Back in '08, I lived in what one might call one hell of a haunted house in a Latino neighborhood in Philly. Skin crawling, male voices telling me ''boo'' when I was the only male in my immediate family and waking up to a vision of a demon over my bed...stuff right out The @%#$ing Exorcism of Emily Rose.
The one event that's left me traumatized today was when I woke up literally paralyed, and was dragged up my bed by some...what I'd undoubtedly call an ''evil force''. I ran so fast out of that room Hyper Sonic wouldn't have beaten me in a race!!
While we never spoke about it out of worrying each other, our family silently avoided a certain room upstairs where all this activity peaked (where the aforementioned event on me took place). It was initially my mother's room, but one thing led to another and she chose to sleep in the living room downstairs indefinitely, due to it all. We eventually moved out with NO REGRETS, and today I'm in Ky, my mother's in CA while my two sisters are in PA for college.
All those events make it hard for me to sleep in any position other than face down, now--I was face up when that ''attack'' took place. Either I need a damn shrink, or I just need to let go of the past and move on...common sense leads me to follow the latter.=P
...A wise one once told me love was like a pokemon battle. You can fight it, you can run away from it; or you can end up without any balls when the opportunity arises.