Can't remember if I've typed this before so.... I'll just type it all out again! =D
I was one of those "Since God's good then He'll accept me no matter what so I don't need to worry" kinda people.
Interested in those "cool" things like ghosts, phycic(sp?) powers and the like.
Then I Met my current Girlfriend and we started dating. She was(still is) Christian and often taught me about things or told me about God.
Me, being the way I was. Thought she was just silly for believing it and made arguments of my own to try and prove her wrong. (funny how now I see how weak they are. ^^;; )
After about a year I started having some issues.
Going around my house at night I could 'feel' things watching me. I don't just mean "Hmm... somehting there?" I mean I can feel it strongly enough I could point straight where it was and give a discription on how it was shaped. It would watch me. Staring from the corner of our living room. Instilling such fear into me I would rush through as quickly as I could not daring to turn away.
Other times There was a Dog outside the window. accross the street. watching me through the window. I couldnt see it. but again the feeling was so strong I knew exactly where it was standing.
I would be in the garage at night talking to my girlfriend so as not to wake my mother. The thing from the living room was there. in the rafters. crawling around quickly always trying to stay behind/above me. Watching me. I felt slight comfort standing under the floresent light over the tools.
It would follow me, crawlign along the ceiling of the house when I headed back to my room. sometimes I closed my door fast enough and felt it stop and dissapear. but other times it got into my room. and then dissapeared.
Sometimes in the garage my Girlfriend told me to repeat what she said as she read form the bible. Thinking to myself "Well what good is THAT gona do?" but I did it anyways. and it worked. the thing left as I started speaking and was gone for the rest of the night. Went through this a few times.
My mom was (still kinda is) into that Sylvia brown lady and other type things. and brought home a book about different demons or being. somehting. I had described to her the thing in the garage. and she opened the book (which I never looked into or saw before) and went to a page that had the same demon on it that I was seeing. it was an image of that there Chupacabre.(chupathingy)(RvB reference for the win.
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I started actually seeing things. images. flashes of light. faces out of the corner of my eyes. once even a woman standing in my room as I turned to leave it. pretty looking in a long green dress like medieval fantasy type things.
Several months of this happening.
while it was happening my girlfriend was still teaching me about God and Jesus and I was slowly getting the picture. Clawing like crazy for it not to be true. but realising it was.
One night I tried praying. I was in bed. Turned on my side and started talking to jesus. and then a vision. I'm fairly certain it wasnt a dream as I was still aware of myself laying there speaking. I was on a big lift. Riding it upwards. I was the marine from the Doom3 game. with everything around me in the same graphics. I reached the top. and there was a man there. he had the image of Jesus that I see on pictures TV and the like. He pointed to my right, indicating I had to go that way. and then there was a bright (Really bright) light on my right. I never looked away from the man, but started walking sideways into the light. But as I got closer it got harder to walk into the light. Eventually it felt like I was pushing against a wall and couldn't go any further. I gave up pushing. and the man lowerd his arm looking saddened. Then my surroundings changed. I was just somewhere. no body/form. fire all around me, in the background. and a guy in a very nice looking red suit was there laughing in my face. then I opened my yes, stoped praying and freaked out. Then went to sleep.
Summer. 2006. Garage again. Same ol story. Talking with Girlfriend. Demon is there. but this time. there's a wall between me and it. it's stuck in a corner behind some kinda wall I somehow knew was there by God. my girlfriend urged me to accept Jesus. and after all that. the thoughts. The confusion. The doubts. The fear. The realization. I did it.
That night (or a couple of nights afterwards) that demon came back one last time. I was in bed. it crawled along my ceiling towards me. I'm now under the covers quite a bit. it crawls down the wall towards me. slowly reaching at my head. it gets within a heairs breadth of my head. and then vanished. never to be seen again.
The things I was seeing slowly faded away.
The last time I saw the dog. it ran past my house and down the street. gone.
Once in a while I can still feel a Demon around. not necissary focused on my. but in a strong enough presence I know where he's at and what he's doing. (like one that was chasing the train I was on for a while.)
And..well...that's my story.
