I’ve had two life-changing experiences that have made me think about a lot of things differently. First, let me say that my grandmother is a very religious woman and she has had spiritual dreams. This has been passed on to my mother, who has a more severity with things spiritual than my grandmother. She has heard things, she has seen things, and things have seen her.
My mother has a friend who is a preacher, who has told her numerous times to embrace the gift God has given her, and to be aware because there is something very special about the women side of our family and there will always be something in the darkness watching us.
So, with that being said, my mother has had her children baptized except for the youngest. Me. I have not been baptized and when I was younger and I have always had a problem going to church. Not that I didn’t want to go, but I can’t explain it with words.
The age I am now is the age my mother started to get her dreams and her� spiritual sightings, and when things started to call out to her. I have always wondered if something like that would happen to me, and it did.
When my family moved into the house I am in now, my room wasn’t set up yet so I slept on the couch. Something woke me up early in the morning, I could tell that it was early because it was still dark outside. I look up at the arm of the couch and sitting on it was a dog. I could tell it was a dog because it was the shape of a dog, but that was it. You could not tell any facial features such as the eyes. It was pitch black, darker than the room. And as if it knew I was looking at it, it turned around. Well it didn’t turn around but it’s head did, all the way around. Then it jumped off the back side of the couch.
Thinking fast, I could either stay on the couch or I could run to my parents room. I chose to run. As I ran across the hardwood floors, besides my hurried footsteps, I heard claws hurrying across the floor with me. I made it to my parents room, laid by my mothers side and prayed.
The next instance happened a little after the first. Once again I was asleep only to wake up early in the morning. I felt alarmed and something told me to immediately go to my mother. But I couldn’t get up. I was on� my back and I felt someone underneath me, and they had a strong hold on my body. I could feel arms wrapped around chest and legs wrapped around my own legs. I was in so much pain, I started to cry and then as I started to say a prayer I felt the hold on me tighten and then vanish. Once again I laid by my mothers side and prayed. And the worse thing about all of this is that I can tell this isn’t going to stop any time soon.
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