This event happened sometime after my story: The glowing fire eyes.
About 1 year after I had that encounter with the glowing fire eyes my mum decided to admit herself into a drug rehabilitation program as she was using illegal intravenous drugs. I have never seen any evidence of this as she kept it hidden from me. I was about fourteen to fifteen at this time.
While she was in rehab I was to stay with my grandparents with my younger brother and sister. My sister slept in my nan's room on an old fold out single bed that looked like it was from the 1950's and my brother and I had to share a room with two single beds in it.
My grandparent's had bought the house and the twenty five acres that sat behind the house about ten years prior to us living there and they had done numerous alterations and home improvements. At that time the house was a red brick house with small square windows and newly polished floor boards. The walls were painted bright white and nan had beautiful curtains and a pull down blind that if you let go quickly it would fling back up and spin around the hanger.
I am now 30 and my whole childhood up until now I've felt uneasy in that house. I just feel a negative feeling that is usually accompanied with a feeling of dread or anxiety. I have never talked to anyone in my family about this as my family are somewhat religious and I did not want to alarm or scare them. For some strange reason though, when I have people in the house with me I don't feel uneasy.
One night my brother didn't come home from school as it was agreed that he could stay at a friend's house. My brother was very athletic when we were kids and he used to participate in basketball competitions. I assume the stay had something to do with his basketball practice, although I am not sure as my memory is fading a bit. I was excited at the thought of having the room to myself as I would have to wait for my brother to fall asleep before I could get up to teenage boy stuff (I will not elaborate on this TMI trust me.)
Back then we didn't have the internet or smartphones so I used to listen to the radio and record songs off the radio onto tape. I decided to go to bed early and tucked myself in around eight or nine o'clock. I have never been the kind of person to have trouble sleeping so I went straight to sleep. I woke up to a breathing sound that what I can only describe as someone with end stage lung failure. The breath in was raspy and laboured and the breath out was equally dreadful. I lay there in terror on my back listening to it for about five minutes, then after that time I had gotten some courage and I sat up and looked over the bed and onto the floor. What I saw still haunts me today!
I saw a snake the size of a man who was blacker than black. My room was dark as I had the lights off but I could see it because it was darker than the darkness of my room. It also had arms and legs and seemed to be trying to slither but was twisting and writhing in pain on the floor. The horrible breathing kept on and I looked at the thing for a few seconds and then sat up and put my back to the wall and pulled my legs up to my chest and I started praying in my head. "someone help me, please God!" over and over.
Then all of a sudden I felt like I was lying on the beach on a hot summers day. I felt warm all over and the feeling was accompanied with bliss. The only way I can describe it, is the feeling you get just after sex. I felt totally at peace and sat there with this feeling until I had realized that the snake thing and the breathing had gone.
After that I was shaking and was having a hard time moving so I decided to go and have a shower. After the shower I slept with a small lamp on and have continued to sleep with a light on if I am alone in the room.
Any thoughts or comments will be appreciated and thank you for reading my story.