After eleven years, everything suddenly stopped.
When I was twelve years old, my mother married her boyfriend who became my step father. They had two beautiful little girls that became my step sisters.
My mother became so busy with two jobs, us kids seldom saw her. My step father also worked long days but I learned early on, he had no tolerance for my fevers or my nightmares. I went to school like my sisters and brother. My nightmares always seemed to come with every change of the seasons. I struggled with them, but learned to set them aside in my head and keep going with my life. Yet, sometimes they would come with so much power and force when I least expected, I would completely become consumed. I paced, walked, talked and ranted to myself. It was at these extreme times that I would give up, and let it take me into the abyss.
My last awake nightmare happened when I was twelve years old. I woke my step father up from his sleep in the middle of the night and pleaded with him to help me fight this heaviness and entity in my room. I paced from room to room trying to fight this negative energy when he grabbed my arm and angrily dragged me from one room to another room, and demanded that I show him where this whatever, whatever it was.
I said it was not something I could see, but something I felt in my heart and mind, and it was here now, with me. Please help me. He got pissed off and told me to knock off my crap because my mother and everyone in the family were sick and tired of my crap.
Two weeks later I ran away from home.
As with most kids that no longer have a home, I went home sometimes, but I always ended up in the streets with ghetto gangs through my teen years.
When I was sixteen, I was arrested for pistol whipping a security guard and I went to a boy's prison. I say boy's prison, because in the 60's there were no reform schools. I spent two years for assault and battery. I came home after serving two years and lived with my mother, my two younger sisters, and a new younger brother. The entire time I was in the boy's prison, I never had one single awake entity experience. I still had the void/abyss nightmares now and then but never the rush of energy that used to overwhelm me at night.
After I was home again with my family for two months, my step father had left my mother and my two step sisters. My older sister and brother had moved on. They both were married, so it was me my mom and my two younger sisters, and my younger brother.
One night, when I went to sleep reading a book, I woke up late in the middle of the night and realized I had fallen asleep with the book on my chest. I opened my window to my bedroom to let the swamp cooler blow air into my room and out the window next to my bed so I could cool off. I went back to sleep, and had the strangest dream. I felt like I was drugged, and sluggish and was in a state of sleep but awake. In my dream, I felt, not saw a person rip the screen and lift up the window next to my bed, and come into the house. At one point, in my dream sleep I saw him step into my bedroom. I saw his first leg step over my window sill and into my bedroom. I saw his shadow slowly pass my bed and go into the hall. I thought I was dreaming and went back to sleep.
Then I heard someone scream. I bolted up and saw my youngest step sister screaming in the hallway across from my bedroom. I reached under my mattress and pulled out my 38 Llama handgun and ran down the hallway. I saw this shadow open our front door and bolt out. I ran down the street emptying my gun in the air. That was the last time I ever experienced a visitation. When I was nineteen I met a girl and moved in with her. Her family owned a Mexican restaurant. We both lived in a trailer behind the restaurant.
I never experienced another awake dream since nor an entity.
I'm sixty three years old, and as most people my age, you reflect on your life, friends, family, lovers and experiences. To this day, those eleven years of my awake nightmares, still fascinate me.
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
I read that quote somewhere, but don't know who wrote it.
I love reading all the stories on "Your Ghost Stories." So many stories validate my experience.