Have you ever entered a room and felt like someone was either staring at you or standing right behind you?Knowing what I have experienced and knowinghow real each experience was, I have accepted the fact that there is an unseen realm that is in play with ours.Itend to believe that this realm is inhabited by angels and demons, andevery once and a while, the two realms collide and interact with eachother.
When Iwas seven, we moved intoa very old house in Agua Fria Village in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Overall, I don’t recall it seeming like a strange house at first. There were certain rooms that Idid not enjoy being in though, that I clearly remember. This old house had been remodeled and had several new additions to it. Though the worst of my experiences occurred in the original portions of the house, many experiences occurred in the new parts of the house as well.
Iremember being very afraid to fall asleep. Many nights I would wake up to the sound of my doorknob turning. I started locking the door before going to bed but to no avail around the same time every night the door knob would be turned and the door cracked open. It was a very odd thing that the door was never opened completely- just a very small crack.One of the things that sticks out in my mind were terrible re-occurring dreams. They were very violent and angry dreamsthatwouldforce meawake in tears and a sore jaw from gritting and grinding my teeth. Odder still was that three of my sibllings would share one of the re-occurring dreams with me. They too said that this dream made them grit and grind their teeth and feel very angry. Besides hearing footsteps in the hallways and once hearing a woman call my name, I especially hated being in the livingroom by the fireplace. I always felt an angry male presence behind me. The only way I could ever make myself feel even the slightest bit better when I was alone was singing songs and praying. The other room I disliked was my parent’s bathroom. I always got a very eery feeling as if something did not want me in there.
Of all of my experiences in that house, there are three very specific instances that I will never be able to forget. One night I decided to sleep on a trundle bed instead of my top bunk bed. Iremember being woken up by the doorknob turning and seeing that door was once again cracking open like it usually did. I was very tired so I didn’t bother to get up and close it again. Isaid a quick prayer and closed my eyes. It wasno sooner had my eyes shut that I suddenly felt a very small, cold hand on my left leg right above my knee. It didn’t move- but was just there. I absolutely freaked out and began to cry as I was frozen with fear. I began praying and then it went away.
The second occurrence was when I decided to sleep in my brothers room as they were away to college. I woke up one morning and through dim, sleepy eyes, saw a male figure standing over me. All of my brothers were gone,and the person I saw seemed like he was between 12 and 14. I again couldn’t move as I was frozen with fear and suddenly felt a hand over my heart. Ifreaked out and began saying a prayer in my head and suddenly it was gone.
The worst experience Ihad in the house involved a very long night of terror. My sister and I had put up glowing stars on our ceiling and were finally getting ready for bed. I looked up to the ceiling, enjoyed the stars, and fell asleep. My older sister woke me up by repeating my name with a very fearful voice. I asked her what was wrong and she kept saying there was a pentagram over her head. Itold her that it was possible to make any shape with the stars and it was all in her head. She got upset with me and told me that it was not in her head because the other stars were fine. We both got out of bed and moved the stars all around. As soon as we got back into bed she said the pentagram was back. I started getting frustrated with her because I thought she was just trying to scare me. We moved the stars again, and I was careful to watch where she was putting the stars to make sure she wasn’t just having fun with me. We went to bed for the third time and sure enough she started to cry and said the pentagram was back. Though my memory gets slightly blurry in what happened in the next moments, I remember that I was facing the wall and it was pitch black except for the glowing stars. I had my eyes closed andin my mind I could hear myself saying, “whatever you do, do not open your eyes- you’re not going to like what you see”. I got an overwhelming sense of panic and fear throughout my body. I was already frozen but didn’t know why as I still had my eyes closed. I felt an unexplainably evil presence and felt as though it was right next to me. Through the pitch darkness, I opened my eyes and staring directly into my face was a blacker than black, evil, grimacing, yet almost smiling face. Icould somehow see everything through the dark- all of its features. It was staring at me and seemed to be laughing at me. My cheeks were burning and tears flowed down. I struggled to say a single word but I couldn’t. I couldn’t think or pray. Ijust cried as Istared back into this horrific creature’s face. My sister heard me crying and asked me what was wrong. She asked me several times before I could get a word out. All I could say was, “There’s something up here….get me down…please…..get me down”. After saying this, I closed my eyes until she helped me off the bunk bed. I couldn’t get a hold of myself. We called my dad and told him what had happened and he prayed with us for a while.
There have been many who have had other experiences in this house. Once we moved, all of the dreams and nightmares stopped. I have not had any other experiences like those and pray to God that I never do again.