I have had encounters with the spirit realm since I was a child, and as a result I have developed some degree of ability for sensing their presence, their mood or intention, and occasionally more distinguishing personal characteristics.
I am pretty certain that there are at least two spirits that seem attached to me personally, not my location. One is benign and a prankster. I rarely know when it is present or anything about it personally, usually only afterwards when I have to deal with the results of its mildly annoying pranks.
But I wanted to write this story about the other one. This one is a malevolent entity, and its intent is always to try to frighten me, usually in very devious and clever ways. It also seems to an ever increasing frustration level when I refuse to acknowledge it.
Two incidents stand out among the others, but I will only describe in detail the second incident which was far worse.
The first one happened in the late morning. I decided to go into my bedroom and read, after a moment I must have fallen asleep, though not deeply. I was suddenly aware of many human-like spirits of all ages, sexes and races entering into my room in through my walls, wailing and crying in sorrow. They just kept coming, until there seemed to be dozens and the wailing was very loud. At this point I felt very much awake, though in a trance like state. I even had the presence of mind to glance over at my digital clock and read the time. I had only been in there a few minutes. Eventually one of the spirits, a male from the voice, leaned over into my ear and let out this bloodcurdling screech. It was so ear-shattering and disturbing that I was finally able to break loose from the trance and fling myself out of my room. I was alarmed by this experience, but not exactly afraid. I do not much fear the otherworldly.
The second incident happened about three weeks later and it was probably the most horrifying I have ever had. It began at night, as I was settling in for bed, reading a book. The lamp was on so there were no shadows or darkness. I felt something run across the end of my bed. It had the weight of a medium sized dog, but the quickness of a cat. I caught just a glimpse of the creature, completely black and lacking true form as it darted across the bed. It happened quickly and I immediately figured that my black cat had managed to sneak into my room, as I keep the door shut at all times to keep my two cats out. I got up to check to see if the cats were in the room, and found them both napping on the couch in the living room. I felt suddenly ill at ease and decided to take my little heavy black flashlight into my room with me. I returned to bed and eventually turned out the lights. Almost immediately the disturbances began. There was knocking on my headboard and the walls, voices, shapes, and black figures that would loom over the foot of my bed and my bed would shake. Using my previous experiences, I was determined not to leave my room or show fear or even turn on my light... In fact I felt more annoyance than anything and anytime the ruckus started up, I would shine my flashlight in the direction of the disturbance and force myself to think positive thoughts. This went on all night and I got very little sleep until finally the sun came up and the disturbances all but ceased. It just happened to be Christmas Eve and my car was in the shop. Most of my apartment neighbors were away visiting for the holidays and I was basically alone in the whole complex.
Early, perhaps around 7am or so, I heard knocking at my front door. I decided to ignore it, assuming it was somebody's relatives looking for an apartment. I drifted back to sleep because I was so exhausted by the night before. After a moment the knocking started again at the front door... And this woke me fully up and I sat up, feeling grumpy.
Suddenly, I heard a crashing sound and heavy footsteps pounding through the living room and into the hall way. I was terrified and reached for my phone when something heavy slammed against my bedroom door, which was, to my horror, unlocked.
Angry fists pounded on the door, causing the door and dresser to shake. A man yelled in fury right behind my door. "OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR!"
At this point I was certain that someone had managed to break in and I was seconds away from being brutally raped and murdered. I have never felt such terror in my life. I understand now how people can freeze in panic. My heart felt like it was going to explode. All I could do was stare wide-eyed at the door and clutch my phone and my stupid little flashlight. I wanted to call 911 but my phone was too loud and I was too terrified to try, least I make any noise. I thought about trying to slip quietly over the side of the bed and crawl underneath, but I felt truly paralyzed with fear.
After the pounding and yelling, it was silent... Yet I lay there motionless, almost whimpering. I must have sat there for fifteen minutes before I realized that the house was silent. Eventually I summoned the nerve to peek over my bed at the crack under the door. There was no movement, no shadows. I was still shaking, and I still was squeezing my phone and flashlight. I thought for a moment and then decided to fling the door open with my weight behind it, hoping that if anyone were standing outside it, the surprise and force would knock them back. I ended up tumbling into the hallway and hitting my head on the wall. I ran and checked the computer room and the bathroom, behind the shower curtain and ran into the front room... The door was dead bolted, nothing was out of place. Nobody was in my home.
I sat on my couch sobbing for hours, too afraid to go back into my bedroom even to get sweatpants. I realized that whatever cruel monster did this was obviously furious that I had refused to be frightened that night and it decided to tap into my one true fear... The very real ability and capacity for living human beings to hurt others.
It was over a month before I even set foot back in that room. I still don't like going in there, and I still sleep on my couch, six months later.
*Everyone I have had the courage to tell has told me it was a nightmare. I hardly think so, but I still have trouble coping with the experience. I'm desperately afraid of what it might do next, if anything at all. If it could tap into this genuine fear and exploit it so perfectly, what might happen if it decided to frighten me again?