Let me begin by saying I am a believer in beings, or entities, outside of our little "bubble" we call dimension.
This all began once I moved into a different room in my house. I have lived in this house for about 16 years, and until now, nothing out of the ordinary happened to me.
I am a lucid dreamer, and have always been able to completely control my dreams. However, the first night I moved into this room, my dreams began taking on a more demented quality. I would see battles raging between the forces of good and evil, bloody, terrible fights. I would see dismembered corpses. I would even see the bodies of my family and loved ones, as though just murdered.
Needless to say, this frightened me greatly. It went on for a good month, and all culminated in one dream. In the dream, I was with some of my friends, on what appeared to be a demon hunt. When we came to a certain building, I felt the presence of a very powerful being within. I could not for the life of me describe the building to you now.
All of a sudden, I could sense this being coming closer to the group. All of us sensed it, though we could also see that it was interested in me and me alone. With defiance in my heart, I challenged it, knowing that I had a higher power backing me. But, it seems like this wasn't enough. I felt as though something rushed into my body through my chest, and an electric jolt filled my body. I felt immense power, and what scares me the most, I liked it. This lasted for a good 10 minutes, and the entire time, a name echoed through my head. "Azazel".
I had never heard this name before, but upon awakening and researching this name, I found exactly who it was. Those of you with an interest should know who this particular being is. Even stranger, the demented dreams stopped right then. I have not had another one since.
Later, I was lying in my bed, sleeping quite peacefully. Out of nowhere, I jerked awake, not drowsy in the least. After checking to make sure I was truly awake, I looked at the clock. 3:00 AM. I have for some time known the significance of this time, so I began to feel frightened at the prospect of what might happen.
I suddenly got the very vivid impression of a being standing in the doorway to my room, which stood open. I always sleep with this door closed, so this came as a shock to me. In the blink of an eye, the impression moved to mere inches from my face, and stayed there for a few minutes. Throughout, I had a feeling of immense dread, and I could not move.
The being finally subsided, leaving me alone. However, images... Movies, really... Played through my head, over and over again... Exactly the same. I was looking down at my bed from the ceiling, and a man walked over to it, lay down, rolled over to face the wall, and shot himself in the head. This continued until around 6:30 AM, when the rest of the house was awake and getting ready for work.
Various smaller happenings have gone on, but nothing quite as severe as these experiences. Now, I am no stranger to the supernatural, but this scared the daylights out of me, and I am unsure what to make of it.