When I was 14 my family was camping. Mom and Dad slept in the 5th wheel and Dad set up a tent for my sister and I. We set up our cots and put a small table between them with a candle and a clock and a few incidentals on it.
Sometime in the night I was dreaming I couldn’t breathe. I opened my eyes and there was a shape bent over me with their hands around my throat. I guess they sensed me waking up, because they let go and left. Since the tent was army-green canvas, it was very dark inside and when they opened the flap to leave, I could see a shape against the night sky. My sister, age 8, sat up and said, “Who was that?!”
We ran to the trailer and tried to get in but it was locked, so we banged on the door and Mom and Dad came. (Why on earth parents would lock the door and leave their daughters outside I’ll never know, but that’s beside the point) I told them what had happened and Dad went out with a flashlight and looked around, not finding anything.
The next morning my sister and I went out to the tent and found that the candle was on the ground and a couple of other things on the table were jumbled. My parents kind of pooh-poohed it all because I was known for nightmares and walking and talking in my sleep. But I swear someone was in there with us choking me. I’d love to know the details of the situation, mostly who it was and why.