It was a cold-dark Christmas eve, around 3:30am. I was wide awake, but still trying to get to sleep.   I was laying in bed, on my side, when all of a sudden the blankets got real taught and began to pull downward, as if someone was there.   However, there was no one else in the room.  I was so terrified at what was happening, but I still managed to fight  to regain the covers.  I did so 3x before I lost and they slid all the way down.  I tried to get up, but I was unable to.  I managed to break  free, but I will never escape  it’s  memory. It occurred over 4 years ago, but I still get shivers to this day.

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There are people in this world that rely on  God to wash away their sins, to help them cope with the fact that they are flawed, simply for being human. Some of them even feel that they have license to sin as long as they go to church frequently. I have met such a person and I have sensed their darkness from day one. I even told this to another that I felt could empathize with me. When I informed them that I felt a lot of tension and animosity coming from the other person, they seemed a bit freaked out that I knew this and was very apprehensive in what they said to me. A few weeks later they admitted that this person was in fact causing them grief. As time passed my suspicions came to light when they started directing this hate towards myself proving that unfortunately I was right about them. I always give people the benefit of the doubt so I put my feelings aside to allow them, in a way, a chance to redeem themselves  in this case I wish I didn’t.

I think I was about 8 years old when I had one of my first paranormal experiences. I was playing alone in the basement with one of those 4 foot dolls.. you know, the kind that had the sleepy eyes. Anyways, I still get chills even thinking about it. I believe it was a Saturday, mid afternoon, and I was so caught up in playing that I couldn’t even believe what was going on around me. It was cold and then I heard very loud deep breathing. At first I thought it was the furnace so I shook it off. Then the piercing reality hit me… furnaces only shoot air outwards and not in and out like this breathing sound! Then the doll who’s eyes were closed then started fluttering. I was shocked and I ran upstairs. It was two weeks later and I decided that what happened was all in my mind.Like before I was caught up in my childish play when the heavy breathing sound started again. This time I did not ignore it, but instead I threw the doll under the closet stairs and ran upstairs to never play alone downstairs again.

CRASH ahhh haaa BANG ahhh haaaaaa! DARKNESS ahhh haaaa ahhhh haaa BANG BANG! were the sounds that stabbed into my vulnerable state of unconsciousness. Fear… sleep.. Dread… tired… the sounds were almost pulsating because I was in and out of reality. My enervated body, soul and mind were consumed back into the darkness to later wake wondering if that had happened or not. It sounded like the noise was resonating from the den… the same place I keep my 2 Ouija boards. Earlier in the week I was admiring them and my hand was gently stroking the boxes. I wonder if I have awaken something by doing so? I want to play, but I do not have the knowledge or experience to dare attempt such a thing, especially without anyone else that does have adequate experience.