I am new to this site, as I found it after the incident that literally just happened to me. I'll give some background info; I'm 19 years old, I am a strong believer in Christ, yet I have some personal demons that I have been struggling with for some time. I have not always been a believer, I have my reasons for becoming religious.
I've been really skeptical about ghost stories and the like, since this stuff never really happened to me. Lately I have been feeling a little dark. I feel like something is going to happen, something bad. I have a strange gift for being empathetic, and can usually tell exactly what is going to happen in the near future.
The other night I was laying in my room about to go to sleep, when the first incident happened. It was probably after 3am and I begun to hear something moving in my room. It was a scraping or dragging noise, and it sounded like it was getting closer in intervals of about 10 seconds. Of course I got really freaked out, but I did not want to move. I knew in my mind that this was not a physical threat, and it was something I still cannot explain. It got closer to my bed until it sounded like it was almost underneath me. I finally jumped up when the poster right next to my head basically blew off the wall. I prayed a little bit and went back to sleep.
For a few days nothing happened, but I was having a really bad feeling still. I got home late again last night, and I was having a little trouble sleeping. I finally started to drift off to sleep around 4am. I began having a vivid dream about my job. Everything was fine until...
BAM - something hit me in the face. I'm not talking about a gentile poke, something forcefully hit me in the face and woke me up. I cannot explain the feeling exactly. It was not really painful, but it felt like it had some strength behind it. It also felt like it hit my entire face/front of my head with equal power. It also took me a few minutes to really think about what happened since I was deep in a dream. I laid in bed scared for about 20 more minutes. I did not want to move or do anything, as I really had no idea what the hell happened. I prayed some more and tried to go back to sleep. It's a little hard when something just hit you in the face and you have no idea what it was!
It wasn't over... I began drifting off to sleep again. By this time (after laying in bed for about an hour) it was starting to becoming light out. I felt safer and fell asleep again. I began having another dream that I was in a restaurant. In the dream I started coughing and choking, and I instantly snapped out of it again. This is when things got crazy.
First of all, I was paralyzed. I could not move and my heart rate shot up noticeably. I cannot describe the feeling of what was happening perfectly. Something was trying to control me, and was succeeding. My ears were ringing and I began hallucinating. I was not dreaming or anything at this point, I was completely awake and alert of what was happening. Whatever it was forcefully moved my head towards the right. I have a poster on my wall of a few girls, and it had turned into a picture of a hand, like a controlling, sinister hand. I begun freaking out as I fought to breath and move and break free of whatever had control of me.
I almost begun to panic, since I was being full-on attacked. I remembered to try and stay calm but it was becoming hard as whatever this was fought for control of me. I prayed some more and it seemed to give up. I was wrong. It attacked again after about a minute. Stronger and harder than before. This time my blankets even fell off my bed. I kicked my feet a little bit and prayed more. I could barely speak, and when I did I could only mumble "God help me".
This occurred not one or two times, but FIVE OR SIX. Each time there was about a minute break between. Between each attack I felt exhausted and could not get up right away. I was trying to catch my breath and it would happen again. Each time shadows would move all around my walls. On what I believe was the sixth try my door opened up. At this point I thought it was my mom and I tried to mumble something out. I managed to say "Mom help I can't move". There was no answer. My door shut and than I felt something grab my leg. I begun freaking out more than ever. My door opened again and I heard something come towards my bed, and than something under my bed. I tried to shout for my mom but no words could escape my mouth. I believe it attacked one more time before it finally left. I than realized that my mother never checked in on me this morning.
It is now 7:30am and I have yet to sleep. I am no longer scared, I actually feel a little calm. I know it is gone for a little, but am very clueless at this point. What the hell is happening to me? I've never had an experience like this before, and after reading some stories on this site I gather this is a pretty significant one. Somebody please help!
PSALMS 144:1 "Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my fingers for war and my hands for battle..."