PROTECTOR? I recently moved into a pretty nice 3 bedroom townhouse with an upstairs, 1 and 1/2 bathrooms, basement, dining room, living room, and kitchen, as well as an attached garage. It is by far the nicest home that I have ever imagined being able to have, and with more than enough space for my 6 year old son, my 1 year old daughter, and myself. The lady that lived there before me with her kids was a religious fanatic--not your average religious person, but like the mother in the movie "Carrie" kind of fanatic. My mother warned me to watch out for "spiritual" activity since her "religious" rites might have brought things into our world--good or bad--and that it might not be a bad idea to burn some sage. (My mother is really into metaphysics and spirituality, so she jumps at the chance to share any knowledge.) I of course shrugged her advice off as silliness or active imagination. Even though I am very opened minded to the paranormal and relative matters, the idea of anything of the sort occurring in my home was out of the question. About two weeks ago, in the middle of a horribly humid night, my daughter started crying. I did not have the energy to fuss with trying to get her back to sleep, so I put her in bed with me. At the time, my 3 year old God- daughter was also staying with us. I had her and my son sleeping downstairs in the air conditioned living room with their sleeping bags. Of course she couldn't sleep through a night either, so at some point she had woken up and started crying. I left my baby asleep in the bed and brought my God-daughter upstairs into my bedroom, but I had her sleep on the floor. I no sooner got semi comfortable again, when, of course, my son woke up and wandered into my bedroom. As he crawled over me he asked me who that was in my bed. I told him it was his sister and to go to sleep. He gave me a very confused look, but as he opened his mouth to press the issue, I interrupted with a stern plead for him to go to sleep. Not thinking anything else of it, I eventually fell back to sleep. The next morning, as we were getting ready to ship everyone to day care and myself to work, my son approached me asking where his Lully was. (That is his nick-name for my sister-- Emily) I was confused because although she spends a lot of time over here and spends many nights in the process, she didn't even visit the previous night let alone spend the night. So, I told him he was mistaken and she wasn't here. Once again he had a very confused look on his face and he said, "Then whose hands were holding my baby sister in your bed?" Naturally, I was shocked and scared. Even when she spends the night, my sister sleeps in my son's bed--not mine, so how was he getting all of this info mixed up? He said that he saw "big white hands" holding his baby sister who was laying next to the wall. Naturally he had assumed it was my sister since she is a fairly "big" woman, and unlike my self who is of Haitian and German decent and my children who are African American as well as Haitian and German (don't ask --too confusing:) she is Caucasian. That is where the whole "white hands" thing came into play--or so I assume. He swears that he saw the outline of a grown up's body laying along the wall next to my baby and big white hands holding her, and I know enough to know never to doubt someone's claims to anything of this sort. I can't explain it, and frankly, the only way I can deal with it is to believe it was either an angel or my grandpa or uncle [who have both died within the last two years]acting as a protector to keep her "safe" while I went downstairs to deal with the other child. The idea of anything or anyone else holding my child and being in my bed is entirely too freaky for me to ponder. Others have drawn their conclusions, I have mine, now you can make yours. I do know that the house is only about 15 years old and other than the property maintenance man committing suicide a few years back (which shouldn't affect my house) there hasn't been any history on the premises that would back up any claims to a normal "haunting" if that is what it was. My son has also on other occasions, in casual conversation, explained to me that he can "see dead people"(for lack of better words). He claims that he can "see them and feel them in his heart." If he tries real hard, he says he can actually see things that aren't there. I don't know what to make of all this. It could be an over active imagination of a child, but my son prides himself on being honest. He always tells the truth, even if it hurts, and even if at first he tries to make up a story, he always ends up with the truth in the end. I don't know what to think. I'm not scared because it wasn't a scary event, but I am confused and almost intrigued by the whole thing. Thank you for sharing my experience. WHY US? My family has had several experiences over the past year and a half since we've moved into our current home. Most of the events including that one have surrounded or targeted my seven year old son, however the most recent occurrences have been aimed toward my fiance. He has described these "attacks" as someone holding him down or sitting on his chest. The only exception was the first attack. He was asleep in the bedroom while I was downstairs watching t.v. He suddenly started hollering for me, so I rushed upstairs to see what was wrong. That was when he started pleading with me to "get the pixies off of him!" I didn't know what he was talking about, but he kept insisting that I had to see them as they were all over him. I know that it sounds like common night terrors or sleep paralysis, but then why does it sometimes happen when he is wide awake? Why does it only take me touching him for the attack to end? My fiance thinks it is an energy or spirit that has attached itself to me and is acting out some sort of jealousy and wants him gone. My mother says he is an open channel and I am a pure soul that repels the negative activity. Other than odd vibes and feeling uncomfortable at times, I hadn't had contact with "anything".....that was until one night last month. My fiance and I lying were in bed, and I was restlessly drifting in and out of sleep, and each time I drifted into the same vision. In this "dream" I was standing at the top of the basement stairs staring down. My basement stairs are set up so you go down five steps and reach a gray wall and a platform then do a complete 180 to continue down the next five stairs into the basement. I was standing there surrounded by an eerie glow that illuminated the stairwell wondering what I was waiting for as if being beckoned but not knowing by what or whom. Just then a shadowy figure emerged growing taller against the platform wall boldly overcasting the strange glow that lit up the stairwell. I knew someone, or something, was climbing the stairs, but there was no noise. In fact all was silent to the point of being mute. The intensity grew in my stomach until finally a figure came around the corner where the wall and platform meet the first five steps. He paused just long enough for me to make out that he appeared to be a man although quite queer in appearance. He was a tall and lanky man dressed in a bright teal green three-piece suit with dark tan wing- tipped shoes. He had a protruding widow's peak which was only made more obvious by a receding hairline and thick, fiery-red hair that came down past his shoulders. However, the eeriest feature that haunts me to this day were his eyes. They were 3D almost cartoonish eyes with an evil red glow to them that pierced my soul and paralized me. I knew I wanted to shut the door and run, but was too mesmerized by his eyes that I stood frozen in fear instead. He was obviously struggling to reach the top of the stairs and with each dream he got closer and closer and grew more and more furious, but for what ever reason he couldn't reach the top of the stairs where I stood. Each time I would wake up feeling more uneasy, but eventually fall back asleep only to reenter the dream. This repeated itself for a couple of hours until I was eventually able to fall into a deep slumber and went back to normal variety dreams. When I awoke the next morning, I still had a lingering uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, my fiance proceeded to tell me how he was awoken in the middle of the night by a man hovering over him. He said he was frozen with fear and could only lay helplessly as the man peered so hard at him that it felt like he was peering through him. Before he realized what was happening the man started descending upon him slowly until he eventually "passed through his body" and then back out only to hover above him again. He said the man was just about to do it again, but with a more menacing expression on his face, when he closed his eyes and said, " In the name of Jesus, be gone!!" and when he opened his eyes the man was gone. We both sat there silently pondering what he had just told me. I finally broke the silence and asked him what the man looked like. He said,"he had bright red wild hair and glowing red eyes." Then he pointed to a pack of Newport cigarettes and said, "His suit was that color!" Submitted From: Echo, Wisconsin, USA