posted on Feb, 1 2009 @ 08:26 AM
I suffered a disturbing night-time attack from an entity in my teenage years.
I had borrowed a book from a friend who I knew had practised many kinds of sceance, magic and used ouija. I did not subscribe and have not subscribed
to proactively involving myself with the spirit world - although I have had many experiences.
The book was a novel. It was not esoteric in nature.
I had borrowed the novel. Read it before falling a sleep and during a dream a voice came into the dream, telling me to wake up...that something was
not right and I was in danger.
I woke up to find myself lying on my right side, with my arms held behind my back and my hips being 'bounced' into the bed. I remember looking
around the room and trying to reason internally what was happening. I wondered if I was fitting, but then rejected that as I felt I would not have
been as lucid as I was. I also think it is strange that both arms were behind my back - held high up. Not a natural sleep position, for anyone other
than David Blaine perhaps!
At the same time as this, I felt a real, heavy darkness behind me on the bed and I felt a weight moving up my body as I was looking around the
As I began to become more disturbed by what was happening, I decided I had best call for my mother.
As I did the 'weight' accelerated up my body and I felt my tongue being pulled to the back of my throat only allowing me to release a muffled few
sounds - I got the 'm' out of mother and that was it.
All the way through I could hear the banging of my right hip on the bed and the loud rustling of the bedclothes. My arms were behind my back.
I began to think about what I could do. I had been told by my mother that the 23rd Psalm was the strongest, so I began to recite that. By the end of
the 1st verse I was able to sit up and put a light on - which was damn lucky as I didnt know anymore!
I was so scared, that I crawled into bed beside my mother...not generally what a headstrong 17 yr old will do.
I continued to be harassed by that entity for a couple of years, but it never got as close as it did that night. The book was given back almost the
I have always wondered if it was the book that brought it into my life. Does anyone else have any negative experiences with objects which have been in
potentially negative environments?