Our friends went to spend their anniversary at the Myrtles. I'd never heard of the place till I saw it on a TV show. While talking about it at work, the friend said "Keith and I went there this year, didn't stay though." Why not I asked. She then tells the story of the first, and only night, they were there.
"We had dinner, it was really good, took a tour of the place. It is really pretty. We were looking forward to the weekend there. That night, I was already in bed, waiting for Keith to get out of the shower when I heard footsteps comming across the room towards the bed, I thought it was Keith, so I didn't open my eyes. Then I felt the weight of a person sitting across my legs, thinking what the heck is he doing, get off of me I said as I opend my eyes, when I did look, nobody was there, and I still couldn't move my legs! I hollered for Keith, and he came into the room. He could see the impression of someone sitting across my legs, and the bed. Then, it got up, and walked back the way it came. We never saw anything.
It only took a few minutes to get our stuff together and get out of there."
Close as I could get to the story, just about verbatem anyway. Of course, I think it's all in her head, and Keith was messing with her somehow.