It was 1982 I just got married and moved in with my husband. At the time he worked on an oil rig in the gulf coast. Even though he would be gone a week at a time I wasn’t scared to stay by myself. It was on the third night that he was gone that I had my first experience of what would be a fight for my soul.
I woke up around 2:30 am with the feeling of being watched. I was lying on my husband’s side of the bed when I turned over towards where I felt the presence. To my surprise there standing was my husband, or so I thought. I called out his name he did not answer me for the exception of just staring at me without blinking his eyelids and his body was flashing like a light bulb going off and on.
As I got out of the bed and walked over towards where he was standing he just stare without answering me. He turned towards me that was all. When I got closer to where I could almost touch him he vanished right in front of me. Needless to say this scared the you know what out of me. I turned and ran to turn on the bedroom light on but nothing was there. I went through every room in the looking for him. I searched the closets and even outside but nothing. I sat up for the rest of the night with every light on in the house.
When he came home I waited until we were eating breakfast when I asked him if he missed me hoping that maybe on some spirit plane that maybe if we were thinking of each other at the exact time that would explain what happen. But all he said was of course he missed me why? Well I swallowed real hard and said that I woke up to find him standing by side of the bed. Of course he dismissed it and suggested that I was dreaming. I left it alone.
Several months went by without any more experiences until spring. I was washing and drying clothes, etc. when each time I walked into our bedroom to put our clothes in drawers when I noticed the picture of Mary mother of Jesus was lying face down on the nightstand so I picked it up and put back in it’s place walked back to laundry room to get another load of clothes to hang in our closet when I turned around to walk out the bedroom when again the picture of Mary was gone. When I walked over to look for it there it was lying face down on the floor, again I picked it up and put it in place and left the room to get the last load of laundry. As I was putting up towels in our bath the room begin to feel strange. I walked back into the bedroom to see if I could see anything as I went into the room it felt as if all the oxygen had been drained from it. The picture was gone and I begin frankly searching for it when I finally found in between the water bed mattress and frame of the bed. The only human way that could have happen would be you have to pull the mattress away from the frame and put there intentionally. I freaked. I grab the photo and my car keys and left the house.
I drove down by river that was a short drive from our house and sat there trying to tell myself there was a logical reason for this to happen knowing all along it was impossible. I could tell no one for the fear of being called crazy. The only comfort was putting a cross and rosary beads around my bed post only to find them missing then I get another and put around my neck.
I’ll begin waking up several times a week early in the morning hours to see a shadow man figure standing in the doorway of the bedroom. When I’ll set up it would turn and walk up the hallway. I’ll get out of bed to follow it but there was nothing to follow. I was scared but I felt like I had no one to talk to at least then. I would hear footsteps during day and night. I tried moving the bed at different angles only to wake up seeing the dark figure or sometimes these white flashing lights in a human form. I would be touched and sometimes could feel someone sat on the bed. The lights would flash on and off.
I was soaking in a tub of warm water with the bathroom door open since I was home by myself. The air felt funny again and I could feel a presence coming down the hall. I jumped out of the tub and slammed the bathroom door and locked it as if that would keep me safe. I sat on the floor and prayed for God to help me and after awhile I felt safe enough to come out of the bathroom. I wanted to tell my husband and I did only for him not to believe me. I felt alone going through this.
Finally a friend of mine came to stay with us because she had a hard time getting along with her stepfather it was a answer to my prayers. She would be there with me at night when my husband wasn’t so I felt better but things didn’t change.
One night my husband and I were sleeping when she came running into the bedroom saying that the sliding closet doors were opening then closing by themselves. I knew she was telling the truth and since I never said nothing to her about my own experiences he had to believe her, but no he didn’t believe her. He thought we had an over active mind. That morning she told me she was going back home because she could fight something she could see. I didn’t want her to go but how could I ask her to stay and go through hell. No one should experience that. She said I could come stay with her but I didn’t I knew I couldn’t run it would only follow me. Sometimes when I would drive down the driveway only to see a black shadow of a man standing in the window. I would sat in my car until I felt I could safely go into my home. I would be cooking when the light would go off and on and footsteps coming up the hall towards. I would run outside leaving everything still on on the stove. My husband would drive up and ask what was wrong and why did I leave everything on in the kitchen. I tried to tell him but he would only tell me it was fear of being there by myself. This went on for years.
One night my brother was staying the weekend with us. Knowing I wasn’t alone I went on to bed but left our bedroom door open. I could see the frickling of the TV. I drifted off to sleep when I felt what I thought was my husband coming to bed. I felt the covers being pushed back him getting close to me. I begin feeling him stroke my legs and my gown being pulled up and this heavy weight on me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe that when I open my eyes to see it wasn’t my husband but something really black and heavy I’ll screamed as my husband ran into the bedroom he admitted to me he saw a dark shape go into the wall. I had him stay with me in the bathroom until I finished showering. I literally felt rape. I couldn’t sleep for days after that. My husband fell asleep on the couch when I had gone to bed.
The next morning we each asked the other why did he/she just stood there that previous night staring and turning and walking out of the room. Neither of us did so but it was clearly something that could take the shape and look of the other. He called the priest who married us. He blessed the house and us and for a little while it was finally peaceful in the house. But within a few months after it started back even more stronger than before. My husband once again called the priest but we were told that this was something that we had to fight. That it was a fight of good and evil and had to be strong and have faith. It finally slowed down but never ever completely went away.
I do have faith and believe in God and the Devil. There are battles being fought everyday. I don’t any of these experiences on anybody. I hope that one day there will be answers to why some see and go through this and others don’t. But no one needs to feel alone and ashamed for something they did not ask to go through hell.
Sent in by Bernice, Copyright 2012 TrueGhostTales.com