We just moved into our house and were busy unpacking and decorating. Every night we didn't go to bed till well after midnight. We then collapsed into our bed.

Then one night my husband woke me up and said, "I think there is somebody down stairs." I was so tired and told him to go asleep. After awhile he woke me up again. Being woken up twice, I definitely was out of my sleep. We listened, but nothing.

Being half awake I longed for a cup of coffee.

As I was walking along the landing and was going down the stairs, I could feel a very, very big hand holding me back gently. I couldn't believe it and I stopped literally being so shocked. There I stood and didn't know what to make of it.

Since I am a phlegmatic person I just turned and went back to bed. I was thinking that this stupid habit has to stop, making coffee the moment I wake up because it make me wake up automatically every night.

The next morning when we came down we could't believe our eyes.. We were burgled and they left the front door wide open.

The police came and on the fingerprints they found in our place they could catch them. By that time they had broken into ten houses.

When I think about it, I still can feel that big hand. If I would have gone down to make coffee, I dread to think..Whatever it was or whoever it was, definitely prevented me to go down.  It also wasn't a human hand because it felt twice as big in width and length.

This is a true story