Every Night at 2am, I Felt a Man Climb Into My Bed.
After I moved into my new apartment in Surulere, strange things started happening. My mirror would fall on its own. I’d hear whispers. But the worst part?
Every night around 2am, I’d feel someone press down my bed. Sometimes I’d even feel hands touching me — cold, firm, masculine hands.
But when I opened my eyes? No one was there.
I stopped sleeping. I stopped praying. I was scared and confused. My pastor said it was a spiritual husband. I laughed it off, until. Curious about the full story? Click here now to find out everything!
