Mystery Story

Back in 1990 my Grandmother had passed away and it had left a huge void in my life. We did everything together and she meant the world to me. Even to this day I get chocked up just talking about her. She passed away when I was 9 years old and I didn't know how to deal with the loss, still don't really, and I missed her no matter how much time had passed. A couple of years later my mom moved to the west coast and I decided I didn't want to leave my friends and family so I moved in with my grandpa. This all has a purpose that I will explain shortly. After a couple years of loneliness and sadness bad things started to happen to me. One night I was frozen to my bed and couldn't move, I could move only my head and I was hovering over my bed and if I could I would have been able to touch the ceiling. Things only started to get worse as time went on. Each night my bed would shake before I went to sleep no matter what I did. It's as though the split second I would be ...