My story starts off a few years ago. I was still living with my parents in our old house in Ohio. I have a few friends who are into the spiritual world and visit so-called "haunted" houses on a regular basis. They stumbled across a book on how to achieve an out of body experience. And after only couple days they came running to me with stories to tell. I have never been very spiritual, I have never truly believe in god. Everything just seemed to far fetched to me. But I have always kept an open mind. So when they began telling me stories, I listened. I wanted to see if what they had experience was true, So I attempted it myself one night.
I pulled the blankets off my beds and left only the white sheets. I took off my watch, necklaces, and rings that I usually wore to bed. I stripped down to just my boxers then climbed into the bed and turned off the light. I picked a single spot on the ceiling and stared at it. After only a few seconds my minds started to drift off, I kept having to remind myself what I was attempting. Otherwise my mind would drift and I would end up just rolling over and going to bed. After about 10 minutes of fighting with this spot on the ceiling, I started hearing static. Humming or buzzing noises. That reminds me of the white static on the tv when the cable goes out. First thing that popped into my mind was that I had left the tv on. But afterwards I realized. that I hadn't. Once this sound came into play, I started feeling weightless. And I could feel myself being lifted off the bed. In my mind I was shouting "I did it!" And suddenly everything that I thought I knew about, was wrong. I was so proud of myself.
Then with out a warning, I noticed something moving into my vision from the corner. It was a face, black eyes and no mouth. It looked more like a mask. Surrounding it was long white hair-like streams flowing off the back and rippling like it was floating in water. Beside the floating face was two hands. One on each side and both having the same hair like tentacles off the back. It moved through the air gracefully then came to a halt right above my own face. Staring down into my eyes, and blocking my vision of the spot on the ceiling I focused on. Once I saw this, my heart stopped. And something else entered my mind, My friends words telling me "if you're not careful, something else will enter your body during your out of body experience" Just then the white figure jolted towards me and I woke up on my bed sweating.
Now I fast forward through time a little more. I got a few years older and joined the military. Forgetting my experience and marking it off as being a weird dream. I moved all over the world, visiting different countries and seeing what I liked to call "the opposite side of the world" But it wasn't to long before we got orders to deploy to war in Iraq. Once I made it down to the desert, something changed again. And I had a horrible dream that my body weighted 100 lbs and I couldn't move. I could hear people walking into my room, but I wasn't able to turn and see who they were. It kind of scared me but I was more amazed at the fact that I couldn't move. Until I heard someone speak of killing me. Then I really got scared and forced myself to snap out of it.
The next night I did some research on the internet and learned about sleep paralysis. I was relieved to find out that I'm not the only one who experience this. And memorized many different ways that people used to over come it. But as I continued to have more and more of these dreams, I started noticing something that looked very familiar. The white figure that I had came in-contact with a few years ago was still hovering over my head. It never looked down at me, But stared at the door. It held its hands up as if it was ready to catch a basketball. And once I made the connection between the two white spirits, I started to get scared even more. What ever this thing was, It had followed me from my home in Ohio. Every night I had sleep paralysis and noticed the white spirit, I would do everything I could to wake up. Even forcing myself to roll out of bed and hit the floor to shock myself back to reality.
In December 06, I was injured in Baghdad. I was air-lifted out of Iraq and placed back in a German hospital for surgery and recovery. After a few weeks they released me from the hospital and I was able to return to the units home base in Germany to wait for my unit to get back from Iraq. As soon as I got back here, I started having the sleep paralysis again. And the same white figure continued to hover over my head. Which ever way I was laying. It always hovered and face the door, without looking down at me.
One night I had been going through relationship problems, and dealing with a lot of stuff in my mind. That I was no longer afraid. I had been thinking about suicide and was not at all afraid to go to sleep. Even though I knew I would have the same dream again. This time when I opened my eyes, the spirit was there. And I decided to roll out of my bed. That way I would wake up, then I could just go back to sleep again because I was in no mood to deal with this spirit. As I attempted to roll out of bed, my feet hit the ground, my knees locked into place, and my head balanced on my neck. My body weight 100 pounds, but for the first time ever during sleep paralysis, I was standing up. I was amazed.
And at the same time, I realized every other time I had sleep paralysis, I was on my bed, under the white spirit. And now, I had just stood up. Without having to look, I knew that this spirit was now staring at the back of my head. Probably only a few inches away. If it hadn't known I was there before, I was for sure that it knew now. This struck the fear into my heart again, and the only thing I could think of was to get away from it. I focused my entire mind on taking a few steps towards the door, and my body moved. Slowly, like walking through mud. But I was making progress. I never turned around to look. As I went around a corner towards the door, I nearly ran into another figure. This one was completely black, like a shadow. And stood like a man, much bigger then I. Once I saw this other figure, my knees began to give out, and I fell against the wall. Then dropped the floor. Once I hit the floor, I woke up.
The next day I spent thinking about the night before. Playing it through my head over and over and over again. I didn't want to tell anyone. No one would believe me anyways. But also, I think I might have been wrong about the white spirit that stayed over me. I started to piece together, how it never looked down at me, but instead always stared at the door. And how it seemed to keep its hands up, like it was ready to defend something off. Perhaps the one thing that I have been so afraid of lately has been the one thing protecting me while I slept. But if that's true, then what are these shadow figures that seem to prowl outside my door and wait to come in.
What will happen if this guardian white spirit suddenly leaves and never comes back. And why has it chosen me, and stayed above me for so long? All these questions repeatedly pass through my mind. Everyday. And I can never come up with a solution. Which is why I'm looking for outside help. I'm hoping if I post this story, and throw up some sort of flag. Someone will read this and be able to give me insight into what I'm dealing with. Or even if all I'm doing is having a dream that keeps relapsing. Any help at all would be greatly appreciated.
My email address is yepers2 (at) hotmail (dot) com
Thank you all for your time.