I grew up in southwest Colorado. There has always been a feeling of something around me that I can almost see but not quite. I'm not sure if it's because I grew up in the land of the Anasazi where it seems every house is built on a spot where the old ones lived and died. I was told stories of skin-walkers and other such things since I was young, such stories are very common. So I'm no stranger to paranormal stories. The following is a true story.
My first undeniable experience happened when I was 16. I woke up sometime in the night to see a dark figure standing by my bed. My first thought was not ghost or demon I just thought there was someone in my room. Then the figure moved closer and it was still the darkest thing in the room light seemed not to touch it. When it was right next to me it put its hand on my face and I could no longer breathe. I don't remember anything after that. I would have thought I was crazy then but my mother told me the next morning that she had seen the same figure by her doorway she was terrified and said it was a very evil presence. She had prayed to God until it went away. It might be important to note at this point I still was a believer in God and the Bible in the Baptist manner. My mother removed all Native American things from our house and our pastor blessed the house.
Nothing else happened until I was twenty. I'm in the coast guard at the moment and had just been stationed in Washington. I had been living in my apartment for no more than a month when I awoke on night to see the same figure standing by my door, I reached for my knife and when my hand closed on the handle I was paralyzed by pure fear. The figure then walked around my bed laid down next to me and put its arm around me. It arose a few moments later and went towards my window and dissipated. About two months later I moved into a new house with some friends from work. I only saw the figure once when they were there. It was the same feeling of fear when I awoke and the figure was sitting on my windowsill then I doesn't remember anything.
One roommate moved out and another went to the Persian Gulf for a year. Only one room mate said anything a bout ghosts however all he would say was the house was haunted. About 4 months after my last roommate left the figure started showing up more frequently. After a while I could hardly sleep, I would awake at the slightest sound figure related or not. I will tell you of the worst times. One Saturday morning, it was 6:30 I know because I reached over and picked up my phone to see what time it was, I rolled back over and thought I should get up and go run. Then I heard four loud footsteps outside of my room. I was facing my wall so I rolled over and reached for my pistol. I was not sure it was the figure I thought it was a person, I was not going to shoot the figure, doubt it would work. But as I reached for my pistol I could almost see the wave of fear as it washed over me and paralyzed me. Then when I tried to move and yell out the pain started, it was not like needles but knives sticking in every inch of my body. As I was about to pass out it all stopped and I got up. I did not see the figure this time maybe because it was a little light out side.
The next bad one was at night. I awoke to the paralyzing fear as usual the figure was standing on the bottom left corner of my bed. Rolling over I grabbed my knife and was trying to crawl away when it grabbed my leg and lifted both my legs in the air and I remember it laughing then my memory is blank.
A few weeks later I was talking on the phone telling one of the few people I can talk to about these things when I hear a loud clunk upstairs. When I went up to investigate the sound I found the ward I had made on the heater vent by my bed. I know the wind didn't nock it off and it did not just fall. It was on my dresser and between it and falling off the side it did was a large stack of books. Nothing too bad happened after that only just me waking up to the feeling of fear and something watching me but no paralysis. Then I called a paranormal investigator. He told me it was probable that it was sleep paralysis. But he thought the incident with my mom, the ward, and the fact that it has never happened on water interesting (I spend about every other week on a ship). He said to write down everything that I did the day before an experience to see if there is something triggering it. However since I called him nothing has happened, that was five months ago.
All this made me think of my childhood. I used to have night terrors and sleepwalk. My mom, dad, and brother said they would awake to me standing over their beds starring at them. It always freaked them out. Once I remember seeing myself outside my body sleepwalking. I don't know if the events are related. I stopped sleepwalking at about age ten. I am now 22 almost twenty three. That's my story, it is a true one. Thanks for reading.
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