Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Since I was a little boy, I had a very troubling childhood. When I was 5 years old, I lay in my bed awake unable to sleep due to my morbid thoughts. I finally drifted off to sleep and woke with a fright as I was struggling to breath!

As I opened my eyes and attempted to sit up, I saw a strange shadow with red slits as eyes. I have never seen a more malicious and evil look in my life! I was paralyzed with fear, it felt as if something was sitting on my chest, I tried to scream yet no sound came out! As the realization set in that this “shadow” could kill me, my heart was beating overtime. My breathing became more shallow as I became aware of the fact that I couldn’t move, breath or speak!

I kept repeating “In Jesus name leave!” over and over again in my head, as it is what I was taught in Sunday school. Finally the shadow disappeared and all returned to normal. I pulled the duvet covers over my head and passed out from exhaustion. Repeating the experience to my parents did not go so well. My dad thought I lost my marbles and my mom was sure that I was demon possessed. After a month of fearing that it would return and kill me, strange experiences happened to friends and loved ones who entered our home.

Although I got most of the blame the people were certain that it was a evil spirit. Peter my uncle got strangled in his sleep, my sister had something grab her arm (three stories up) from the window, it left a bruise on her for three months. Objects moved around or went missing throughout the house. When the spirit returned in pure daylight in front of me, I just began crying for I knew that I couldn’t stop it from harming me. The same events repeated, Then I got thrown around the room, and strangled by a cold clammy hand.The thing left after instilling a deep fear for it within me. Each time a person was attacked they seemed to have the same experiences with regards to it being hard to breath, something or someone sitting on their chest and paralysis even of the speech!

Two years passed and each attack grew stronger and more violent with the passing years. My life became ruined as a kid I could and would not go anywhere alone. Not to shower or bath or anything as I feared for my life!

Eventually my mother spoke to the reverend of our congregation, before he started his Sunday sermon he called me forward and had the whole church pray for me that these attacks would stop! All I remember is lots of grown ups pushing me and chanting in a scary language. So after they were done and the attacks came I never told anyone out of fear that I would be put into a “loony” bin.

12 years have passed and the attacks are becoming less and less, however they still come and every time more violent with more pain. I have never told this story other to my family and just want people to know they are not alone! I am now a man of faith and still come under attacks however I have learned different coping methods to deal with the pain and hurt!

Sent in by Jay, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com