In 2012, my girlfriend of 2 years broke up with me and I was at the lowest point in my life, mentally. I believe this is the reason for what I went through...
One night I was lying in bed about to go to sleep when I felt something playing with my hair. I knew it was paranormal but it didn't bother me for some reason. It kept happening and then my bed started shaking, not violently, only just enough for me to know it was definitely shaking. I started to get creeped out so I turned the light on and scrolled through Facebook for a bit until I felt exhausted enough to sleep.
I turned the light off and just as I crawled back into bed I heard the scariest voice say my name in the corner of my room. I was paralysed with fear for a couple of seconds but ended up jumping up and turning the light on. I decided to sleep in the lounge room for a couple of nights because I was too scared to sleep in my room.
After a couple of nights sleeping in the lounge room I came down with a terrible sickness and decided to go back into my room. I had told my sister about my experience and for some weird reason my exact words to her were "I am so sick I don't even care if Lucifer himself is in my room". I think about it now and wonder why I would say something like that?
Could this have been a demon feeding off of my depression? Nothing else like this happened after I got over my sickness.
A lot of other things have happened before and after this experience but this is just one that I cannot explain. I work in a funeral home now where lots of strange things happen and I can't wait to share my experiences.
This still makes me wonder why it happened. Can anyone tell me?