Happened while I lived near Arlington National Cemetery… The building was a barracks on Ft. Myer, which abuts the cemetery. I lived on the ground floor with a window view of the headstones, which in Fall got muy spooky as fireflies would float around them. :o Got used to living there pretty easily though… until about six months before leaving the military… I’d been assigned to that room, which was a two-man room, for the better part of three years and had never been without a roommate, until about 90 days before this all happened. Suddenly I’d been alone in barracks — rare when I was in — for months. Ecstatic, and was digging the peace and quiet and no earplugs. :P I’d just gotten off a shift and was keen to get some hobby stuff in, then crash. Showered and shut out that sickly yellow strobing mercury lamps the mil loved to put everywhere, with some foil curtains… though a hole let a little slit of light in, just enough to make out shapes (or if my prankster ex-roommate had the room key as the CQ (charge of quarters, like a guard duty for barracks) that night). Was ready to go lights-out, so lay under covers, drifting off… Was in that twilight between sleep and wake, when I felt a draft on my right side, closest to the door. Before I could process what was going on, I felt it… A hand — a big one, with calloused, rough skin, had grabbed the skin and meat just below my rib cage, and pulled — hard. I nearly fell out of bed before reacting, thrashing and panicking. Then there I was, standing in a pile of sheet in skivvies in the dark, my dilated pupils desperately scanning the barely-visible shadows of furniture for some cause. I leaped to the door and slammed on the light switch… At first, I was PISSED — thought it was my ex-roommate, who was already *this* close to blows for his prior shens. But the door was still locked, and there were no scuffs on the wax from a person beating feet to get out the room. I don’t remember the hallway light from an open door, either. Searched the room, no one there but me. I looked down at my side… it still had that skin-pain from being scraped and pinched at the same time? Three big fingertip welts and a thumb one, which became a bruise — and this was a left hand much bigger and broader than my own, so it wasn’t self-induced (how do you pull yourself out of bed with your own left hand on the right side???). So what the hell grabbed me, and why? I’ll never know, as it never returned, and I was out of the mil 180 days later.