I never really was religious, so I didn't know what I was seeing, or why. The truth is I've been seeing the Shadows ever since I could remember. They always looked human, taller than I was, but they were on the wall, like a shadow that doesn't care which direction the sun is shining. No one ever really believed me when I told them what I can see, so I kept it to myself. Up until last year, the Shadows had generally left me alone.
The first time I saw a Shadow that wasn't in a room on the wall was at a friend's house about two years ago. My friend, Sara, lives in a fairly new subdivision, with an empty block right across the street. In the middle if the block, there used to be an old oak tree, but the city cut it down when they were building the homes.
Around 10.30p.m, we were sitting on a hammock in Sara's front yard. I got the feeling like I was being watched. I looked over towards the empty block, and my heart almost stopped. I could see the old oak, right where it used to be, and under it was a figure. From far away, it looked human, but there was something I didn't trust about it. Sara noticed that I had stopped talking and looked to where I was staring at. She couldn't see it, but she felt uneasy. When the figure started moving towards us, I could see it getting taller and taller. Finally I had had enough, and took Sara's hand and ran into her house, locking the door behind us. Something in my mind had told me that I needed to get into the living room, where the statue of Mary was. That night I had nightmares that the figure had caught us, and the last thing I saw before I woke up was glowing red eyes. I haven't gone outside Sara's house at night since then.
A year later, in the middle of my sophomore year, I was dating this guy named Daniel. Daniel's family is very religious, his father is a pastor in another town and his older sister is the youth pastor at our church. One night, around three in the morning, I was texting him, and I saw a Shadow standing at the edge of my bed. I had this strong feeling to tell Daniel what I was seeing, but I ignored it and went to sleep. The next morning, I woke up with scratches across my back. I tried to make myself believe that I had done this in my sleep, but a voice in my head would snidely comment, "You sleep on your back."
At school, I told Daniel what had happened. I almost cried when he told me that he believed me! Daniel said that what I was seeing were "night-terrors", also known as demons. I remember asking him why was last night the first time the demon had ever attacked me. Daniel wasn't sure, but he thought that the demon didn't like me talking to him, because it didn't want me to ask God for help.
Later that day, I was talking to Daniel's dad. He asked me about my past, so I told him about how my biological mother didn't take care of me or my brother, how she was addicted to drugs and gambling, spending my dad's checks at casinos instead of paying the bills (Thankfully, when I was four, they divorced and my dad remarried an amazing and wonderful woman who I'm proud to call mom). Daniel's dad thought that when my biological mother was still pregnant with me, she created a doorway through which the demons came through and decided to stick with me. He told me how I can ask God to protect me, to keep me safe from the demons, but I had to be willing to let Jesus in my heart and declare Him as my Master and Savior. I decided to ask God that night when I got home.
Daniel's dad drove me home, and I walked into my room, determined to get rid of this demon. Unfortunately, as soon as I walked into my room, everything went to hell, no pun intended. There were shadows everywhere, they knew what I was planning to do, and they were going to stop me. What scared me the most was that I could hear them laughing. It was the kind of laughter that comes from a soul that enjoys watching people suffer, laughter so full of anger and hatred, I was afraid that if one of them touched me, I would be so overwhelmed that I would be blown to dust, and the last thing that I would ever hear would be that awful laughing.
Forgetting everything I had been told, I dropped to my knees and began to beg God to make it all stop, make them go away, to take my fear of the demons and turn it into to strength so I could fight them. After a couple minutes of my frantic pleading, everything was suddenly quite. I opened my eyes and saw a dark, solid figure sitting on my bed. A kind of glow was surrounding him, and inside his silhouette were small dancing blue lights, the kind you see after you've rubbed your eyes. As I watched, the figure got off my bed and came over next to me. I immediately felt calm. I looked around, and noticed most of the demons were gone, and the ones that remained were being attacked by more dancing blue lights. When the shadows left, the lights faded, and the figure went back to my bed and sat down. I stood up, walked over to my bed, and stared at the figure until it also left. Unlike the lights, this figure didn't fade away. I don't know how else to explain this, so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense, but it was there one moment, and then suddenly gone.
Ever since then, I haven't had any more trouble with demons. I still see them, but their always far off, and never try and get close to me. Daniel says I have very strong "Spirit Eyes", something he says he would love to have. I don't agree with him, because the things I saw, felt, and heard were so terrifying. What I have is something that sounds exciting and cool to the people who can't see the demons, the people who have never heard a demon's laugh. I'm grateful for this gift, and I hope I can use it to help others, but at the same time, I'm fearful of it. I'm scared of what I might see if I fully devote myself to God. I'm afraid that one day, the last thing I'll see is those red eyes, and the horrible laughter...