A small experience
I saw this community and, even though I've had very few experiences, Both my family and I believe in something beyond this world. This certain experience takes place when I was about thirteen or fourteen, about a month before my grandmother passed away.
I remember that I was sleeping and was suddenly awakened for no reason (I wasn't having a nightmare and I didn't hear any strange noises). The only thing I found odd was that I couldn't move, but that could have been contributed to sleep paralysis. I was about to fall asleep when I suddenly felt nothing, but complete and utter fear rack my body. I can't really explain why, but I felt an evil presence lurking in front of my bed where the walls to my grandmother's room and mine connected.
I could feel it there, but I couldn't see it. So I hid under my covers, hoping that it would protect me from the evil presence. I stayed like that for about half hour until I realized it wasn't going away. So I put my hands together and began to pray to God and Jesus to make the evil go away. I'm not trying to be a religious cliche, but slowly I felt the evil leave and I stopped feeling afraid.
About a month later my grandmother died of her illness. A little after that I told my mother about my experience. She went to my father, a wicken priest, and asked him to bless the house with protection; he did and told me that if I ever felt that way again to tell my mother(my parents had long since divorced and he was living in his own apartment). I haven't experienced anything like that since then, but I have kept myself from messing in anything paranormal without my father knowing about it.
I remember that I was sleeping and was suddenly awakened for no reason (I wasn't having a nightmare and I didn't hear any strange noises). The only thing I found odd was that I couldn't move, but that could have been contributed to sleep paralysis. I was about to fall asleep when I suddenly felt nothing, but complete and utter fear rack my body. I can't really explain why, but I felt an evil presence lurking in front of my bed where the walls to my grandmother's room and mine connected.
I could feel it there, but I couldn't see it. So I hid under my covers, hoping that it would protect me from the evil presence. I stayed like that for about half hour until I realized it wasn't going away. So I put my hands together and began to pray to God and Jesus to make the evil go away. I'm not trying to be a religious cliche, but slowly I felt the evil leave and I stopped feeling afraid.
About a month later my grandmother died of her illness. A little after that I told my mother about my experience. She went to my father, a wicken priest, and asked him to bless the house with protection; he did and told me that if I ever felt that way again to tell my mother(my parents had long since divorced and he was living in his own apartment). I haven't experienced anything like that since then, but I have kept myself from messing in anything paranormal without my father knowing about it.