Back in 1992 when my daughter was only about 7 months old I had a very scary experience that to this day has left me with many questions. I mentioned in my previous story that I have am very sensitive to spirits; I can sense when they are in a home and also if they are evil or good. From the moment that we moved into the old home that we were living in, I knew that there was something not right about it. It felt very negative and depressing. I did not like anything about that house but my boyfriend told me that I felt that way because it was an old house. He never believed in any of my paranormal experiences because he had never in his life seen or heard anything so I just left it at that.
One night I was having a very strange dream (As I was having this dream, I knew that I was dreaming and that it was suppose to have some kind of meaning as I have had this happen since I was a child) In this dream there was nothing but darkness. There was no floor, no ceiling-nothing just black. All of a sudden, I begin to see a figure of a man dressed in a white robe who seems to be extending his arms downward as if though he is looking down at something or someone in front of him. I could only see him from his neck down and he is facing to his left. At that moment I think to myself that I am seeing Jesus and when I turn to see what or who he is looking at I see the devil on his knees looking up at him. I was very confused and ask myself in my dream "why would the devil be kneeling in front of Jesus as if though he were asking for forgiveness?" As soon as this thought runs through my head in my dream, the devil, or whatever it was turns quickly to look at me and smiles-it was a very evil smile. Then at that moment, I wake up to the most horrifying scream that I had never heard my baby make.
I was laying on my right side and as soon as I woke up to her scream I felt a very cold gush of air run by my left ear so hard and so fast that I knew that there was something in the room. The window was closed as it was winter so it could not have been the wind. My daughter was screaming and crying like someone was physically hurting her so I jumped out of bed, turned on the light and ran to her crib. She looked almost purple from how hard she was crying. I picked her up and as soon as she calmed down I put her down to check her diaper.
When I took her pajamas off, I noticed that her socks were soak and wet. I thought that maybe she wet her diaper too much that it was leaking but when I checked it, it was completely dry. I was confused about it so I check her crib to see if maybe I had left a bottle that could have been dripping or something but there were not bottles and everything was dry. Her pajamas were also completely dry. It was only her socks that were so wet that when I wrung them, a lot of water dripped out of them. Her feet were so wrinkly that it seemed like they had been wet for a while.
I don't know if my dream had any connection to what happened to my baby but to this day I wonder what was in that room that night and what it wanted with my child. I had always thought that evil things stayed away from babies. My daughter is 23 years old now and she is much more sensitive than I am so I don't know if maybe that had anything to do with what happened?
I have read many stories in this website hoping to find something similar to this experience that I had with my daughter and maybe get an idea as to what happened but I have not found one yet. I would really like to know what happened that night. Please feel free to comment.