When I was 11 years old my mom and I went to visit my uncle mike in Conneticut, and while we were there he had to house sit this lady's nice ass house because her husband had died and she was away at his funeral in another country for like a week.
So we stayed there for like 3 days, this was actually during the New York blackout.
Anyways, when we first went there everything was fine, but I seriously, always felt uncomfortable. I felt restless and like I was being watched. When I was bored I would swim in the lake and sometimes take this boat real far out in the lake that you could pedal yourself.
One night I took it out because I had some stuff on my mind and I just wanted to be alone for a bit.
So I took the boat out, farther than I had gone before, and this might sound cliche but there was this mist on the water which made everything feel eerie. But I ignored it because it was kinda cool.
So I went real far out and just sat there in the boat thinking, then even though it was like 90 degrees out I felt this cold chill go down my spine. And that freaked me out. So I pedaled my ass off back to the house.
I got back to the house, and I felt uneasy so I just put the boat back and went right inside and laid down in the guest room.
The guest room looked cleaner and more well taken care of than the rest of the house, so hindsight tells me I shouldnt have gone in there at all.
So I lay down in the bed and fall asleep. I woke up some time later real suddenly, and as soon as I woke up I was wide awake, like I didnt want to go back to sleep at all.
A minute after I woke up, I swear to god on everything I love, I felt two BIG ass hands around my throat squeezing hard as shit. Whatever it was, felt really fucking angry, and it was pushing me down into the bed. Right when it started happening I felt very hot and I actually started to sweat. I laid there for about 30 seconds, unable to move, then I jolted up and ran to the bathroom which was right next to the room I was in.
I splashed water on my face, drank some water, and looked at myself in the mirror and shook it off.
I laid back down in the bed thinking it was in my head, but then as soon as I laid down I felt it again, but harder. So I started crying (f u I was 11) and I went out of the room and told my mom we needed to go..like right now.
So we left and stayed at my uncles place for the rest of the week.
Bricks were shat.