This story is one of my husband's, we will call him Mystical Avenger, and currently I am typing this for him, this is all true... We hope you enjoy!
This story is one of my many ghostly and paranormal experiences. The year was 1981. I and my family of seven lived in an old 19th century, white, dingy, clapboard house in Willard, Utah. The house would've been demolished, as it was in terrible disrepair, except for the fact my family had agreed to attend the alfalfa farm.
The house set far back in off of the highway, by means of a long dirt drive. It was an antique craftsman, two storeys, with three full bedrooms upstairs and two downstairs.
At this point I should mention we had no electricity, natural gas, sewer, or fresh running water. My father and grandfather installed a fifty-five gallon drum wood stove for heat. To the west of the house, about twenty-five yards away, was an old fresh water well, which I and my brothers were responsible for taking turns bailing water to the house. A five gallon pickle bucket is how we bailed water.
On that particular day, it was my turn to bail water to the house all day. I was ten years old and maybe sixty pounds so you could imagine that I was totally exhausted. There were three of us boys and two girls and you could imagine that the girls were not asked to bail water, or cut firewood.
It was brutally cold, deep in a northern Utah winter. And my two brothers kept the wood burning stove burning all day. I had to chip ice chunks to put in the bucket from the well, and then haul the forty pound or more water weight into the house to be melted. It was physically draining and back breaking, and cold. Being frozen and ever so tired, I set off to bed upstairs in the middle room, where I and my next older brother slept in a single sized bed. I crept into bed, off of the old frigid hardwood floor and blew my candle out.
The bed rested with our heads next to an upstairs jutting window and was so drafty that by morning, our top quilts would have a layer of ice on them. The darkness was stifling as the house was at least a quarter mile from any light sources. As I said I was exhausted. I pulled the blankets up over my head to breathe my own warm steamy breath onto my body, as this was a technique of staying warm. I could see the faint light of my brother's candle, as he put his out and got into bed next to me.
This is where things got really weird! About thirty minutes had passed and I began hearing my brother snore. Then, suddenly and abruptly, I heard on my side of the bed, what sounded like a man's boots walk up from my feet to my head. I heard deep, heavy breathing and was frozen with fear. I opened my eyes under the blankets and I saw the silhouette of what I can only describe as Satan! In a deep, raspy demonic voice, he said, "Trevor! You're mine!" I shuddered in horror as I could feel his gross heat! I tried screaming out for my mom but couldn't.
Then he said, "Your soul is mine!" I was so terrified! Then, all of a sudden, his pitch darkness stood next to me. I remembered my dear Gram's words... "Pray to God, honey, and say IN THE NAME OF GOD, TAKE THEE HENCE SATAN AND ALL EVIL AWAY FROM ME!"
I said just that and there was a "whooosh" sound. I awoke to see the sun shining brightly through our window, and that was the beginning of my many true life trials and battles against Satan himself. I've had many encounters with Satan, demons, and ghosts in my 43 year life, but that event shapes who I am and who I've become even to this day!
So friends of YGS, if you had sleep paralysis or been abducted, remember in faith you can stop the experience by saying gram's wonderful, wise words... "In the name of God, take thee hence Satan and all evil away from me! Amen!"
God bless you and thank you for your time, I will have my wonderful wife twisterwatcher7 type more of my life long experiences if you like?