I have always been quite sensitive to the paranormal. The first story that I would like to share is one in which happened to me about 7 or so years ago and still concerns me. I am 26 now, married with an almost 2 year old, and another on the way.
When I was 18 and in college I met a man from Sri Lanka. There was always something a little off about him but at the time I looked past it and it was almost like he had me under a spell. Just 3 months into our relationship he became emotionally and physically abusive. I was terrified of him. But afterwards he would always tell me he loved me and that was why I made him so angry. Typical abused woman story.
We eventually moved away from college, away from my parents, and into an apartment of our own. We both experienced some strange occurrences. Someone touching his hair, playing with it and I could actually see it moving, things out of the corner of our eyes that the cat would also follow with her eyes and get scared of. After a few months things really took off.
When I would come home from cosmetology school or work I would find these crosses filled with holy oil that my ex (I will call him Dumi) had brought over from Sri Lanka. He said they were blessed by a priest. They had been in a drawer, but when I came home I would find them scattered all around the apartment. At first I wrote it off as my cat was getting very smart - able to open and close the drawers all by herself. While not getting her favorite toys from the same drawer!
When it happened every day for 2 weeks I started to get suspicious. Then, when I went out of the apartment quickly to throw the garbage in the dumpster and came back in not even 2 minutes later, I saw a "shadow person." It was very close to the same height and figure as Dumi, so thinking he maybe came home early and snuck in without me seeing, I called out his name, and followed it. He was standing next to my couch in the living room, and when I came in he ran into the hall around the corner and into my bedroom. I looked all over the bedroom, and nothing. Dumi was still at work.
The next night I awoke in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. This same shadow figure was at the other end of the hall in front of the main door. This was all very frightening.
I invited my friend over who was a missionary kid and grew up in Indonesia. I will call her Kali. We told Kali about what was going on and she felt that the apartment needed to be prayed over. We prayed with her over the apartment.
I should mention at this time that Dumi had grown up in a Christian home, even though the majority of the country is Buddhist or Hindu. He says that the year before he came to school in America that he had been kidnapped and left for dead. He claims he saw/heard Jesus tell him that he was going to save him, and after he miraculously ended up back home, he started working very closely with a pastor. This pastor was very much into "healing" and would hold big healing seminars. Dumi also watched him perform a lot of exorcisms and even held some possessed people. He claimed to be a strong Christian, yet sometimes would say some alarming things. He would tell me exactly what I was doing and when I was doing it, with no way of actually spying on me or anything of that matter. He would also repeat my thoughts. When I would ask him how he did this, he would say "I get my power from Satan." I honestly was scared but thought that he was just being the scary abusive guy that I had grown to fear and that his words meant nothing.
After Kali prayed over our apartment, things quieted down for a few days. About 2 or 3 days later, we were sitting on the couch watching TV. All of a sudden I began to feel drunk. Really drunk. I had not had a drink at all! I started to get angry, and saying things that didn't make sense in the least. I got up off of the couch and started running around the apartment (this is all a blur as I didn't feel like I was in control of my own body) and I had a superhuman strength. I remember being in the bathroom and Dumi trying to get me and calm me down. He was trying to drag me into the bedroom and I was holding onto the doorframe with one finger as he was pulling me with all his weight and had me parallel to the floor, like I was hanging in the air. Finally he got me into the bedroom and pinned me down on the bed where I threw him all the way across the room. I ran back into the living room and fell, started speaking in tongues, and foaming at the mouth. I remember my voice, which was different from this tongue's voice, crying out "Help me! Get it out of me!" Dumi ran to get his Bible, and started praying over me. Finally I collapsed to the ground very weak but myself again.
I know this may sound absolutely crazy, and maybe even like I was just a battered woman who maybe broke mentally. But ever since then it seems my life has been a mess. As hard as I try to go in the right direction, there's horrible things around every corner. Multiple events take place every year. Sickness, watching people die, break-ins, and sometimes my mind just goes... Wrong and I make wrong choices.
I feel that there is some evil presence still in my life. It seems every time I try to tell my story one of these major life changes happens, keeping me from telling it or getting help. I am trying again... And hopefully this time I am able to get my story out and hopefully getting some advice. Even now as I write this, my computer keeps mysteriously shutting off and my keyboard keeps locking for no reason.
I pray a lot, I need to pray more, read my Bible more I know. But is there anything else that I can do to close off this evil for good? Do you think that since it hasn't possessed me (at least not like that) again that it is gone and the rest is just my fear of the experience kicking in?
I honestly believe that Dumi was possibly not a Christian at all, but a Satanist. Why else would he tell me over and over that he gets his powers from Satan? He would tell me a lot of frightening things along those lines. Or am I just honestly a crazy person?!