The last bit of weird shit Ive had happen to me, occured years later when I was in the Air Force. I think I was about 23, and was living in Panama City, stationed at Tyndall AFB. Obviously being in the service, drugs were definitely not a factor in my life.
Was living in a townhouse/apt. quite a ways away from the main city out in the swamp, Beckett Bayou, I think? Kind of a creepy place because it was so far away and hidden,but I didnt mind a little bit of a drive and saved pretty good money by living there. Well, in this apartment, I never saw anything, just heard and felt some stuff, that would piss me off as much as freak me out. Id work more than a few 12 or 13 hour shifts, and come home just beat and ready to sleep. Well, my bed would shake, and the rest of the apt. wouldnt. It'd start off really miniscule and barely noticable, as if someone was in the bed with me. And the weird thing was, a few times I could see an indentation in the bed as if someone were sitting/laying there.Other times it would be a violent pound on the bed then nothing, and sometimes a rythmic shake (omg ghost dry fucking me?!).The light rythmic stuff for some reason, I first thought it was my hearbeat or breathing, but would hold my breath, then push myself off the bed, and would still go on. I took apart and rebuilt that bed so many times, trying to find a busted spring or soemthing that was causing that. nada.
It went on for a bit, then one night while in bed, I heard something rustle the blinds to my outer balcony pretty loudly (slept on second floor), was winter time so A.C. wasnt on, and porch door was shut so no draft coming through to cause the blinds to rustle. but right upon hearing the blinds thing heard two footsteps (the townhouse creaked when walking on the second floor), felt something grab/touch the tip of my foot ( I always slept with my feet sticking out of the covers at edge of bed - I like my feet cold for some reason ), and heard it keep walking down the hallway into the next bedroom. Okay the blind thing made me sit up in the darkened room and after it touched my foot, I had jumped out of bed on the other side opposite the direction it was walking, and was blurting out every swear word Id ever heard. Turned on literally every light in the house - nothing.All doors locked, no one had been in there. I slept downstairs on the couch in front of the TV for the next two months. Then the couch started shaking :/ - Never as violently or as much as the bed but noticable. All that crap stopped when I left that apt. had same bed and couch when I got out of the Air Force and went to gainesville, and never had any more issues with them.
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