I'm a 32-year-old active duty US Army soldier. These events all started when I was about 13 years old till present day. I had been living in Shreveport, Louisiana with my mom, dad and three older brothers at the time. Growing up, we didn't have much money and our house was a small three-bedroom (one in which I shared with my older brother), one-bathroom home. All my life I felt as If I was an outcast or some how different. I hardly fit in with crowds and didn't have many friends. My oldest brother and I shared a bunk bed, and I slept in the bottom bunk.
On one school night, early morning, our room was dark with only the light from our bathroom illuminating from the cracked door. Around 3:30 a.m, I woke up, having a strange feeling overcome my body, the feeling as if somebody was staring at me. I felt completely paralyzed and could not budge or make a sound. Seconds went by and I managed to turn my head to the left just enough to get a glimpse at something I will never forget.
There, right in front of my bed stood five beings, motionless. Four of these creatures resembled the usual alien grays of some sort. They were grayish, with large heads, about four feet tall with long, slender bodies and hands. But the fifth creature was the one that stood out the most. He stood about eight feet tall! His eyes were oval shaped, and even though it was dark in our room, I could still see his eyes pulsating red. It seemed like it was staring right through me. For some reason, I felt as though he was evil and also their leader. His flesh was also not like the others. It was a brownish color, and his face looked like a hooded skeleton.
I don't remember them moving at all, just staring at me and preventing me from moving. They never made a sound. Then all of a sudden I managed to shout to my mom for help. They quickly disappeared. I looked up to see my brother still sound asleep, then ran to my mom's room to tell her. As I predicted, she didn't believe me.
My next experience is what made me a true believer in the paranormal. My episodes continued on and off throughout my teenage years, no matter were we moved. It was now 1994 and I was around 17 years old. At this stage in my life, it got to the point where I knew when my sleep paralysis or abduction would happen before it actually occurred, given certain signs. Either I'd feel a vibrating sensation in my chest area or, upon waking up (sometimes I wouldn't be asleep yet), I wouldn't be able to open my eyes.
We had now moved out of that house and into a fairly larger one. All of my brothers had moved out or married, living on their own, except for me. One night around 11:00 p.m., I was beginning to feel that oh-so-familiar feeling again. But this time it would be far worse than I have ever experienced.
The hour was around 11:00 p.m. My father and I were home. My mom had left for work earlier that evening. I was to be at work for 12:00 a.m. and had just finished ironing my work uniform. Feeling kind of tired, I decided to take a quick nap. (Keep in mind that my bathroom was right outside of my bedroom door.) As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt those feelings run through my chest and overcome my body. Not yet sleep, I quickly tried to open my eyes and spring back up, but it was too late. I had been paralyzed and could not move or talk. I did my usual routine, trying to fight it off by chanting the Lord's name, but this time it had no effect. I felt hopeless.
All of a sudden, I started to hear a sound like somebody was talking in some unknown language. I couldn't make out what it was trying to say, but for some strange reason it reminded me of one of those old Space Invaders video games by ATARI. To make matters worse, it seemed to hate the fact that I chanted the Lord's name. I started to hear a loud buzzing sound, and all of a sudden I felt the most horrific pain I've ever felt in my life. It was like somebody had plugged an electric voltage regulator of some sort directly into my brain! And every time I would attempt to make a sound or move, it would activate the power switch! The pain was intense -- almost unbearable. Also, as I said before, I was never asleep so this wasn't a dream.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, it finally gave in and allowed me to open my eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of a figure. It looked to me like a wrinkly old troll. It was dressed in all black with long, stringy, black hair and huge, red, glowing eyes. I got a strong feeling that it was a female. I watched the shadowy figure hover over my bed for a few seconds then vanish without a trace.
A minute or two passed by and I started to regain my composure. It was hard to believe that only 10 minutes had passed through out the entire session. Still shaking, I decided to get dressed for work and get the heck out of that house! As I walked out of the house, I passed my dad watching TV and told him what happen. I always felt that he was the one that always believed me. He asked me if was I ok and I said, "Yea, I guess so," then I headed off to work.
Now here is the part that terrifies me when I think about it. The next morning I arrived home around 4:30 a.m. To my surprise, my dad was wide awake sitting on the couch with the TV off. I asked him why was he up so early staring at the wall. He said, "After you left for work, what time did your friend leave?" I was speechless for a minute. Then I asked him, "What friend are you talking about? I haven't had any company in two weeks." He said, "Well, that's odd, because about two minutes after you left, an older woman with long black hair came dashing out of your room, into the bathroom and slammed the door!" Then he said that he's been up all night. Having a clear view of the bathroom from the living room, he said she never did come back out. After this was said, we just stared at each other, baffled with our mouths wide open.
Present day, I'm now a deployed soldier serving in Iraq, and my attacks aren't as severe as they were in my teenage years. But on occasions, I still feel an evil presence.
