Towards the end of summer in 2009, I started getting increasingly disturbing "dreams". My family just laughed it off and told me it was just really bad nightmares, but I knew it was something worse than just your regular bad dream, because I was conscious when they occurred. I live in a small town in Missouri, my family is religious. I've never delved in the occult or Ouija boards. There's no reason for a demon to torment me. I'm just your average small town American teenager.
The episodes would always start out the same, a presence in my room would awake me, I found myself unable to move or talk, but my eyes were open and I could see everything, something would be sitting on my chest, something HEAVY, my jaw would feel like it was wired shut. I felt wave after wave of this awful panic, I wish I could describe it so you could understand even just a little bit how incredibly terrifying it felt; shivers would run up and down my spine, fear kept my eyes open in my paralyzed state, but I wasn't alone.
There was always a shrouded figure in my room, sometimes watching me from the corner, sometimes standing over me or sometimes floating over me, laying over me so its face was even with my own, and suspended inches away. I knew it was some form of a demon, the feeling I would get when it visited is indescribable. The encounters started out bad enough, but they would get worse and more frequent. They started out happening about once every two weeks, but then they began happening two to three nights a week. The worst encounter yet happened towards the end of August, just before the start of my sophomore year.
I woke up unable to move, a heavy pressure on my chest made it hard for me to breathe. My eyes were open. I could feel that evil presence that always accompanies the demon. It was floating over me, its face inches from my own. I couldn't make out any features, it was just a black pulsating mist or like a form shrouded in billowing black cloaks. I couldn't move, I couldn't yell for my parents or my brother, so I did the only thing I could think of; I started to pray, (I was raised in a Christian family and I do believe in God) I just said Jesus' name over and over again hoping it would help. It made it worse, the terror increased, it felt like something had grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. That was not the first time it had touched me, but it was the first and only time the demon spoke to me, so far.
I was just praying and praying and begging God to send it away, or to stop it when it put and end to my desperate prayers. The demon growled, "God can't help you now.", and it sounded enraged. Its voice didn't sound like anything I have ever heard before, nothing here on Earth could ever sound like that. Its voice was a deep throaty, rough whisper. It had the voice of a man and a woman at the same time. A high, cracked pitch of a woman in pain and the deep voice of man that's been smoking for twenty years. I've never heard anything like it ever.
Gradually it receded and I could move again. I was scared out of my mind. I ran to my parent's room and freaked out on them, until they let me sleep with them for the rest of the night.
I know I was haunted by a demon and I still get visits from time to time, but it doesn't scare me as much as it used to and it doesn't happen as often but it's still incredibly unsettling. But I know it was real and it happened and I hate how people write it off as being "a sleep disorder" because it was real, not something in my head that my sub-conscious mind created while I was asleep. I'm not crazy, I know it all sounds hard to believe but it was real, I swear to God. I just hope it never happens again.