Greetings
I've had two experiences, the first in 1996 with a demon at the end of my bed and another when I was twenty-six with a ghost that played with the lights.
On New Years 1996, I had a sleepover with my BFFs Lisa and Anne, and Lisa got the bright idea to try and contact the Phantom of the Opera, Erik, and communicate with him via a candle flame (looong story why she chose Erik). I thought the candle was a stupid idea because of how easily the flame flickers in even the faintest of breezes, but humored her. Not long afterward, an invisible presence took up residence at the end of my bed, and my BFFs and I decided it was Erik (why we thought it was him and why 'he' was paying us a visit is another long story). The cool factor of hosting Le Fantome wore off after a while because, frankly, I was scared, especially after realizing one evening that I'd ended up in a game I didn't know the rules for and I was playing for my life. My room was the only place 'he' manifested and on the occasions my parents came into my room they were completely oblivious to 'his' presence.
One night--I forget how long it was after Erik arrived--I was climbing into bed after turning the lights out and saw a pair of neon green eyes hovering just above the foot of my bed. At the time, I had a captain's bed, which is elevated a few feet off the floor, so I'm sure you can understand why I'd be surprised and shocked by a pair of eyes at the end of my bed. To make sure what I was seeing weren't just figments of my mind as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I shut my eyes--and the green eyes were gone. When I opened my eyes again, the green eyes were still above the foot of my bed. 'Scared' is an understatement.
A few months after that, in July, I was hit by a three-week-long stretch of insomnia--most likely the result of a 'friend' putting a spell on me--which ended up driving me to God and I became a Christian near the end of September, and that's when Erik left for good. I highly doubt that's a coincidence.
My second encounter was eleven years or so later when I was renting part of the third floor in a converted Victorian. There was some kind of entity that messed with the hall light in the first floor main hall and the back staircase that led to the basement, where the washing machines were. The lights were on timers and motion sensors, which I definitely took into account, but when a light turns itself on when there's no one and nothing going past the sensor and it comes on just as you're coming up the front steps toward the front door, and that happens regularly...yeah. The same would happen when I'd go around to the back door to get in to the basement to do laundry. The light would turn itself on as I was opening the screen door or putting my key into the lock. Nothing (that I know of) ever happened other than the lights on the first floor, so there you are. Weirded me out some, but harmless and benign.
I believe that the majority of what people want to call supernatural happenings have entirely natural explanations, but as Shakespeare said, there are greater things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophies, and the Bible makes it clear there are unseen forces at work around us. I've encountered those who think the Ouija Board is only a game and you can play around with the supernatural and not get hurt, and I often have to restrain myself from telling them not to be stupid; messing with the supernatural is an incredibly stupid thing to do and bad things can, and do, happen. In college, a neighbor and some of her sorority sisters decided it would be fun to do a skit about an exorcism. I didn't know what they were up to when I first heard the shrieking and calls for the spirit to come out of Emily (or whatever her name was) and wasn't sure if I should grab my Bible and run next door to pray for Divine intervention or hide under my bed and pray whatever was next door wouldn't come after me next. I'm honestly surprised their little stunt didn't invite in a spirit or two. I hate the way the supernatural has been made to look all cool and fashionable and like a tamed tiger, because what's out there isn't tame in the least.
On New Years 1996, I had a sleepover with my BFFs Lisa and Anne, and Lisa got the bright idea to try and contact the Phantom of the Opera, Erik, and communicate with him via a candle flame (looong story why she chose Erik). I thought the candle was a stupid idea because of how easily the flame flickers in even the faintest of breezes, but humored her. Not long afterward, an invisible presence took up residence at the end of my bed, and my BFFs and I decided it was Erik (why we thought it was him and why 'he' was paying us a visit is another long story). The cool factor of hosting Le Fantome wore off after a while because, frankly, I was scared, especially after realizing one evening that I'd ended up in a game I didn't know the rules for and I was playing for my life. My room was the only place 'he' manifested and on the occasions my parents came into my room they were completely oblivious to 'his' presence.
One night--I forget how long it was after Erik arrived--I was climbing into bed after turning the lights out and saw a pair of neon green eyes hovering just above the foot of my bed. At the time, I had a captain's bed, which is elevated a few feet off the floor, so I'm sure you can understand why I'd be surprised and shocked by a pair of eyes at the end of my bed. To make sure what I was seeing weren't just figments of my mind as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I shut my eyes--and the green eyes were gone. When I opened my eyes again, the green eyes were still above the foot of my bed. 'Scared' is an understatement.
A few months after that, in July, I was hit by a three-week-long stretch of insomnia--most likely the result of a 'friend' putting a spell on me--which ended up driving me to God and I became a Christian near the end of September, and that's when Erik left for good. I highly doubt that's a coincidence.
My second encounter was eleven years or so later when I was renting part of the third floor in a converted Victorian. There was some kind of entity that messed with the hall light in the first floor main hall and the back staircase that led to the basement, where the washing machines were. The lights were on timers and motion sensors, which I definitely took into account, but when a light turns itself on when there's no one and nothing going past the sensor and it comes on just as you're coming up the front steps toward the front door, and that happens regularly...yeah. The same would happen when I'd go around to the back door to get in to the basement to do laundry. The light would turn itself on as I was opening the screen door or putting my key into the lock. Nothing (that I know of) ever happened other than the lights on the first floor, so there you are. Weirded me out some, but harmless and benign.
I believe that the majority of what people want to call supernatural happenings have entirely natural explanations, but as Shakespeare said, there are greater things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophies, and the Bible makes it clear there are unseen forces at work around us. I've encountered those who think the Ouija Board is only a game and you can play around with the supernatural and not get hurt, and I often have to restrain myself from telling them not to be stupid; messing with the supernatural is an incredibly stupid thing to do and bad things can, and do, happen. In college, a neighbor and some of her sorority sisters decided it would be fun to do a skit about an exorcism. I didn't know what they were up to when I first heard the shrieking and calls for the spirit to come out of Emily (or whatever her name was) and wasn't sure if I should grab my Bible and run next door to pray for Divine intervention or hide under my bed and pray whatever was next door wouldn't come after me next. I'm honestly surprised their little stunt didn't invite in a spirit or two. I hate the way the supernatural has been made to look all cool and fashionable and like a tamed tiger, because what's out there isn't tame in the least.