Dawn Boyle
It started when I was little. I would wake up in the middle of the night and hear the silverware drawer slam shut, repeatedly. I always swore someone was in my room or my closet, although I couldn't see them. I knew they were there.
I grew up having vivid nightmares and would never sleep in my room, I would end up either on the floor of my parents room or on the couch. Then things changed, it wasn't just in my sleep that things were happening.
My episodes were now being experienced by other people. The first was when I was about 14 years old. My parents were out with my brothers and I was staying with a friend on the block. It was Christmas time and my family always had the biggest tree. A bunch of friends and I were out Christmas Caroling in the neighborhood and some girls in the group asked to see the tree. We went into my house, I walked to the back room and turned on the tree lights. All the girls stood in the doorway, we all heard something, it sounded like footsteps upstairs on the wood floor in the hallway. We all scurried to the foyer. At that time we had a dog named Sam, she was an outside dog. Sam would run inside the house given the chance. Not that night, Sam stayed whimpering at the door to the kitchen, frozen.
