October 2005 Page 9
I was nervous from the time I lay down to go to sleep. I had this feeling of sadness and fear, like something bad was going to happen. I just thought it was my overactive mind again, but I still said a little prayer for God to watch over me before I went to sleep. I finally dozed off, but something woke me up at 4 a.m., and what I will always remember is that feeling of waking up and KNOWING something was in the room watching me
I sat up and I was scared. I instinctively looked in the corner of my room and I saw a man standing there in a black robe with a hood that covered his face in darkness. He was of average height and a little plump. He just stood looking at me. He was conveying to me telepathically his anger. What I remember most about him was his anger. By now I was too scared to move, so I just lay there, frozen, but I remember I said, "Go away. I don't want to talk to you." He stood there for a second and then he left. I didn't go back to sleep.
The next morning I talked to my mom and dad about what I saw. They believed me and were a little freaked out, so I talked to Jon, my youth minister at church. He helped me understand what was going on and told me as a Christian I had command over the demon, and all that I had to do was tell it to leave in Jesus's name, but I had to have FAITH that God would deliver me. So I prayed about it and I knew God would keep me safe. I remember the peace God gave me.
I had hoped that the demon had gone away for good, but little did I know I would see him again. A month or so later I was asleep in our living room and I had that same feeling of being scared. At the time I was watching TV and then the room got cold and the TV got quiet. This loud ringing, popping sound, like there was a lot of electricity in the air, came into my head and then there he was in the corner, 15 feet or so away. I could barely see him, but I knew he was there. He was like a faded shadow, still as angry as ever. I was scared, but I said, "Get behind me, Satan. I command you to leave in Jesus's name."
Holy crap! That got him mad – madder than anything I have ever seen. He was so unbelievably angry that I had told him to leave. I heard this intense, unnatural kind of screaming sound in my head and he rushed quickly right at me, but began fading. Then he completely disappeared right when he got to my face. I could almost feel his breath on my face. After that, he hasn't been back. This time I think he is gone for good.
I drew a picture of him the next day to show my mom what he looked like. She was a little spooked, but I know he is gone. My house feels happy and doesn't have that feeling of sadness, and I no longer feel like I am being watched. I still sleep with a cross necklace should he come back. But I feel that God has sent me an angel to watch over me and comfort me. Well, at least I know it's all over. I am still going to bless my house this weekend though.
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