I have told this story very few times to very few people. This is the only paranormal experience I have ever had. Thankfully.
I was a junior in college at Mississippi State University. One Spring Saturday, I left campus to drive 25 miles away to the small town where the girl I was dating was at her parents' house that weekend.
It was a gorgeous Spring day in the Deep South. Since that time, I have thoroughly appreciated beautiful Fall days in the North and very, very pleasant mid-summer days in the Midwest, but nowhere I have ever been has Spring days like the Deep South. The best ones are truly like Disney movies -- every color, every scent, every sound are heightened... Everything seems in Technicolor. This was that day.
I picked her up at her parents' house. We had been invited to an all-day river party at someone's house on the Tombigbee river a few miles away. She had a couple of bags with her and asked if we could make a stop along the way to drop something off to one of her friends. The friend was one of the hostesses that day at a Pilgrimage house.
Many towns in the deep South - Mississippi in particular -- have what are called Pilgrimages. These are a couple of days (usually in the Spring) when towns with pre-Civil War homes open them up to tours. Generally, the homeowners with some assistance from local high school and college students tour people around the homes and talk about the house history, etc. This is a semi-big-deal in those places. The hosts and hostesses often dress up in Confederate uniforms/Southern Belle gowns, etc. My girlfriend's friend was one of the Southern Belle tour guides that day at a local house.
My girlfriend directed me to the house. It was a largish white three-story house that I was told had originally been built by a wealthy cotton merchant in the mid 1850's. I parked right in front of the house, beside the sidewalk backed by a white picket fence.
As we got out, I thought again about what an incredibly gorgeous day it was. It was about 10:30 in the morning.
We walked up to the open front door. As we got near it, we could hear voices and laughing coming from the back of the house. My girlfriend said, "Oh - I hear Suzie back there. I'm going back". I said, Ok -- I'll be there in a minute. She headed off and I stood just inside the front door wanting to take in a little of the house.
There was a central hallway going straight back to a back door, with doors to rooms opening off both sides of the hall. About 10 feet from me, on the left, a staircase started upwards ending in a landing on the second floor. I started thinking, well, I should go on back and meet the people, etc, when I realized the hair was starting to stand up on the back of my neck. I absorbed this for a moment and then realized even the hair on my arms was starting to stand up -- and I mean rigidly. At this point, I was just a little confused, wondering why that was happening. I mentally shook it off and started to walk toward the back of the house and the people.
It was then I realized I was paralyzed in place. I couldn't make my feet move. I just stood there, stock-still, with hair now standing up all over my entire body. After another second or two, I also lost control of my neck muscles. My head, slowly, haltingly dropped to the point my chin was almost on my chest.
At this point, I was what we would have called then -- freaking out -- but silently, as I could not speak.
After a moment of that, I then felt a new sensation. I felt a great sense of fear and apprehension -- but for no apparent reason. And then I felt something else. I can only describe it as a telepathic message of hate and loathing -- directed at me. It was intense and powerful. I then mentally 'saw' there was a hazy figure standing on the landing at the top of the stairs. I couldn't physically see it, because my head was dropped so far down. That thing was directing the hate and loathing toward me.
Suddenly, I had the insight that I had to 'face' the entity. With great effort, I jerkily pulled my head up to the point I could actually see the landing. And clearly see what was on it.
The figure was what I can only describe as a human-sized, slowly rotating column of dark brown smoke or fog with black specks and streaks slowly swirling in the column. The moment I was able to see it clearly, the message of hate and loathing from it increased in intensity -- and then, to my excruciating shock, the entity swooped down the stairs, THROUGH ME and out the front door behind me.
When it went through me, I felt like I was being electrocuted with hateful energy and it gave me the strong, clear message: GET OUT.
Once it had passed through me, I could feel I had some control of my body again. I could see the back door straight ahead. Although the front door was open and directly behind me, I didn't think I had enough body control left to actually turn around without falling, so I decided I could probably manage to walk straight ahead and make it to the back door... Which I feebly did.
I opened the back door and saw a rather formal back yard and garden area with a stone bench only about 20 feet out from the back of the house. I staggered to the bench and sat down hard. The whole time from entering the front door to walking out the back had probably lasted only about two minutes.
I sat on the bench trying to regain full control of myself. However -- after about 30 seconds, I started to feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck again... And then again on my arms. I was facing away from the back of the house, but got a snapshot-like mental image of the back of the house in which I saw there was a single window at the peak -- and the swirling column was looking at me through that window -- again sending a telepathic message to GET OUT. It wanted me not just out of the house but out of its 'property'.
Again, I felt I had to confront it. I turned my head and body around (with jerks and twitches) until I could look up at the window where I saw the column faintly through the old glass window. It quickly vanished when I looked at it.
I shakily stood up, looked around, saw a garden gate, staggered to it and walked out of the back yard, up to the front of the house, managed to open my car door and just sat in the driver's seat, trying to collect myself and absorb what had happened.
After a few minutes, my girlfriend came out asking what had happened? Why hadn't I come back to meet her friends? What was I doing just sitting in the car?
I was so stunned from the experience, I didn't want to talk about it right then. I lied to her. I told her I had suddenly felt very sick and nauseous and had left to sit in the car. She was very concerned. I immediately felt bad that I had lied to her, but just didn't think I could talk about it at all. We sat there for a few minutes quietly. I then said I felt better and we should go to the river party. We did, although to to say the least, I wasn't exactly a bundle of fun that day.
It was about 7 years before I was able to tell this story to anyone.
I have no idea who/what that entity was or why it didn't want me there so badly.