I was recently attacked by something unseen. I could feel a presence, at first so weak. It waited until my slumber to attack. Grabbing my leg, it started to pull me from my bed. I tried my hardest to hold onto the bed, but it was no use. I passed out because my vision started to blur and I couldn't move. When I was released from the hold my chest was heavy. I could barely breathe. Then two days later, my mom's closet began to rattle, and her things flew off of it. We went to church, and we are going again Sunday, however this stuff happens every couple of months. I have a bruise on my leg of where I was grabbed and sadly I'm used to this. I am not scared, just annoyed. My grandma and mom always pray and do blessings, but I feel as though it's something even we can't comprehend.