paranoia

So, what happened is, in our culture when a woman becomes a mother she goes to stay at her parent’s house for a month or three four, where she gets pampered and stuff and people come to visit her with foods.

Anyway, when my aunt had her first child, my cousin brother, she came to stay with us. I wasn’t born yet. My parents  even married yet. At that time, the room I grew up in belonged to the aunt and that was where she was lying with my young infant brother. She was just about to fall asleep when she saw a figure climb in through the window she was facing.

It was a strange looking dwarfish human like figure who tried to snatch away her child. “Give him, give him to me quick” he said urgently and tried to take him from her. Everything about his mannerism was rushed and he said “Give him, give him to me quick”. Of course she wouldn’t. She hugged her baby tightly and tried to fight off this thing while screaming at the top of her lungs.

When my grandmother and some other relatives entered the room, there was no one. Only my aunt balled up over her child. She started crying and told what had happened. But this room was on the third floor and there wasn’t any foothold one could use to climb up into the room.

Similarly, when my mother had me, she went to stay at her parent’s house. One day she was lying down in the afternoon with me on the wall side of the bed and she on the edge side. She was facing me. She was not sleeping because there is a belief that one should not fall asleep during the afternoon. Also, new mothers shouldn’t fall asleep until after sun down. So she was just kind of lying down when out of nowhere, like she didn’t feel anyone enter the room or anything but just from a few steps away, she felt someone materialize or something who then walked briskly towards the bed and tried to take me. She fended off the hands reaching towards me and hit and kicked at this presence who didn’t try to attack her but just constantly tried to reach to me. Like for that thing, my mother wasn’t there and it couldn’t figure why it couldn’t get to me. After few attempts, my mother felt this thing get frustrated and it left.

Again, this other time, something sinister tried to drag me off. This night she was starting to fall asleep and I was on the edge side of the bed this time (on the edge side but on the center of the bed. It was a big bed, I hadn’t started to crawl) when she saw from the edge of the bed, a shadowy figure rise its head. Then two hands propped up which tried to drag my bedding over the edge. So for foreigners, we don’t have a separate cradle for children. We have a little bedding for the child on top of the bed and this thing tried to drag my little mattress, along with me, over the edge. She said the previous one was in a hurry or something and just wanted to take me away, not that there’s nothing wrong with that. But this one wasn’t trying to take me away. It wasn’t in a hurry. It was slow and malicious in its intent. Of course, she again hit at this thing while becoming more awake and, then there was nothing.

In both these cases it is possible they were dreaming very real like dreams. But why this kind of dream? Maybe new mothers are just innately fearful of losing their children? So, there might be more mothers out there with similar experiences. If you know any similar stories, please share it down in the comments. Thank you.