Something Crawled on Me in Bed

Witness: Jessica Presley
Location: Wilburton, Oklahoma
Date of Encounter: 2003, 2004, and 2009

The first encounter happened in my dorm room at Eastern Oklahoma State College. I had a room to myself and I would leave the TV on low volume so I would have some sort of night light. I always sleep with two long body pillows on each side of me (yes even on a twin size bed). I was almost asleep when my door open ever so slightly. I heard it and thought that it was a friend so I said “Come in.” No one came inside the room. I got out of bed and opened the door and looked down the hallway on each side of me. No one was there. My room was almost directly in the center of the hall. I didn’t hear anyone or see anyone. I told myself that maybe I didn’t shut the door good enough so I shut it and locked it. The lock made a loud click noise. I tried to open the door and it didn’t budge. I unlocked it and opened it up and looked down the hall both sides again to see if anyone was peeking around trying to scare me. No one was there. So I locked the door once again and climbed into bed and got comfy.

As I lay there pondering why my door opened, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Then my door opened again, by now I’m furious “Come in!” No answer, “Who is it?” No answer. I get out of bed and look down the hall, no one, no noise, no nothing. I turn the light on and there is nothing. I shut the door and locked it. I turned the light off and got into bed. As I was getting comfy again I turned my head and saw that my closet door was open. I got up and shut that door. I laid in bed pondering what had just occurred and tried to come up with a logical explanation as to why the door kept opening.

Soon after Christmas break came and the next semester, I moved into an apartment across from the college. That is when the second occurrence happened. My roommate could get a radio station in her room that I couldn’t. We thought that was weird since they were right next door to each other but didn’t give it much thought. So she would leave her radio on and shut her door and I would leave my door cracked enough to hear the radio she was playing. One night I was almost asleep and I heard my door creak open. I said “Come in, Nina.” Thinking it was my roommate. Nothing happened. I went to lean up and my sheet moved off my leg and then all of a sudden it felt like something had sat on my legs and the pressure was moving all the way up to my chest. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. My hand was up against the wall and I thought if I banged my hand up against the wall that my roommate would hear and come to check on me. So I banged my hand as hard as I could against the wall. Nina never came to check on me. The pressure started to go away. First my chest, then my torso and next my legs. I laid there too frightened to move, speak, or open my eyes. I finally went to sleep.

I was usually awake, showered, and dressed before my roommate even woke up, but the next morning I was too scared to move. She came into my room and asked me if I was okay. I went to move my hair out of my face and she noticed a huge bruise on the back of my hand. I told her what had happened and that I bruised my hand banging on the wall trying to wake her up.

I walked around in a daze that day. People kept asking me if I was feeling bad. I tried to explain what had happened to a few people. Some laughed at me, thinking I was telling them a story or that maybe I had dreamt it. Others believed me. It was quite a few years later and I had another encounter happen. By now I had finished college and was living in a studio apartment about a mile from campus. I didn’t have much furniture and it was just me and my dog. We were lying on the bed watching TV and all of a sudden she started growling looking into the kitchen area. I looked and there was nothing there. All the hair on her back was standing up and she kept growling, and the bathroom door which is by the kitchen moved ever so slightly. Then she stopped growling and laid her head down beside me. A few nights went by and my dog was staying the night somewhere else. I had moved my bed up against the wall that separated the bedroom area from the kitchen area. It was early morning and I heard dishes rattling in the kitchen. Then it sounded like someone was walking around the wall to the bed. I was too frightened to open my eyes. Then I felt pressure on my legs again and it moved up to my torso and as it was moving to my chest I took a deep breath. It felt like someone was sitting on top of me and holding me down at my shoulders. It seems like an eternity but I’m sure it was only a few seconds and the pressure eased up I was able to move my legs again.

I looked up several things on the internet. Panic attacks, entities and I still to this day don’t know what happened to me. If anyone had a reasonable explanation let me know please.