The hair is standing up on the back of my neck as I write this. I just read three stories about robed demons that eerily resemble an experience I had in my early 20s.
I believe the year was 1988. I lived in Fresno, California with my parents. My dad was and still is a pastor in that area. I don't remember anything unusual about the evening. I went to bed, fell asleep, and the next thing I remember I was wide awake and staring at the door of my room as a small, black demon in a cloak floated in my room toward my bed holding a noose.
The demon was transparent, but the noose looked real. I was paralyzed as this event occurred. My eyes were the only thing moving on my body. My mind was racing, but I couldn't utter a word.
I had been taught as a child that if you spoke the name of Jesus that demons had to flee, so I was screaming JESUS! in my mind, but to no avail. As the demon slowly approached me, I got more and more terrified. It finally stopped and rested right over the top of my face, and as it lowered the noose, my mouth opened and I screamed "JESUS!"
It ran out of the room and my body was no longer paralyzed. I ran to my mom and dad's room crying. I was so upset and didn't want to go back to my room, so my mom came into the living room with me. She fell asleep on the recliner while I lay on the couch.
I finally drifted off to sleep only to be awakened by heavy breathing on my face. Again, I was paralyzed and scared out of my mind. I remember trying to scream, but I couldn't even open my eyes this time. I'm not sure what happened, but my mouth was released and I screamed and woke my mom up. I didn't see the demon that time, but only felt its breath.
I haven't had another experience like that since. I haven't really talked about or shared it for fear that people would think I'm crazy, but some of these stories I read made me realize that I'm not the only one out there with a demonic story.
