Hi to all. The events I am going to tell you about
happened in the later part of 1989 to the mid part of 1990.
I have always had spirits around me and even though I
cannot say that some of these encounters didn't scare me,
they did, mainly they were more comforting than anything
else. This is not true of what I had happen to me in 1989
and 1990 however. Comforting is the farthest from what
these were.
My son, daughter, boyfriend and myself had just moved out
of a place and was trying to find another place to move
into. In the meantime we were staying at a friends
parents house who was nice enough to offer us room and
board at a very cheap price. We had been staying with
them for about a week when the first incident happened.
It was a Friday night and we had rented a couple of
movies, one of them was Hellraiser, and we, my son, Shane,
daughter, Erica, my boyfriend *Bob*, his friend Matt, and
myself stayed up watching them. It was around 11:00 pm
when we decided to call it a night and go to bed.
Erica my daughter slept in the same room with Bob and me
on a cot next to our bed. The bed that we slept in was a
Waterbed frame with a regular queen size mattress in it
instead of a waterbed mattress. This left a space of
about 2 inches on both sides. The side I slept on was up
against the wall. We had very little room in the room to
move around in.
We all got into bed and said our goodnights and soon Erica
and Bob were both sound asleep. I have never gone to
sleep very fast so I was laying there listening to both of
them breathing. I closed my eyes and was waiting for
sleep to take over when I felt a difference in the room.
Specifically right next to me where the wall was. I am
not sure how to explain this but you know when you sleep
next to a wall you feel that wall next to you even without
touching it. Well it all of a sudden felt like the wall
was no longer there. I opened my eyes and looked to my
left. What I saw was nothing, I mean nothing as in a
black hole that was about 5 feet in diameter and the
blackness was like it was composed of nothing. It was so
black that even the street light that shined in through
the bedroom window didn't reflect off of it. I looked
down the length of the wall towards my feet and could see
the light reflecting off the white wall everywhere else
but this black hole of nothingness. I noticed I couldn't
hear Erica and Bob any longer and turned to look at them
when I was grabbed by 4 hands, 2 on one shoulder and upper
arm and 2 on the other, and pulled into this black hole.
I couldn't see who or what was pulling me but I could feel
there breath and smell it as it hit my face. I was being
pulled down into this nothingness and I knew if I didn't
do something that when everyone woke up in the morning I
wouldn't be there and would never be seen again. I
started screaming for Bob over and over to help me but it
seemed like my voice wasn't going anywhere. As my legs
slid down I felt the wooden waterbed frame and when my
toes hit the edge I hooked them on the edge of the frame
and prayed. I was still screaming for Bob but now I also
had started screaming for God to help me and praying as
hard as I could. I felt 2 hands grab my ankles and pull
and for a few seconds I felt like the rope in a tug of war
contest. Bob, who was pulling on my ankles, won.
Needless to say we were both pretty freaked out me
especially. Bob was asking me what happened and how I got
into the wall. I think he was shaking as much as I was.
We got up, picked up Erica, who was still asleep, and went
into the living room, where we slept the rest of the
night. What sleep we were able to get. Nothing else
happened while we were there. The smell of the things and
that whole was terrible. It was a like a mixture of
sulfur, and death a thousand times over. This was in
Sept. 1989.
Feb. 1990. Bob and I had broken up for a while and I had
gone to stay at my moms. My son and I slept in her second
bedroom on twin beds. I had told my son about what had
happened and told him that if he heard me screaming for
help to please try to help if he could. We had been at
my moms for 2 or 3 weeks and even though it had been a
while since that had happened I still had nightmares about
it.
Well this one night we had stayed up and watched a
comedy special on TV and then went to bed. Erica and my
mom were already asleep in their room so Shane, and I made
our way to bed after locking up and turning everything
off. It wasn't long before I could hear the rhythmic
breathing of Shane sleeping. I was laying there eyes
closed trying to fall asleep. My bed on one side of the
room against a wall on my left and Shanes was on the other
side against the wall on his right. As I laid there
relaxing waiting for sleep I started smelling a very foul
odor. It wasn't strong at first but soon I recognized the
smell and opened my eyes. Before I could get them
completely open I was grabbed again and started getting
pulled. I screamed as loud as I could, yelling Shanes
name and yelling up to God again. I knew that this time I
didn't have anything to hook my toes on and I would for
sure be gone if Shane or someone didn't hear me. This
time my waste was grabbed and I heard Shanes voice yelling
to leave his mom alone and that they couldn't have me. He
was pulling with all of his might. Next thing that
happened was the two of us landing in the middle of the
floor on our rear ends and holding onto each other very
tightly. Sleep was not going to happen that night at
least not in that room or in that bed. After we were able
to get up without shaking too much we went back into the
living room and pulled out the sleeper sofa and laid there
the rest of the night. Nothing more happened for the rest
of the time I was there, which was about another week.
Bob and I reconciled and we moved back in together. In
May some friends of ours invited us over to a party they
were throwing and it sounded like a fun time so we decided
to go. We took the kids over to my moms to spend the
night and we went to the party. We had a real good time
at the party and before we knew it it was getting pretty
late. Both of us had had a couple of drinks and didn't
want to have to drive home. Also our friends told
everyone there that if they wanted to stay the night
instead of drive home it was ok to do so. I was pretty
tired and wanted to go to sleep but there was still people
ready to party and I knew that it wasn't going to be very
soon that they left or went to sleep. I asked my friend
if it would be ok if I laid down in the extra bed in her
sons room and she said that would be fine. Bob decided to
come to bed to so we said our good nights and went down to
the end of the hallway where her sons room was. He was
over at a friends house for the night so we weren't
worried about waking him up. The door before his room was
the bathroom. I mention this for a specific reason as you
will soon see. We had only been laying down for about 10
minutes when the room got very hot. The type of hot that
makes it hard to breath. I also could smell that smell
again. The same smell like the other two times but not as
strong. I must say that the bed we were laying in WAS NOT
against a wall this time. I asked Bob if the room felt
very hot and if he could smell anything to both he said
yes and that the smell was bad enough to almost make him
throw up. I was looking around that room trying to see if
I could see anything at all. I wasn't sure what I was
looking for but I figured if I saw a humanoid shape with
horns than I would be on the right track. I didn't see
anything though. As I was doing this Bob was trying to
get out of bed but said he could hardly move. He said it
felt like his body had been weighted down with something.
I was already scared and this just made matters worse.
The thought that went through my head was that *they* were
doing this to Bob on purpose so when *they* grabbed me he
wouldn't be able to help. As this thought was going
through my head, I was still looking around the room for
anything that didn't look right, the bedroom door opened.
One of the other girls at the party had to use the
restroom and mixed up the doors. When she opened the door
the first thing she did was scream and the next thing was
scream some more. She was staring at a place at the foot
of the bed we were in only up almost to the ceiling. Her
scream brought everyone back to the bedroom to see what
had happened. When my friend got there she pushed this
girl aside and flipped on the light, she told me later she
thought she was going to see Bob and me dead and cut up or
something, but all she saw was Bob and me laying in the
bed wide eyed and looking shocked. We got up and helped
calm the girl down. When she was able to talk without
freaking out she told us what she saw when she opened that
door. This is what she told us. (by the way no one
there, not even my friend knew about my prior 2
experiences, except for Bob and myself.)
She had to go to the bathroom and thought that it was the
last door on the right. She opened the door and the light
from the hallway immediately lit up the room enough to see
everything and everyone in it. She noticed the smell and
saw this thing that she described as the Devil himself
standing at the foot of the bed on the side I was on. She
also saw 2 small creatures that she described as looking
like mutants from some horror flick. They were on Bobs
side. Their arms were longer than they should have been
and they looked like they were holding him down. The
thing she called the Devil was looking at me and was
reaching out to me like he was going to grab me or
something. She screamed and all three things looked at
her. She screamed again and felt the most hate and
badness she could have ever imagined coming off of them
and directed towards her for, what she got as a message in
her head, "interrupting them." Then they were gone.
We all sat in silence for what seemed like forever. I
don't remember who said what first but I know that
eventually we were able to digest what we heard and we
started talking.
That was the last time that anything has happened with the
Devil and his followers trying to get me. I don't know
why they were trying to get me and may never know. I have
always believed in God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit and I
also believe that the Devil exists too. I am glad that
their attempts to take me failed and that God kept me safe
from harm. I am also glad that they haven't tried again.
I do not however sleep with my bed up against a wall any
more and haven't since then.
You can believe what happened to me or not, it don't
really matter. What does matter is that I know it
happened and so does my friends and family, and that God
kept me safe from harm.
I had the marks on my shoulders and arms for almost 2
weeks after the first two attempts were made.
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