About a month ago, my boyfriend and I went on a retreat in Green Lake, WI. We stayed on the grounds of a conference center, thankfully not in the building my experience happened in.
I should explain that this was a religious event and that I have more than a few qualms about posting this here. My boyfriend and all of the friends I was with are very religious, and I am not. I'm only just beginning to understand most of these things. I did explain to them what happened, and they told me, due to my apparent "conversion", that it was a battle between God and Lucifer for my soul (personally, I don't think so). My boyfriend was with me during the experience, and he claims it may have been something demonic. I do think I've had something attached to me for awhile and I may post about that at some point, but it's something I don't like to think about too often.
We had gone away from the large group meeting because I had a headache and there was loud music playing. The building next door was the Roger Williams Inn, built in about 1930 or so (this property is very old and has been gradually built on for about 150 years. There's an old Civil War prison near the entrance). This is where we had gone to register and where some of the seminars were held. The first floor has a split-level hallway where bedrooms used to be.
One of these empty rooms had been designated for prayer. There was nobody around, so we went in. We'd only been in there long enough to look around and I had the feeling that something did not want me there. My boyfriend shrugged it off, and we sat on the floor in the middle of the room. He began praying and no sooner had he invoked the name of God than I received a hard shove forward. Something had placed its hands on my shoulders and pushed me. There was no one else in the room. I sat facing the door and would have noticed if somebody had come in.
I stood up and started gathering my things, blathering that I wasn't staying in there one second longer when I began to feel very nauseous. I dropped my stuff and bolted into the adjoining bathroom, dry heaving. He came in after me and asked if I was all right. I was perched on the edge of the tub, coughing, when a large chunk of plaster fell from the ceiling into the tub, inches from my head. As I said, this building is very old and looks as though it's never been renovated. Parts of it are probably structurally unsound.
He eventually got me back out into the room and insisted that we pray together. After a few minutes, whatever it was dissipated and I was calm enough that I could get up and leave.
A few nights later, I was sitting alone in our apartment (we live together--he was at work) when I heard the sound of falling plaster from the bathroom. There is no plaster in the bathroom. The walls are concrete block and the ceiling is tile. A while later, when he was back, I was sitting with my back against the arm of the couch and something began pulling my hair. I'm a bit worried about this, because if it is what I think is or was attached to me, the last time it touched me I ended up with bruises and scratches on my arms and body. I completely freaked out and started swatting at it--only to find nothing tangible there. He grabbed my hands and again insisted on praying.
It's gone for now, but I'm worried it might come back if it knows I'm trying to figure out what it is.