I just read Sebastian's story and thought this might help. I am grateful I found this site; it's a good source of venting. I enjoy the positive feedback and thank you all for reading and not judging me.
I've mentioned encounters I've had, but I wish to share with you an incident my second oldest son had. He told us a story of an unwelcomed guest in his room some two and a half years ago. We are a very religious family, and he was preparing to leave on a mission.
Over a period of months I was noticing him sleeping in the living room more often than usual, and he was very quiet at first. Then one night he told my wife and I what he saw. As I listened it became evident that more of my children could see what I've seen for years, and that broke my heart. In no ways did I want them to see the cloaked being, the terrifying feelings or anything like it, but it happens.
He told us that one evening while he was reading scriptures, he saw a form enter his room; he said he turned his back away, curled up into a ball and stared at the wall, hoping it would leave. He was too afraid to look, but could hear something pacing back and forth in his room. He found the courage to turn over and that's when he saw this disfigured spirit, it stopped pacing and lunged at him. My son said it moved so fast, and was in his face in a flash. This is when he began to sleep on the sofa; he thought it would be safer upstairs than down. I saw him one morning when I was getting ready for work, our couch is uncomfortable, but I didn't think anything of it. He never spoke of the first incident.
The second time was like the first; it had been a while since his first encounter, so he felt comfortable sleeping in his room once more. Then one night he had just finished reading scriptures and pulled the quilt up around his neck. It wasn't long before something tore the blankets off the bed, clear across the room. For a second he laid in fear, and then ran upstairs to our room and this is where this story began. He thought I was laughing at him, because I had a smile on my face, but it wasn't a smile, I was concerned for him. As much as I tried to shelter my family from these spirits I've seen over the years, they would come and go. I offered to go with him to his room and remove it from our home, but he was so terrified. I offered a prayer, and reassured my son the spirit was gone for the night. (FOR THE NIGHT)
He was looking for comfort, some words of fatherly advice. My son was becoming frustrated with me, thinking I didn't care about him or didn't believe him. I explained to him what I've dealt with for years and I refuse to let them terrify me. I saw how shaken he was, my wife told him he could sleep on the sofa until he left on his mission.
I tell my children that prayer is the best thing they can do, these spirits know who the Saviour was in the bible and they sure as heck know who he is today. It's helped me over the years.
That's my advice, take it or leave it.