I wanted to share my experiences with night terrors and how amazingly powerful our minds can become, especially when they are under attack by an illness or condition. 

I don't specifically recall at what age they started to happen to me but I was old enough to remember them but young enough to not be able to get myself out of them. I pray no ones child ever has to deal with them, it was literally a living hell that it was impossible to get out of. I am going to guess they started at the age of 6 or 7 and lasted 2 full years. I didn't get them every night but they were very inconsistent. Sometimes a couple times a week, sometimes once a month, but they lasted for just over 2 years. It is hard to remember specific details about many of them but I did have some night terrors that contained a lot of the same things. 

1. The walls moving away from me, many times I would wake up and the wall against my bed would move away from me so far and I couldn't touch it. This was very terrifying to me, I am not sure why but not being able to physically reach out and touch the wall bothered me a lot. I don't know if I wasn't reaching far enough or somehow by brain blocked out the feel of the wall from my hand. 

2. An Indian man. I always had this little bag hanging from my closet door, during an episode, it would often turn into an Indian man at a campsite. I remember the white Tepee, and the fire he would dance around, this never scared me. I actually quite enjoyed him (no I never saw an Indian in the cupboard), so I never took that bag away because if I did, he wouldn't be there.

Those are the only two things that happened a lot. There were a couple events I specifically remember for some reason. Parts were recanted to me by parents, some is what I remember. I woke up screaming and I saw that my closet door. Now this is where it gets trippy. Inside my closet door was a marble race. For some reason this was a very important because if my marble didn't win, my father was going to be killed. My parents often used a bath to snap me out of it, the feeling of water sometimes worked because during an event I couldn't feel anything. It was just like being in a dream but I was awake. When they brought me into the bathroom the marbles followed into the hallway and I was just terrified, eventually the water worked but it took longer then normal because I was so fixated on these marbles.

Another event I recall was mostly based on the moving walls and it was 4-5 years since my last episode, I don't fully understand the following events, but I remember them very vividly. I had gotten over the night terrors and I was about 13 or so. I had just bought the Sugar Ray album 'Floored' I had listened to that CD a lot but just skipped songs I didn't like. One night in my room I was getting ready for bed and the song "cash" came on, for some reason it instantly put me into an episode. The walls immediately moved, what seemed to be, 100 feet away. I recall the panic that I felt because I knew what was going on, it lasted a couple minutes and it went away for the last time in my life, needless to say I never listened to that song again, but never understood why that song did it, so weird. 

I wanted to write this because the power of the mind is amazing, in both positive and negative ways. These events were SO real at the time and until I grew up I didn't know what was going on. I knew what dreams were but these were on another level, and I can certainly believe that people just see something odd and their brains just morph it into something. Sometimes it is very hard to beat your own mind into rejecting what you saw for a much more reasonable and true explination. Thats why it is also hard to discount someones story because they actually saw it and believe it. 

Sorry if it is a little lengthy but I wanted to get it all out there. 

I would love to hear that story

She was very upset by it.  But it never occured to her to think it was paranormal. 

I shudder to think what might happen under similar conditions if Buell and his ilk got involved with a more suggestable subject.

No.  She was put on some medication (not sure what or for what), and on a CPAP machine for her sleep apnea as well as counseling for the stress she was under and it seems to have stopped the terrors.

She didn't realise how bad it was until she intentionally pushed her arm through the window trying to escape the black figure.  Her husband said she kept crying "No! No! Go away!" while she thrashed around as if she was fighting something.  It was pretty horrifying.