Ever since I was little I’ve always felt or seen things going on. It didn’t matter if it was in my house or someone else’s. Sleep paralysis was big because I used to get them twice a week. The older I got the less frequent they got. Sometimes I would see figures or sometimes I would just know they were there but never showed themselves.
Four days ago I had one and it was very terrifying. I got up to use the washroom at exactly 4:30 am. I looked toward the living room and saw a misty white figure standing there. I usually see things like that out of the corner of my eye so it didn’t really bother me.
I laid down to go back to sleep. I could feel my eyes getting real heavy, heavy enough I had to struggle a bit just to open them to look around. I already knew what was going to happen. All of a sudden I felt these arms wrap around my waist. For just a second I thought it was my boyfriend trying to cuddle but then I felt tugging. Like someone was trying to pull me off the bed!
I opened my eyes and saw this huge black mist right in my face! It wasn’t solid. My body could not move but I swore my arms went up to push it away from me. I believe it was my own spirit fighting this thing. I started to moan and I thought for sure nothing was gonna come out but it did! Loud enough that my boyfriend heard it and woke up.
As soon as I felt him move the mist just disappeared like it wasn’t even there! My arms were under the covers like they were when I first fell asleep. I had felt like I really had put up a fight with this thing.
After this happened my boyfriend put his arms around me, I guess to protect me. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I just kept looking around the room. All of a sudden I saw this ball of light above my mirror and it swooped down and up into the ceiling. Was that the white figure I had seen earlier before I was attacked? Was it there to protect me or to help the black mist? All these questions but no answers. And that is what I have been living with all these years. No answers.
This is all true what I have written down. I am still kinda traumatized about it. Its really hard for me to enjoy a good nights sleep without thinking if its gonna come back. Please leave comments or suggestions they are all welcomed. Thank you. God bless.
Written by Cassandra Sanchez, Copyright 2009