"I used to live in a really old duplex in Louisiana that had been turned into a house. One particular night, I was freezing and having the hardest time falling asleep. I kept rolling incessantly, so I decided to sleep in my sister's room.

"I lay down next to her and, as my mind was finally starting to relax, I VERY CLEARLY felt 'something' touch my ankle, then another 'thing,' then another thing. Whatever was 'touching' me felt like fingers...and then the worst happened: What felt like a hand completely gripping my ankle pulled it really friggin' hard. I IMMEDIATELY jumped and started bawling frantically, shaking my sister and telling her to wake up. I told her what had just happened. She said, 'Oh, this happened to me last week, and I thought it was you, so I screamed for you to get out of my room.' She said she got up and turned the lights on, and since I wasn't there, she just prayed and went back to sleep.

"Fun fact: Two weeks prior, my sister had visited the home of a recently deceased couple and stolen a few of their pictures to bring home with her. I never slept in that room again."

—Leslie R.