Posted: October 25, 2012
My story begins with me telling you I spent many nights frozen in fear while lying in bed while I was a child. My story ends with me telling you that I do believe in demons, because I have lived with one.
What you should know is that I grew up in a violent, chaotic house. This was caused by my oldest brother who was a schizophrenic, an alcoholic and drug addict, who was also prone to physical attacks on others. The safest place for me was in my room, with my door locked.
The incidents I am about to tell you about started happening when I was either 8 or 9 years old. I would awaken in the middle of the night, and the only way I can describe what woke me is fear, the kind of sick fear that makes your stomach hurt. I would be unable to move from the fear, I couldn’t even make a sound. What would catch my attention is the bottom of my closed bedroom door, and the light that shone under it from the hallway. I would see feet standing on the other side of the door. I would watch these feet for what seemed like hours. Every once in awhile, the feet would shift, and I could hear the floor creak. Sometimes the feet would walk away, and then come back in a few minutes. I knew it wasn’t my brother, he was in jail at the time. Only once did I get a glimpse of what the feet looked like. They weren’t like feet we think of, they were long scaly toes with long black toenails. I know it sounds crazy, but that is what I saw. I knew what was on the other side of the door was evil, pure and simple.
Several years went by and these episodes had slowly stopped, or so I thought. I was 16 years old and had a friend spend the night. We chose to sleep downstairs in my brothers old room, because we knew we would keep everyone else up with our talking and laughing. I slept on the bed in the corner, and my friend slept on a cot beside me, closest to the door. I had not been asleep for long when my friend called out to me “wake up, wake up, there’s someone in the room”…I knew when I opened my eyes, my nighttime visitor had returned, I felt the evil. I slowly walked to the light switch and turned it on. Of course there was nothing there. My friend told me that she saw “someone” actually come through the bedroom door, walk to her side of the cot and lean over her. She felt this thing breath on her, she could hear it. Then she said she heard it sniffing, like it was smelling her. She never got a good look at what this was, because she had shut her eyes after it had started moving towards her. She was terrified and called her mother to come pick her up…even though it was 3:30 in the morning. She was shaking and crying even by the time her mom came to get her. She never spent the night again, and she wouldn’t speak about it afterwards.
What I do know, is that whatever it was, was looking for me. I can’t explain why I was spared this particular experience of being watched while I sleep, unless i was unaware of it happening. I do feel bad for my friend. I have felt evil, and I have lived with it.
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