I live in Coalinga, California, and in March, 2011 I purchased an antique bed at a consignment shop in Visalia. I was so excited to finally have the bed I had wanted for several years and I could hardly stand to wait until bedtime to sleep in it.
My first night sleeping in my “new” bed was the beginning of some very unusual , perplexing, and sometimes very frightening experiences. The first night I had a very uneasy and restless night. I tossed and turned most of the night, and when I was finally drifting off to sleep, I started hearing voices engaged in a conversation, but I could not make out what was being said. After approximately ten minutes, this stopped.
After a few moments, I again started to drift off to sleep when it felt as if someone was gently rocking the mattress on the left side of my bed. This lasted approximately two minutes. As I lay there on my back thinking, What is going on here…? I began to feel a sensation along the entire length of my body, as if someone were running both of their hands under the mattress the entire length of my body.
This lasted approximately five seconds. I was freaked out, but exhausted. It was now almost 4:30 a.m.
I finally fell asleep, only to be awakened three hours later by three very loud, very hard knocks. I was so startled that I jumped out of bed, ran to my front door, and threw the door open only to find no one there! I then realized the knocks did not come from my front door, as my door was not made of hard wood.
I went back to my bedroom, trying to make sense of all that had happened so far when it occurred to me that the bed was made if hard wood. I knocked on the headboard as hard as I could (and bruised my knuckles by the way). It was the sound I heard, although nowhere near as loud.
The knocks and voices continue nightly. I also began to get the feeling of being watched whenever I was in my room. Other things began to occur, such as waking up hearing my name called loudly. Then, just as I was jolted awake by it, I would hear my name called softly. This occurred one week after my oldest sister died unexpectedly. I realized it sounded like her calling my name.
A few minutes later, at 4:30 a.m., my phone rang and it was my brother’s hospice nurse. He was dying from brain cancer. My brother was severely agitated and insisted I be called because he thought I was in danger.
There have been many experiences I have had since I have been attempting to sleep in this bed. I talked to a friend of mine who is a psychologist and he asked me if I had any impressions that have popped into my head as to what may be happening. I remembered my grandmother was a companion to an elderly gentleman who was an invalid and was bedridden toward the end if his life. He would use his cane to knock on his wooden headboard to get my grandmother’s attention when he needed assistance. I am a nurse, and this scenario makes sense to me that perhaps whoever may have previously owned this bed may have been an invalid.
Since this last incident occurred on November 9, 2012, I have been sleeping on the couch in my living room. On the 9th, I went to bed at around 11:00 p.m. and fell asleep peacefully. At 3:00 a.m. I woke up with the sensation of a male and female presence leaning closely over me one on each side of the bed, and again I could hear talking, but couldn’t make out what was being said — all but one phrase. The female presence said, “She’s alright.”
I jumped out of bed at a dead run! I’ve been sleeping on my couch since then. I’m at a loss as to what to do now. I refuse to give up my bed, but what do I do? Does anyone have any advice?