First of all, I would like to apologize for my English - I'm not a native speaker. My story has begun 9 years ago. I was 14 that time, a devoted Girl Guide. I was on my way home from a meeting of Scouts when the very first odd situation happened.
Our family lived in a flat on a third floor of a prefab in a small town. I was going up a staircase when I randomly looked through a window. A reflection of me was very clear because it was already dark outside. But it wasn't just me and the surroundings. There was also a man standing right behind me. He was definitely the most attractive man I've ever seen. The man had black hair and was thin. He wore a black suit and, from some reason, looked angry.
This quickly led me to a series of conclusions: "We have a new neighbor - he looks like a lawyer - I could fall in love with him in a minute - he has to live with a partner, so bad luck - he seems to be angry, maybe I blocked his way up - but I didn't hear sound of footsteps - whatever, let's introduce ourselves!" So I turned back and, as you probably already guessed, there was nobody there! I was shocked, ran straight to home and slammed the door behind me although I anticipated it wouldn't be of much worth.
I couldn't fall asleep that night because I was thinking about him. Then I heard footsteps in my room. There was just my sleeping sister and me and yet... The sound of footsteps was moving all over the room as if someone was pacing around it. I tried to persuade myself that it was just a power of suggestion but no help. So I asked aloud: "Who are you?" And suddenly I fell asleep (I never fall asleep that quick).
I had a weird dream; there was a park during the Indian summer, a bench on which were sitting three 5 year old kids - two girls and one boy who looked like a child version of an adult I saw in the reflection. The first girl said: "I want to become a (some usual job I can't recall right now)." The second one said: "I want to become a nurse (a job I wanted to do when I was a kid). The boy said: "I want to become a..." And then the dream was interrupted because something/one? Whispered in my ear: "Satan." I woke up immediately, frightened. The footsteps again. All I was thinking was that it sounds like a bad joke from a low quality horror film and if it was really true that I was in a real mess.
This was the first strange experience. I started to change since that night. There were no signs of presence of supernatural, but I suddenly became more and more angry and without reason. I was feeling emotions that had no sense, like contempt and arrogance. I didn't understand what was going on at all and people around me were telling me that they were worried about me and that they felt very uneasy in my presence. I started to be aware of those feelings and thoughts that clearly didn't belong to me.
I was frightened (that emotion was definitely mine) and it was obvious that something was terribly wrong, that I was loosing control over my body and that I have to fight with it. This was of crucial importance. Since that moment, the presence of something inside me stopped being hidden and operating inconspicuously. I almost lost control over my body. I couldn't decide where I would go, what to do or say. He was so powerful...
Something was inside me and tried to force me to become a Satanist. It (Satan?) started to talk to me. He wanted me to "go to him" what ever it means because he's never explained, just said that he couldn't tell me as there are rules he couldn't break. There were thoughts and memories that didn't belong to me at all. For example, there was a series of thoughts in which he was amazed by modern technology and heights of buildings. There was a memory combined with a thought that the last time he was on Earth people were living in mere wooden medieval buildings.
Apart from this there were other weird things. He was furious about people because they didn't pay him respect. There were things moving from inexplicable reasons, from slamming doors without drafts or someone doing it and flying objects to jumping (really) heavy washing machine. Everyone, who was with me during those events, was scared to hell.
I was trying to find a rational explanation of each of these situations but most of the time there was no success. The more I was resistant to his attempts to control me, the worse stuff was happening. One day, approximately a month after the reflection in the window, I was the most resistant and he vanished. It was as if a huge burden fell off me. I was suddenly so happy! I should also mention that I along with friends was trying to use holy water, crucifix, Bible, praying, nothing helped at all.
As I slightly mentioned, I told everything to my two best friends. We were worried what would come next. The footsteps from nowhere and flying little objects like jewels started to happen after two or three weeks. It wasn't just when I was around but also in my two best friend's presence. They were frightened, of course, and started to be sensitive to it. They were telling me he was scaring them and required information about me - how I was doing, for example. Nothing extraordinary. It went so far that one of the friends was kneeling in a middle of her room pleading him to leave and promising she would do everything he wants. He wanted information.
I was very afraid he might come back and try to possess me again so I decided to do a little experiment with the second of my friends. Yes, we to wanted to evoke him. We placed a candle in the middle of a room, watched they way it moved so we would know how it was behaving without a maculation. Then we covered our mouths so we wouldn't disturb the flame of the candle by our breath. When we evoked "him" (I seriously doubt it was him), the candle started to act weird. The thing we evoked told us it wanted to kill us. We were frightened so we ended it up. Properly, of course, and no, I wouldn't do it again.
I went home, miserable. There were no signs of any paranormal activity. Something happened after a month. The footsteps, ringing of a jewel I gave to the "kneeling" friend (she returned it because we stopped being friends, when she told me that everything was my fault and left) and then he went to my bed where I was lying. I didn't think he would come so it horribly shocked me. I thought he was going to kill me and I didn't feel prepared for death so I begged him not to hurt me.
Surprisingly, he didn't have a slightest clue what I was talking about. But I was in a shock, unable to think reasonably. He was still repeating in a calm and caring voice that he didn't want it but I didn't listen. Then I felt something like electricity on my left wrist. When I touched the place, the skin was hot. Then the electricity moved to my neck. It was, as I understand it, as if he was touching me. I was absolutely awake but suddenly my eyes closed and I started to fall asleep, very quickly. I was confused and resisted and in the end I broke the force that was trying to send me to the land of dreams. I felt the "electricity" for next two evenings. And then there nothing weird was occurring.
No presence of anything supernatural, completely nothing. I broke; the whole situation was like a trauma for me. I was also wondering if I was a mentally ill. Thus, I went to a psychologist to discover. She listened to me and tested me through and through and in the end she told me that I was completely mentally healthy. Unfortunately, she (poor one) was preoccupied with some worries and killed herself three weeks later. Thus, I found another psychologist and told her absolutely everything. She told me she was finding me absolutely healthy and that she couldn't explain what happened to me. Just suggested wearing an amulet.
After six months after the reflection he came to me again. The footsteps as always, my eyes unwillingly shut and there was a dream. This one was different from any other I've ever had; it was as if it was really happening.
Suddenly, I was in some French or Italian town, a historical center. I was wearing my pajamas and knew exactly where I was supposed to go. So I was walking in beautiful streets, sun was shining (so it couldn't be OOBE or something like that because in France and Italia was a night in that time) and I was slightly worried because I had no choice but going where I was supposed to go. I came to a house and knocked on a door. An old servant opened and, as if he was expecting me, said that sir was working but would come to me in a while. The servant led me to some room; I realized I knew the house, that I lived there before. Then the man from the reflection came to the room, beaming happily as he saw me and said he had to bring something and left. He returned after a moment with some black clothes. Then I stopped viewing the scene from my point of view and started to see everything from his. He put off all my clothes and put on the black one. There was no sexual context in it. Then he said to me: "Welcome home, again." Suddenly I woke up by hearing his voice whispering into my ear: "Come to me." And again and again. I asked why, where and what it was supposed to mean, but he just continued to repeat that sentence.
A year after that event I started to study at a high school and was pretty anxious about the amount of learning. He was coming regularly, comforting me by saying that it would all end up well, that I shouldn't underestimate myself. There were always very calming feelings he was raising in me. This continued for two months, then it stopped and nothing supernatural was happening.
Six years after I was studying at a college and living in a new flat. There was a place in the flat in which nobody felt well so I guessed we could try to record EVP. There were weird noises we recorded and moving objects that really scared me. I will describe it in another article. I tried to connect with the man from the reflection because I remember he was some kind of boss in the supernatural world. He came, happy as he seemed to be, and somehow took two ghosts, a man and a woman, away.
After another half a year there started to occur thoughts and feelings that didn't belong to me. Again. It was him. He was thrilled to be on the Earth again, happily recalling what was happening that last time and asking me continuously: "Are you ready?" I asked him what he meant but he was just repeating the question as if he didn't hear me. He wanted to visit some places he discovered the last time and I started to lose control again. I started to fight, of course, although he didn't seem to really want to fight back.
I was possessed and fought my way to a bus station. An old woman approached and asked me what time it was. I replied and she said while smiling: "You are a good person." And she left. Well, it was odd because her reaction inappropriate to what I did for her and because she was looking a bit like she knew what was going on inside me. The sentence she said gave me enough strength to get the guest out.
Half a year after I was seriously sick. My doctor misdiagnosed me and I was quickly approaching death due to the Mexican flu combined with a bacterial pulmonary infection. Somehow, I survived but there were still high fevers I suffered from. During one night when I had a fever (approximately 104-106 degrees Fahrenheit) I was highly confused and uneasy due to my somatic state. I called him to protect me from the evil things I expected (like I said, it was because of the fever). He came. He was standing in the opposite side of the room, looking at me and said: "It is just a disease of a body." Then he was standing and peering at me until I finally fell asleep. I should say that I never see him (apart from the reflection); it's always been a sort of feeling.
It's been almost two years since that last experience. I would like to know your opinion about this whole story, the life of mine. A possible explanation would be even more welcome. I'm checking up my mental health every now and then and everything is all right. Could it be really Satan? Does it change something if he is? I don't have a clue what this all could mean.