Negative Spirit

From: Cecily (archi1155@msn.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: home
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Jan 23 18:20:37 2008

My experience happened last night. I am a mother of three, and have been raised Catholic in a family that did not go to church every Sunday but at least twice a month. My mother sent us through all of the classes and we were all Baptized, First Communion, etc... I have always loved my religion. Since I was young I always knew that I dreamnt differently than everyone else, too vivid. I knew that I was dreaming and could manipulate the events of the dream in a direction I wanted, flying, or becoming something else.

I had an out of body experience when I was about 15-years-old, and it began with a tingling sensation as though something was crawling up my body. Then I realized I was watching myself sleep, it was different from seeing yourself in the mirror, and I must have startled myself because it immediately stopped. I have thought since that day that it was a dream, and maybe even figured I made it up. I have always been able to sense certain feelings in homes, sometimes I have been scared to enter rooms, but never knowing why. The house that I grew up in still gives me nightmares.

Last night after I laid down just before sleep I felt tremendous pressure on my face, chest, and hands. I tried to move my head back and forth to get free, but could not. I was able to open my left eye, and I could see my hand in the position I fell asleep. Just barely out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadow with no figure looming over my face. It was cloudlike, and hovering in a manner that was hard to see where it began. The pressure intensified when I started to say the Hail Mary, and I remember feeling that I could not believe this was real. I started saying the Hail Mary for a second time, and no relief. I then invisioned Mary's gold light around my body, and I remember saying "NO!" inside my head and then POOF! Like a flash I was released, awake, and for some reason I felt adrenaline, like I'd been in a football game. I was shaken, but I didn't feel scared. I got up and kissed all my kids, came to bed woke my husband. I tried to tell him what had happend (he's skeptical about everything I tell him concerning these things), but suprisingly he said before I woke him he was having a nightmare that someone was chasing him, trying to kill him, and that he'd tripped in his dream and was afraid the thing was behind him then awoke.

I've tried to figure out why this happend, because I personally believe that negative spirits have to be invited in some type of manner that you may not even be aware of to contact you. I wonder why me, instead of my husband. Although I did feel like I had won whatever battle I was in that night, I wonder what made me vulnerable.