a very unnatural position that I could not imagine placing myself in.
I was then compelled to lie back down (I was still very sleepy) and resumed sleeping in my normal face down position. I awoke again to the same thing. Lying flat on my back, arms crossed in front of my chest. Fists clenched and an extreme pressure on my chest, with a freight train roaring in my ears.
I again fought it off and went back to sleep. I never told anyone. It seemed I was kind of in a stupor and it never occurred to me to tell my siblings or parents.
A few weeks later I awoke in the middle of being asleep because I could feel my bedspread moving down my legs. I sat up in bed and watched my bedspread being pulled slowly down my bed, and then dropped on the floor. For the record, it was a rough cotton spread on rough cotton sheets (we were poor) that could not slide like that by itself.
I jumped out of bed to look under my bed to see if my brother was pranking me. There was no one there. Everyone was asleep and the house was dark. Strangely, I just put the bedspread back on, and went back to sleep and never told anyone.
I do think that when these supernatural things happen, you are in some kind of paralyzed stupor where your response is stuck in a kind of half-asleep stupidity.
Let me make a correction. Tucker said he awoke at night feeling like he couldn't breathe. He got up and walked around outside and got some air. When he came back inside he realized his shoulders and ribs were suddenly hurting really bad and he went in the bathroom to look in the mirror to examine himself and saw the 4 separate claw marks that were starting to bleed.
He thought he was dreaming and went back to bed, surprised that his very light sleeping dogs and wife had not awakened with him getting out of bed and also walking around.
The next morning when he awoke, he thought he had a bad dream and then saw blood on his sheets. He still had the claw marks that he said did not match the size of his own hands.
He said it has been 1.5 years and you can still see the marks.
Afterwards he felt the fervent urge to read the bible and has done so ever since.
I also had a kind of paranormal experience as a young teen. I'd had two back -to- back episodes of awakening to the sensation of something pinning me down on the bed, pressing down on my chest and holding my arms in an X-position across my chest. I heard a loud roar like a freight train in my ears and someone calling my name over and over. I was being pinned down and it was all I could do to fight it with all my might and break free. I remember getting out of bed and walking around my room thinking, "what in the world?".
For the record, I never slept on my back. I was always a face down sleeper. So to find myself flat on my back with my fists clenched and crossed across my chest was a very unnatural position that I could not imagine placing myself in.
I was then compelled to lie back down (I was still very sleepy) and resumed sleeping in my normal face down position. I awoke again to the same thing. Lying flat on my back, arms crossed in front of my chest. Fists clenched and an extreme pressure on my chest, with a freight train roaring in my ears.
I again fought it off and went back to sleep. I never told anyone. It seemed I was kind of in a stupor and it never occurred to me to tell my siblings or parents.
A few weeks later I awoke in the middle of being asleep because I could feel my bedspread moving down my legs. I sat up in bed and watched my bedspread being pulled slowly down my bed, and then dropped on the floor. For the record, it was a rough cotton spread on rough cotton sheets (we were poor) that could not slide like that by itself.
I jumped out of bed to look under my bed to see if my brother was pranking me. There was no one there. Everyone was asleep and the house was dark. Strangely, I just put the bedspread back on, and went back to sleep and never told anyone.
I do think that when these supernatural things happen, you are in some kind of paralyzed stupor where your response is stuck in a kind of half-asleep stupidity.