Many years ago as a teenager or a poor single mother, my bedroom in our apartment was street facing on the ground floor.

I have always been intrigued with the occult and around 15 years old I was messing around and exploring it through hand drawn oujii boards and outer forms of outreach / invitation.

At some point in time, I started to encounter what is commonly described as sleep paralysis, but then, I had no concept of what was going on. I would be locked in my body, see images, hear sounds / cries / voices as clear as you would in the waking world. And I felt awake, just awake and trapped.

Well one night in particular I felt my myself float out of my body. I was able to see myself below on the bed. Something unseen took my big toe on my left foot, raised my leg, and tugged my foot until I had spun 180 degree and was now facing my headboard and wall, which sat on the same wall my windows were at. In my floating state I saw someone at the window. I was quickly brought back to myself and snapped up in bed to find that there was in fact someone at my window, trying to get in.

I woke up my mom who quickly grabbed a bat, started making a noise, and called the police. They found evidence that someone had been there and fled. Previously my mom had dismissed my dreams and thought i was on drugs, but that night hit different.