March 2004 Page 16
This is a true experience that happened to me, and to this day, I hope it never happens again. I have never been so frightened in my life, before or since.
In the early 1980s, I was working night shift as a nurse where I worked. My job allowed me to read or watch TV during my shift unless I was needed for patient care, so I took to reading the Bible. As it happened, I had been deep into studying the Bible with a correspondence course while I was at work, filling a spiritual need. I went home after work one morning and went right to bed.
A few things important to my story: my husband and I were in our late 20s and had bought a very large house that was over 100 years old. We were remodeling it. Before we moved in, I never understood why it was always colder inside the house than it was outside, so I usually sent my young daughter, Julie, outside to play while we were working on the place, tearing down walls, painting and building, etc. No matter how much we worked on the place, which was spacious and well built, I never liked living there. It had a very dark and musty cellar with very steep steps and an electric light that hung down from a cord in the ceiling. One time that light went out while I was there and scared the daylights out of me. Luckily, the door was open at the top and I quickly got out of there. After that, I rarely went down there, since it gave me the creeps. The other important thing was the layout of my bedroom. It was painted a medium dark blue, and the single, large window was covered with cardboard, tinfoil and heavy drapes. When the bedroom door was closed, it was so dark in there, that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. This was a bad idea, as I later discovered.
I fell fast asleep that morning as nothing had been worrying me. As a matter of fact, I felt loved and secure. My husband was working outside, and I was alone. Gradually, I "heard" a voice that said, "Pat, you must wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up...NOW!!!" This "voice" made me understand that I was in extreme danger. It was not a voice like you hear with your ears, but I knew it was telling me that I must wake up. It was urgently insistent with this warning. I immediately sat bolt upright in that pitch black room and became aware of something incredibly evil in the room with me. My heart began to beat really fast and hard, like it was trying to jump right out of my chest. In cases like this, I have heard that it gets really cold in one's room, but I don't remember that happening.
I opened my eyes and saw something hideous. I don't know how I saw anything in the room, since there was no light source, but I did see it. It did not glow or shine, but it was visible to me. Or perhaps I sensed it psychically, and my brain interpreted it as a visual thing. I don't really know, but it was definitely there. I know that some might say I was dreaming, but this was no dream. I was as wide awake as you are now.
Apparently, this - thing - (for want of a better word) had been floating or hovering over me as I slept. In a split second, it suddenly lowered its head, folded its arms over its head, hugging its body, and literally shot backward into infinity toward the right corner of the bedroom. I got the distinct impression that it did not want me to see its face (and I didn't). For some reason, I thought that it had been close to my mouth with its own face and had either wanted to suck my soul out of me or else it had wanted to get inside of me!
The being was approximately human-sized and it was horrible. Its color was a blackish brown and its arms were more like the wings of a bat, leathery and very full. (It wrapped itself up with those wings as it flew backward into space.)
Trembling with fear and filled with adrenaline, I leaped out of bed and rushed to the bedroom door. Fumbling with the handle (because I couldn't see it), I finally managed to get it open. The most beautiful golden sunshine flooded my room and I stood there gasping for breath and looking behind me for that creature. Confused and terrified, I could not return to that room right then, and I finally slept in the bright light of day that morning.
This incident occurred in a brief moment, of course, but it affected me so strongly that from that day to this, I must ALWAYS have a night light to sleep for fear it might return. It was the most wicked thing I have ever encountered and when I speak of it to others, most people think it might have been a demon. I think so, too. I think that I inadvertently invited that disgustingly filthy evil creature into my bedroom that morning. And I believe the voice I heard was actually my guardian angel who saved me from a terrible fate. I John 1:5: "God is light; in Him there is no darkness at all."
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