Ever since I was a small child I had many strange occurrences. You can say that they scared the hell out of me, but some weren't as bad; they were actually very pleasing!
Starting when I was five years old, I continuously had nightmares, all the time, every day. Because of it, I had problems with sleeping and the dark. The night can play tricks on you, make you think you're crazy. But the way I experienced it, the events were no joke. "It" tried to kill me.
As I said, I was five and it was dark, around 10:00 to 12:00 midnight. My parents were fighting as usual and I was evesdropping on the staircase. I was listening to them hollering at each other for almost 15 minutes. Then I heard a buzzing noise next to me. It got louder and louder. I turned around to see what it was and it was so big it was unnatural!
Have you ever seen a giant, black beetle about the size of a five year old? I think not! I could feel my pupils grow small, then I screamed. I ran up my stairs. My parents stopped yelling and told me to go to bed. (My room was next to theirs, and the stairs led to my parents' room.) I turned left to open my door and entered my room. I jumped onto my bed preparing for another nightmare to come.
I always thought that things like that were just a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but I was wrong. The figure kept showing up, but not always as a beetle. In fact, every time I saw it, it came back as something different. The only thing that never changed about was its color -- black. I gave him a name: "The dark thing." I know it's not a very good name, but come on, I was five.
My next meeting with him was in my room. I was still five and the light was off. It was total darkness. I was sleeping for hours and and hours, then -- BAM! -- I could feel him. Immediately I open my eyes, turned my head and analyzed my room. Then my eyes stopped looking around. They were glued onto the door. I thought, "The door was closed before I went to sleep, right?" I noticed something moving on top of my door. It looked to be about the size of myself, and this time it had a body. I was so young I didn't really mind it being there because it took on the face of my brother. He was six, so he was about the same size as me. I asked out loud, "Christian, is that you? Why are you on the door? How did you get up there?" He just stared at me and started crawling around my door. I was like, "How does he do that?" I stared more at him and finally realized he wasn't my brother. Now I got scared. He just sat there, on top of my door, staring at me. I covered my sheets with my blanket and passed out minutes later.
About a year later, six years old, that's when he tried to kill me. Burn me alive while I slept. Luckily, someone or something good drew a border around me to keep me alive.
It was dark. My mom was tucking me in along with my sister in a bed against the wall to the left. The position I slept in was the opposite I usually sleep in. My mother told me to sleep that way because if I didn't, the fan that we used, that was right above my head, would break, fall on my head and set on fire. I told her not to worry and she left the room to let us slumber.
I woke up feeling hot and sweaty. I smelled something burning and said to myself, "It's hot. What's that smell?" Being stubborn, I refused to open my eyes, but I knew something wasn't normal, so I opened my eyes and I saw fire around me! I was literally in a circle of fire, and I wasn't in the position I fell asleep in! I was surprised it didn't even touch me or burn my hair! Alarmed and without a thought, I jumped over the ring of fire and went to my father and hastily told him about the fire on my bed. Minutes later he put out the fire with water. My mother was so surprised about the form of the fire. Around me like a ring. I don't remember clearly, but I think she was crying. My daddy said an angel protected me, kept me safe from being burnt into a biscuit.
I knew the angel was a male because women can't be angels. Later on when I was about 12, I named him Jess. My angel, my protector from my demon, who is also my nightmare. The best thing I can say about what my angel did is this: When I was five, I was in my backyard. It was a sunny day and I was trying to make myself fly. I had my arms flapping in the air and everything, and the next I knew I was lifted up in the air. I was so happy and excited, but it only lasted for a few seconds. I was safely and softly placed to the ground. I tried to tell my parents about it, and they just played along like it was my imagination, but that's their opinion.