When I was in my 20's I was getting a divorce from my husband, so my kids and I moved back home with my mom. Since she only had a 2 bedroom house, I moved into the basement which was semi finished, and the kids took her other bedroom.
A short time later, she had a little bedroom made down in the basement for me.
I have always been interested in ghost and stuff but the occult and demons scared me. I didn't even like to watch movies or shows about them. I also noticed that most horror movies had something bad happen in the basement so I avoided those too. One night I was reading one of the books in the Omen series and threw it across the room because it creeped me out. And vowed never to read a book like that again, especially in my basement!
I don't remember how soon after that occasion this happened but I am sure it was a few weeks or more.
I woke up with a start and felt like the devil himself had entered my room. The pure evil I felt was hard to explain. I couldn't see him but in my mind I could visualize him.
Once I felt him leave, I ran up stairs woke my mother up and told her I had a bad dream because I didn't think she would believe me that I saw the devil, I was shaking so hard it was impossible to calm me down. I would not go back down stairs so I decided to sleep on the couch in the living room. I found my old bible, opened it up to the 23rd psalm and read it out loud and then placed it over my heart and eventually fell asleep.
After reading some of the stories on this site, I wondered if I had the sleep paralysis you talk about but I could move ok and I know I was awake because I did not feel any time missing from the bad feeling to the time I could run out of the room. But who knows.
Years later: Now being a born again Christian, I know that there is good and evil in the world as I have had experiences with both. I remember one time talking to my pastor about my fear of Satan and he told me that he is not like the way he is shown on tv and in the movies. All scary and bigger than life and that he was the great deceiver and to be more careful of his trickery.
Well on my way home that night, I taunted the devil basically saying that I knew his tricks and I was wise to him. (not a good idea)
That night an old boyfriend called me up begging to talk to me because his wife left him and he needed a friend to talk to, so like a fool I met him to talk. By the end of the night, I was raped and then told that the wife hadn't left him, she was away and would be back in a week.
The jokes on me! The great deceiver struck again! I was crushed and then I realized that my taunting satan brought this on me and what a fool I was thinking I could outsmart him. My warning to you is to watch what you say and NEVER taunt satan.