I am currently seventeen years old. This story occurred a year ago.
I have always believed in ghosts, but I am not gifted. I do not get special feelings or have experiences often.
My experience occurred the night after I reconnected with my younger sister Amy. At the time she was twelve and I was sixteen. I have never been close to her for various reasons. From the time I was six until I was fourteen I mistreated her with insults, pushes, hits, and seldom kicks. She was always a forgiving person but at the time of this story we hadn't had a substantial conversation in many years.
When out to dinner with our grandparents and still younger sister, age ten, Amy and I chose to sit together at a two person table while the other three sat at a booth. This is when the conversation turned to her beliefs and experiences with the paranormal. We finally made a connection when she described a visual experience in our home that I too had experienced in a different time and place. She did this without my ever mentioning to her my experience. Through the course of this conversation it became clear that she is much more sensitive than I am or want to be.
In order to continue our lengthy conversation she and I took a walk around the block at nightfall in late fall. That night we were to sleep over our grandmother's house. As we were ending our journey we were passing a lawn surrounded by a crisp white plastic fence. Beyond the fence the yard was black. As we passed it we began to feel scared. For approximately ten footfalls we pretended that our fear was nonexistent. Amy then spoke of her uneasiness. I confirmed that I felt the same and we booked it out of there to our home. Refusing to go inside, as I wanted to continue our conversation in privacy, we talked about the experience on the front porch. Amy told me that she felt something "bad" swirling around us, waiting. I refused to believe her. I didn't want to face the fear that came with believing.
Amy went to bed soon after while I stayed awake in the reclining chair of my living room, reading and watching videos on my laptop. The uneasiness did not go away.
Between ten O'clock and midnight I went to my room with my MP3 player. For the next three hours I stayed awake listening to the audiobook "The Dragon Factory" by Jonathan Maberry until the book ended. The book had unsettling themes relating to human dignity but I would not classify it as a horror. At this point I decided to try to sleep. I could not, as I was afraid. As I lay under the covers on my right side I would hear noises coming from the hall. They were normal everyday noises, like a dog moving around, people moving. My grandmother does not own a dog, there was no dog in the house. It was too late for anyone to be up and moving about. Even though I had been losing my faith, I prayed constantly to Jesus for protection and to make the fear go away. I didn't know who else to pray to, and I still don't know the answer. The fear did not subside.
As I laid there I felt an immobilizing sensation come over me like thick tingling starting in my lung area and spreading up through my neck and down through my stomach and stopping between my navel and inguinal area. I could feel an even pressure from head to toe. I kicked my legs and the sensation stopped. I prayed more. Then I felt the sensation again. I allowed it to happen longer and therefore the sensation was stronger. It was like a thick, thick heavy blanket was laid over my body. It was a lightheaded sensation spread from top of head to fingers and my trunk. The following detail is hazy, I think I was unable to breathe for a moment. I am sixty percent sure that it was difficult to draw in a breath. At this point my fear got the best of me and I threw off the covers, as soon as I moved the sensation disappearing. I ran to my sister's room and slept with her in her bed for the night.
A curious thing has happened since. Whenever I feel very scared or alarmed the same sensation will grip my thorax, but without the heavy pressure. Until that night I had not experienced that sensation. It has happened approximately three times since, after I scared myself by thinking too much about frightening topics. This has led me to believe that my experience was only due to my body reacting to false fear and stress. But because of Amy sharing my spontaneous fear outside of the fence, and the noises I heard I want to believe that I did truly have an experience. I think something followed us from that yard. Since then I have not had that experience for felt unsafe in my grandmother's house.
Later while speaking to a younger person interested in the paranormal she told me that this was a banshee. However, after reading about banshees on wikipedia, it does not seem to match up.
Was this an experience? Was it a puppy looking for attention? Was it a Banshee? Why didn't God make it go away when I asked?