This is my second story on this web site. To be honest, I'm not even completely sure if what I'm about to type was truly a paranormal experience, but I have my theory. My husband and I have been living in the same apartment complex for about two years now. Nothing paranormal has happened. I don't think my apartment is haunted. However, I had something strange happen a few weeks ago.
I am usually a restless sleeper. My husband can tell you... I've hurt him a few times. I wake up a lot in the middle of the night. However, when this happens, I usually just roll over and go back to sleep... No problem.
Well, one night, a few weeks ago (a Sunday night) I woke up at 3 in the morning. I woke up with the most terrifying fear, and had no idea what I was afraid of. I was so frightened, I couldn't even close my eyes to attempt to go back to sleep. I was seriously about to cry, but I didn't want to wake up my husband. What would I say to him? So I just laid awake for an hour, and finally around 4, I was able to put my horrible feelings aside and go to sleep.
Now, nothing supernatural happened during this hour... I was just so afraid. I thought maybe I was just being a "scaredy-cat" and tried not to think about it the next day. However, it happened again the next night, and then the night after that. The Thursday night of that week was the first night that it didn't happen, and it hasn't happened since then.
It wasn't until last week that I searched the Internet to see if 3am had meaning. I thought that it did, but wasn't sure. The internet said it was the Devil's Hour.
So, I'm thinking that maybe it has something to do with my faith. I have been a Christian since I was a child, and I used to be very "devout..." I went to church every Sunday, even though I was the only one in my household that went, prayed constantly, and read the Bible every night. Somewhere between then and now, I fell away. I mean, I'm still a Christian, but I changed. I rarely make it to church, I feel obligated to read the Bible, I cuss, occasionally get drunk... etc.
Well, I've been feeling guilty, and lately I've been trying to get back to where I was, to live for God, and I've always heard that Satan will come after you when you are doing things like that, because he doesn't want you to succeed. Granted, nothing horrible happened these nights, but the fear I had was immense and came from no where. Maybe it was just coincidence, but maybe not.