Back in the early 1990s angels were all the rage. You couldn't go into a store without finding a stand on the counter with guardian angel pins. Everyone wore them on their jackets. In fact, I still have one attached to an old sweater. At the time, there were many books out about angels and some of these books contained stories of people who had experiences with them.
I was given a book about how to contact an angel. In hindsight, this was not a good idea. What I contacted was most likely not anything odd.
However, this seem like a neat thing to do at the time. I was in my early 20s and just happen to be home alone. Not sure where my boyfriend or roommates were but this seem like a good time to try this. I don't recall 100% what the instructions were but I remember there was some type of incantation you had to recite. I had a notebook in my lap and a pen ready, based on the instructions in the book. I started the incantation and waited...nothing. Suddenly thoughts started coming into my head and I started writing them down. Now, I don't know for sure if this was my mind making this stuff up but the sentences were rhyming! I asked the angel its name and was given a response.
Moments later the energy in the room shifted. I started to feel overwhelmed, like something very large was in the room with me. At the time I had an oak dresser and the wood started making popping sounds. I started to see a gold glittering as if someone was dropping glitter from the ceiling. Instead of feeling some sense of peace, I was terrified! I begged whatever it was to go away because it was scaring me. I had the master bedroom at the time and entered the bathroom right off of it. I stood in front of the sink with my eyes closed and continued to beg for whatever was there to go.
Without warning I felt something cold touch the center of my back, right between the shoulder blades. Then it was gone. The room returned to normal and I didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary. I took a big breath of relief. My back still felt cold so I lifted my shirt up and was horrified to see a large purple oval in the center of my back. It didn't hurt. It just looked like a giant purple bruise. Needless to say, I was feeling quite unsettled for some time to come. I never tried to summon an angel (or anything for that matter) again and eventually got rid of the book.
So, what was really there? Was it an angel, ghost, demon? I will never know for sure. Later on in the day I told my boyfriend at the time what had happened. I mentioned the mark on my back. When I went to show him, of course it was gone.