reply to post by cosmikDebris
Greetings, CosmicDebris and all ATS alumni and newbies, like moi,
When I was young, around 20, I was sleeping alongside my BF of 4 years and the full moon lit our waterbed perfectly...the house was an old one, which
had recently had its guts ripped out and the bedroom was the only room finished. Everything else in the house was shrouded in heavy sheets of plastic,
dust lay thick on everything and each area was filled with tools, saw horses and so on.
During the day, dads and friends came by to help, but they generally did not work night shifts...so when I awoke quite abruptly at 2 or 3 am one
night, the house was quiet. I knew no one was working, but I heard something that froze my blood and in that second, I also realized that the almost
blue moon illuminated the bed in a way I found vaguely...disturbing. It centered at the foot of our bed and rose to encompass the entire headboard.
Everything happened in high speed - that 'something' I heard was one of those saws in the living room - it began to squeal and screech. It was so
loud, I thought is would wake the neighbours, never mind my BF - who was a light sleeper, but who on this occasion, didn't even look alive - he did
not even flicker an eyelash.
At the same moment that I looked over at him, I became aware of the strangest feeling - I could move my eyes and my neck, to a more limited
degree...but I couldn't move the rest of me to save my life (paralysis). At the same moment, I focused on the door, which was in the direct eye line
beyond my BF...the door was ALWAYS kept closed due to the heavy dust and gyprock. Now, however, it stood a full 6 inches open. I felt such an
emotional reaction to that simple but reality-based thing that I knew I was not sleeping, this was as real as real as it gets. In the twilight
I knew my BF was not awake - not 'there' if you like - so my eyes were glued to that door - and when the saw stopped and heavy, thudding footsteps
made their steady but slow way to our door - I swear, I thought my own heart would explode out of my chest...and I watched as that damned door began
to open...as though someone was gently pushing at it.
The door pushed open in the shadows and I could make out a very large, dark and dreadlock-kind-of-hair male who slowly entered the bedroom. To say I
was terrified was one thing, but the worst part was the sense of being alone with no defenses...it was me and this...thing. It did not have horns or
anything like that, but it was terrifying to me and more so because I was laid out on the bed like a freaking offering or something. It radiated
intentions that were dangerous to me...but I had no clue what those might be...but the energy was sinister, no doubt about that.
This man thing was angry, but not in the way one might think - it was speaking to me, about how certain people thought they were superior to others
and that I was nothing but 'white trash' (that I DO remember) and it moved into the rectangle of the window that cast its light up onto our bed. He
continued to condemn us (women?) and I was still frozen, panicked, feeling like I was in a nightmare - after all, this could not be real, could it?
(But I knew it was...)
He then moved up my side of the bed and laid his head on my stomach with his ear down, as one would when listening for a fetal heartbeat, and at the
same time, his large hand came up to cover my face....and then I felt panic that went beyond - miles beyond the panic I already was feeling - his
little finger entered my mouth in a very symbolic way and I knew that if I didn't do something fast, I would go somewhere that would drive me insane
ultimately - so I prayed to God, even as I bit down on that finger, which had lengthened and seemed to have a furry tip, like a rat - I BIT for my
life, and repeated over and over 'you are not real, you are not real' while focusing my mind and heart on goodness and love. His strength battled mine
He was gone. Poof. Gone. I gradually got control of my body back and the first thing I did was freak on my BF (who was oddly groggy - he actually said
that he felt someone had drugged him - which is what these kinds of energies are known for - being able to put others in the bed into a trance like
state, which I only found out later via research) - I made him turn on all the lights and could not sleep there for around a week or 10 days...until
the house was put together.
I believe my youth, fertility, the stage of the moon, the guts of the house removed, and my own natural interest and work within the metaphysical and
spiritual worlds left me open to such a visit. It has never happened again, for I am now a Crone...lol. And thank God for that, for my heart could not
take another round.
Thanks for letting me share - not a story I tell often.
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