Over the past few months I have had encounters with demons. However, nothing that has happened has been as scary and unexplainable as what happened last night.
Last night I did the usual thing I do before going to bed. I let the cat in. (She sleeps in my room); I finished a book that I had been reading. Everything was pretty normal. Because I haven't had a demonic experience since my cat started sleeping in my room, I was under the impression that maybe her presence helped a bit. Silly, I know, but I do enjoy having her in my room. It provides a feeling of comfort knowing that you aren't alone at night. Well, apparently her presence does not keep demons away. Last night proved this.
I was lying in bed after having gone to the bathroom and gotten a drink of water. While I was walking back to my room, my little brother came out of his room to get a drink of water. It was about 4:00 am and for some reason I could not go back to sleep when I got back in bed. That was when I heard a noise coming from my brother's bedroom. My room is right next to my brother's room. My brother has a loft type bed with a trundle bed underneath. However, directly under his top bunk there is a sort of cubby. He uses it as a toy closet/storage/hideout sort of thing. The noise was coming from under there. It was a sort of knocking sound. At first I thought he might just be under there knocking in an attempt to scare me. However, the more I thought about it the more that idea sounded strange. My brother just turned 7 and has had demonic experiences as well. He is scared of the dark for the most part. For this reason I have a hard time believing he crawled down into his cubby in the dark to scare me. After all, he couldn't get down his ladder without me hearing him.
I listened to the knocking for a very long time. I was getting more and more frightened by the moment. It was then that I heard my brother cry out a couple times. I would have gone to him, but it was like I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't move at all. Finally my mom woke up and told him to come upstairs. I heard him climb down and go upstairs and talk to her. After awhile I heard him come back downstairs and climb back up his ladder. I did not hear anything after that, so I'm assuming he went back to sleep.
The knocking had stopped, and everything was quiet. I shut my eyes to go to sleep, but could no shake this funny feeling. I looked over at my cat and found her sleeping quietly by my side. I reached down to pet her and shut my eyes once more. It was then that I felt as if something bad as going to happen. Whenever I shut my eyes, the feeling was there. When I opened them, it was as if the feeling were very far off. So, seeing this as a "no brainer" situation, I decided to keep my eyes open. This worked for about two seconds, however, because something then closed my eyes for me. I felt like I was drugged. However, I wasn't sleeping. I was still fully awake. I reached over to try to feel my cat. However, a shock went through my body at that moment. It was then that I forced my eyes open to try to get just a glimpse of my cat to see if she was still ok. I only saw her for a split second before whatever it was closed my eyes once more. I was surprised to hear her purring and still quietly perched on my bed there beside me. But I could not touch her.
When my eyes closed, I was immediately transported to another scene. There was fire and I could see stuff burning. It was as if I was in a burning house or something. I could not feel the heat, but I could see the flames. I started praying but there was this horrible feeling that kept stopping me from doing so. I cannot explain that feeling. It made me sick. I was also feeling shocks run up and down my body. It was then that I had an idea. I don't really know where it came from or why I had it, but I began singing Amazing Grace. As I started to sing it, I was aware that whoever brought me to this burning house did not want me to sing. However, the feeling of being shocked was clearly getting less and less. I kept singing and found that every now and then the scene would get muddled (kind of like a TV station gets fuzzy) Every now and then it would get fuzzy and I could see my cat lying there on my bed. I could see my hand reaching out to her. I kept singing hoping that I could go back to my room and my bed soon. However, I could still see this burning building and it was as if I were in the middle of it. I was then that I heard a man's voice singing with me. This voice was followed by a woman's voice which was then followed by many voices. I could not see them, but they were singing with me. A few minutes later I was lying in my bed with my cat purring next to me as if nothing had happened.
So, what does it mean? I might never know. However, there is something I do know. It was an amazing grace that saved my soul.