Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I was younger, I would see this big black figure, it was very tall, tall enough that as I laid in bed and saw it coming from around the corner, its head nearly touched the ceiling. (so about 6 1/2 feet) I used to get paralyzed by it. It would stand next to my entertainment stand and seemingly stare at me. I would have dismissed these occurrences, but when my brother had that room before I did, he saw something too and that was when he moved back upstairs to his old room.

This happened often, I even had dreams about it to where I’d try to run up the stairs from it, but my feet would stick to the stairs and it would slowly come at me. Before I moved out of my moms house, I saw it again and tried to run through it to get away and go upstairs and have felt this… darkness inside of me since. Every place I’ve lived, I’ve seen its shadow. I tried to pass it off as anything other than what it was clear to be for so long. Then, I stayed the night at a friends house and we were sitting up in bed together talking because he suffered from bad insomnia. We dozed off and I woke up because I felt like the room was shifting. I looked at the night stand and it felt as though the room were mildly spinning and I felt a presence. I looked at the end of the bed and this dark figure stood there and suddenly splayed its arms upwards. It took my breath away and I looked over to see that my friend was awakened by it and his jaw was dropped and his eyes were fixed on what we saw. I almost screamed at that point because I knew then that I was definitely not crazy. That experience felt menacing, like it was trying to frighten us. I had several experiences, negative experiences, in his house.

When I moved a few years ago, my boyfriend and I lived briefly in a townhouse. I was sitting on the couch, reading, the TV was off but I caught something out of the corner of my eye and in the reflection of the TV was the image of a dark figure sitting cross-legged in a nearby corner, but there was nothing there. Another night there, we were laying and watching a movie, I had dozed off and was awoken suddenly by what felt like a deep surge of energy and I could not breathe. The power went out 1 minute or so later and came back on.

The next place I lived, we awoke to a tall figure standing at the foot of the bed and it felt like I was being strangled, when I looked over at my boyfriend, he too was struggling to breathe and then it just disappeared and we could breathe again. My kids wanted that room after we got everything moved in and situated and my son came running out of the room in the middle of the night, his eyes bloodshot and he was crying, freaking out. He was about 3 – 4 then and started to bawl that there was a tall man in his room and he tried to choke him, but there was nothing there. We went to the measures of using protection salts and stones and had only a couple experiences there.

I’ll cut to the chase now. We moved back into my old house and the kids were gone for the weekend, my fiancé was at work so I had the house to myself. I turned off the TV, all the lights except the one in the living room and began meditating. I always have had beneficial, relaxing experiences with that. This time was different. I dropped all guard and my mind went to a place it had never been and I had no control over. I saw a face… what I can only describe as some kind of demon. Its skin was an orangish color, its eyes were black and it had deep lines in the forehead and under the eyes… and these teeth… these scary teeth. I engaged it mentally and asked if it was what was following me and it told me yes. Without any control, I heard myself ask it what its name was, and it was like there were many voices but I heard a name. I told it to leave me be, and very harshly, and very physically, it shoved me backwards into the floor. I had a hard time moving, my breathing was shallow and I felt like my very essence had been sucked away from me. I laid there for a long time before forcing myself up and I crawled into the shower. I went back out and collapsed into the floor. I was clammy and pale and was so stunned and frightened that I didn’t even know what to do. My fiancé came home and he caught one look of my face and knew something was seriously wrong. I was completely pale and I found it hard to even speak. It left bruises on my shoulders. It was the most genuinely terrifying moment of my life.

I feel like there is a darkness inside of me, deep inside. I’ve had the ability, which I can sometimes control, other times, it happens by accident, where if someone gets me really upset, past that point of return where I white out, then I can make bad things happen to people. I usually don’t mean for the things to happen, and I feel guilty for admitting this, but there were times that I did mean it because of how awful the trespass was against me. It’s like I can dole out instant karma when someone is being cruel and mean towards me enough to where I get that familiar feeling and within an hour, a series of bad things happen to the persons belongings or themselves. Nothing too serious, but enough that those people who know this about me watch what they say just in case.

Bottom line? I don’t know what to do about this. I don’t know how to make this “thing” go away, and if that dark figure is the reason I have the very real ability to inflict revenge upon people who willingly hurt me in some way that hits a deep level. I don’t want this thing. I am scared to meditate anymore after that experience. I don’t know what the meaning behind it was, but it didn’t feel good.

Sent in by Kay C. Oliver, Copyright 2011