Around 1976 or so,when I was a kid my Father my stepmom and me went on a car trip out to upstate New york to visit an old Friend and family. The house was big and old. It had those long windows and high ceilings with big staircase and large entrance with an ornate overhang on the front. The color was a dark red stain with peeling white trim.
We stayed a couple of quiet days with them except for the last night I had a strange nightmare. I awoke with this heavy weight on my chest. It was stopping me from breathing. It was dark in the room only moonlight through the big window. I was alone in this bedroom upstairs. I strained my eyes to see what it was on my chest. It was a sort of big black cat. I tried to move and I couldn’t. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I closed my eyes tight and I don’t know how long I prayed for this to end.Well It finally stopped.
I couldn’t go back to sleep so I got up and turned on the light and didn’t find any animal at all in the room. I was very thirsty so I went downstairs to the big kitchen with hanging pans and there was an old woman. I hadn’t really spoken to her before much. She was the Mother of the guys wife who had come to live with them recently. She looked at me and noticed right away that I was shook up. She asked me if I had a bad dream about an animal on my chest. I didn’t know what to say. How had she in? I just nodded my head yes.
She then said that for a week now she had the same dream about this time and no one believed her when she told her family. There were no pets in this house. We just sat together drinking tea and looking out the window watching the sun rise through the colored leaves of the trees and the morning mist laying around the hills of the land around. True story…
Sent in by Barry Giliard, Copyright 2011