Atheist To Christian In 24 HoursWell, my initial experience began July 15th, 2002. I have never told anyone other than a few friends and family. Lately I have been starting to notice spiritual connections I have with other people, and it would be nice to finally know if anyone has seen this, or if the demonic experience is different for each individual.
I was 18 at the time, and I was a night shift supervisor at a local restaurant that I had been with for 4 years. It was a monday night. I was still living at home with my Mother and sister. I got off of work that night and got home at about 10pm. Over the weekend, my boyfriend at the time and I rented the mothman prophecies from blockbuster. The movie really wasn't scary to me at the time. I wanted to watch it one more time before I returned it the next day. My mother was out of town in California (we live in Tennessee), and my sister was asleep upstairs. I put in the movie at about 10:15, turned out the light in the living room and layed down on the couch to watch it. After that I blacked out. I awoke with an extremely panicky feeling at 11:00pm and the movie (VHS) had already ended and the tv screen was black. I looked into my mother's office (which had a windowed door with a sheer curtain behind it so people wouldn't see my sister's band instrument mess), and all of the sudden my chest felt like it was filled with something very thick and heavy and a red light began to glow from behind the office door. It was a blood red pulsating glow. I blacked out again. I awoke at 12am with the same sense of panic and dread, but this time paralyzed and I could hear very very raspy breathing behind my ear. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't move and I remember staring at my cell phone on the coffee table just praying that eventually I would be able to grab it to call my sister (upstairs). It felt like I was forced to listen to this breathing forever, but it may have only been a few minutes. I looked to the right of me towards the back porch. There are two french doors leading to the back porch with lots of windows. This is when I saw a gray figure. It looked to only be about 4 ft. tall. It began moving very very rapidly back and forth. The only details I could make out were its size, shape, and color. It was the color of a dark fog, only opaque. It moved way too fast back and forth to be a person. I really didn't try to analyze it at that moment, it just felt like I was being forced to watch. I still could not move my body.
Once again I blacked out. I awoke at 2am. And when I say awaken, I mean it was like how you wake up from anesthesia. Not like you had a nice nap or anything. It was as if I bl
Well, I guess I lost another 30 min in my last black out. It was now 3am and Katie had not yet arrived. So I figured it was time to call my sister. She answered and immediately ran down stairs when she heard me cry. Without even thinking, she went to the cable box and turned the tv on praise-worship music. She turned on all the lights and sat next to me on the couch. I felt like a car had been pulled off of me. She asked me what had happened and I told her. Repeating it out loud make me sob uncontrollably. She didn't say anything, she just went and grabbed her Bible out of her bookbag. I could still see these two things on the porch, but by then I had almost gotten used to it, although terrifying everytime I looked at the tall one directly. My sister told me to stop looking. She went directly over to the french doors and opened up her Bible and began shouting loudly (i can't remember if it was a verse or chant) at the two things. In the middle of this my friend Katie showed up, and quickly realized she should just sit down and wait. My sister continued to shout in an angry voice at the door. They were both pacing now. Every now and then the tall one would peer his head down and look at me furiously. The little one began to move faster and faster. She did this for at least half an hour. She ask me if they had left, and I told her I did not see the little one anymore. She suggested we all pray together out loud. She did the out loud part. I don't remember seeing the tall one after that. Anyway, it was 4am, we filled Katie in on what happened, and it just so happened we were cat sitting for our neighbor across the street. I wanted to sleep desperately, so we all went there and tried to get in a few hours.
The next day I had a very hard time dealing with what happened. I didn't know if I was crazy. I was extremely jumpy. A door bumped me while I was getting ready for work and I screamed bloody murder. I had to sit on the bathroom floor for 10 min to calm myself down. I went to work at 3pm. I felt like a zombie just operating on autopilot. I could not pay attention to anything. I was just beginning to absorb it all. I almost began crying again when I thought about it, so I asked the Owner if I could please leave and come back tomorrow. It was no problem. I called my sister and picked her up and we headed straight for her church. Now I was pissed off about the whole thing, and wanted some answers. I met with a very tiny woman (one of the youth pastors there) who my sister said was best to help with this. She was about 4'10" and couldn't have weighed more than 105 lbs, but I got this feeling around her like she had a connection with something bigger than this world. She answered alot of immediate questions in my head without me asking. I then went to confess my sins for the first time ever, which took 4 hours. My sister prayed over the room we were in the entire time and said nothing. The one thing me and my sister will never forget about that confession was in the middle of it my youth pastor looked up at both of us and said, "There's been a murder in your family, and it has caused great fear in your home." I didn't know what to say except "yes". My mother's mother was brutally murdered almost 30 years ago, like something you see in a horror film. we still don't know why. Anyway, that night I was convinced of a spiritual realm and professed my faith in Jesus. The next day my mother arrived. We told her what happend, and when we told her the thing about the murder comment, my mom broke into tears and ran out the front door. She came back 4 hours later as a Believer in Christ. This was the beginning of some good times in our lives. But I guess I was naive enough to think that I would never deal with those demon things again. I will post that story after this one. What happened after this lasted about 7 years, or up until this past summer of 2010.
jmartinmom 26-30, F 11 Responses 2 Mar 28, 2011