When I was eight I experienced death for the first time... When my baby brother passed away. Every since then I feel like I've be tortured. The first time it happened to me I was nine. We lived in Caruthersville MO, I had just taken a bath and I was reading before I went to bed. I put the book on my nightstand and I was staring at the ceiling when all of a sudden it felt like someone was sitting on my chest. Like any other girl I tried to call for my momma. But I could move my mouth. Since my mouth was shut when it happened all I could do was mumble momma momma momma momma please help me please. But no one could hear me. I was so scared that I was crying. I could feel the tears running down my face. But I still couldn't move. It seemed like hours passed away. When finally I noticed that my screams were actually coming out. I bolted off my bed and I ran to the kitchen where my momma was at I tried my best to describe to her what had just happened to me. My momma is a very religious person so the first thought that came to her mind was the devil. She went and bought me my own bible and told me if it ever happened to me again, to pray "I am a child of GOD".
From that day on I was terrified of my room. I slept in the living room, for about a week, when my parents finally made me return to my room with my bible. I was scared but I just felt like if I prayed God would protect me. I opened the bible to the Lord's Prayer, I prayed, and then went to bed. I stayed awake for hours until I fell asleep. I was so grateful and happy when I woke up and it was daytime. Every night from that day on my bible had to stay in my room.
Years had passed and I was going to the sixth grade everything was going fine. One day when I came home with some of my friends, they wanted to see my room and I let them. One of my friends that saw my bible right by my bed and started messing with it. Somehow and until this day I don't know how it happened my bible ended up out my room and lost. That night I didn't think anything of it as I said my prayers and went to bed. Before I could even close my eyes. Something grabbed me. First it was my feet and it slowly moved up my body until I couldn't move. My head was racing and all I could think was "where is my bible" "ooo Noo"! Then I began to say the prayer my momma told me."I am a child of God", over and over. The third time it just let me go. I didn't know what had just happened, all I knew is I never wanted to happen again. From that day on I slept with a bible by my head.
We moved to Kennett MO, where I meet my fiancé, I got pregnant with my daughter Maya. Everything was fine for me. My pregnancy was high risk so I had to stay in bed a lot. Well one night my family was going to church and my sister needed to use my bible, so I let her. I spent a lot of time on the couch so that's where I thought I would be when they got back. Before my fiancé went to work I was hurting kind of bad. So I went to the room and sat up in the bed. I was watching TV for a couple of minutes with the lights off when something told me to look up. I looked up and in my door way I saw a dark hood figure standing there, just standing there looking at me. It scared me so bad. I couldn't move a muscle. And in a split second it was from the door and leaning over me and my belly I was trying so hard to see its face, but I couldn't. And from under this sleeve came this bony hand reaching for my stomach so slowly. I was going crazy inside. I was trying to say my prayer and will my body to move at the same time. At the very last second I was able to turn on my side. I kept my eyes close and continued to pray. When I turned around it was gone.
I never got any straight answers about what this was that has been happening to me because it still happens. I've had my home blessed and more stuff... I just want to understand