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June 2001
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A Demon
Gets Its Kicks
by Ilikewebtvbetter
I do not believe in ghosts. I believe in demons sent to scare us or make us believe in ghosts. I believe what it says in the bible that once a person has died that they can not come back. This true account happened after seeing the "X-Files" where Mulder finally finds out where his sister went. This show was at 7 p.m. During a part where they have a séance, they show many ghosts fill the room. It just looked very freaky. Well, it got me a little scared and my scaredness only got bigger. This happened one day during a time while my mother was visiting us for a few days last November, 2000.
My husband got up at 5:30 to go to work. He was in a hurry. He got up went to the bathroom, came back to give me a kiss and then headed out the door. He left the door maybe five inches to a foot open. I remember looking at the door. I was trying to get to sleep quick so I wouldn't have to deal with getting scared. I remember staring at the door and the light coming from the hallway. I remember thinking how scared I would be if I saw the door move. I couldn't get my eyes away from the door. At this time I was very scared. I've been told before that demons feed off fear. I couldn't think of anything else but the door. It's like I was forced to stare there and just be afraid that something was going to happen. When from out of nowhere I hear my husband's voice. I didn't catch on to the first part of what he said, so I listened harder. I heard, "...and then you should."
His voice was from behind me, so I carelessly thought maybe I fell asleep for a few minutes and he crawled into bed with me and was trying to mess with me before waking me. So feeling happy that he was there with me, I turn around. Everything got smaller as I realized I was immobile, not only in movement, but I literally couldn't think or move except my eyes, and I could only hear what it was saying to me. I also could only fear for an emotion or thought. I wanted to scream for my husband but I couldn't move at all. It took from the beginning of the first word I heard "and" to the last word "should." To realize all these things and to realize that wasn't my husband behind me talking into my ear. I tried to pray, but, as I said, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything but move my eyes and hear and be scared. I was vaguely aware it was trying to taunt me and talk about how scared I was. I think he was trying to say it was my fault he came and also my fault that I became so frightened, but also insinuating that it was really all him.
After I heard the word "should," I blocked what he said out of my head. It made me less scared to try to stop from listening. After he was through talking, which was about two or three sentences, I felt an incredible feeling through out my body. All I could think this whole time is moving, running, praying, running as soon as I could. This feeling was like getting pins and needles into every part of my body. Literally every part my head, my toes, my belly - everywhere. It felt 10 times or even more than pins and needles. I could hear it - it sounded like the roaring of waves, a constant droning sound, and I could see it. I saw what was like water ripples in blackness over and over again. millions of them flashing before my eyes within a few seconds. It slowly faded. everything slowly stopped. With courage, I went to move my hands to make a quick bolt for the door. It worked, barely walking - running, more like - trying so I hard I don't know how I didn't trip. I bolted for the door.
I ran down stairs even faster than I ever thought I could without even caring if I fell. Only to get as far away as possible. I had no idea what I was going to do when my husband was right in front of me. I hugged him for dear life. He decided to stay longer to see what was wrong. We went into the kitchen away from my sleeping mother when I told him the whole story. If only he wasn't in the military, I would have begged him to call out. I refused to go back to the room; he told me not to as well. He then went up there to check it out. He told me that what ever it was was gone. Later, he would tell me that he lied to make me feel a little safer. He said he actually felt a strong presence. I went and turned on the Cartoon Network. Something sure to keep me from thinking about what just happened. I said goodbye again to my hubby who was trying hard to console me. Then he left.
I was lying on my side facing opposite of my mother. I tried going back to sleep, thinking maybe I was just dreaming before. Also hoping I had nothing else to fear but keeping from being scared about it, seeing as being scared seemed to entice the demon to me. I lay there for maybe 20 minutes when my mother woke up and she was asking me something. I caught only some of what she said and turned around while asking her to repeat herself. I turned to find her sleeping like a log. It happened again. I said the hell with sleep, I'm staying up and watching cartoons. There is no way for me trying to get to sleep again that night!
This had only happened to me this once. Although for a while after I would hear things like stuff being banged around in another room, sounds of steps down the stairs, the front door being opened and slammed shut. One particularly frightening time, the front door opened, then slammed shut and I heard footsteps going fast up the stairs, but it stopped midway. I guess he just to tell me he was still around. One thing I have heard more than once is that demons feed off off fear, its how they get there kicks.
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