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That_Flint_Guy
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I hope I’m posting in the right place for this. But I have gone through a long period of skepticism recently. I never went all the way to being an atheist, but wasn’t far from it. I have experienced sleep paralysis accompanied by the sensation that something demonic was in the room with me and behaving in an aggressive fashion.
It started with the feel of a hand casually tapping an arm or leg. But progressed to feeling as though I were being violently grabbed and tugged on in a painful fashion. I won’t get into detail on that since this is a family friendly forum. But I was always able to convince myself that it was a strange dream.
But it got a lot worse two nights ago. I was attacked by an unseen demonic entity while trying to sleep. Compelled by undescribable fear, I began rebuking it in Jesus’ name and demanding it to leave. That seemed to work.
But I found myself in a dark room with something pinning my arms at their sides in a bear hug from behind.
I tried my best to escape. Noticing a mirror on a wall, I fought to position us so that I could see the the attacker while rebuking it also in Jesus’ name.
I saw it’s face and instantly regretted it. It looked like something out of Nazi propaganda with a sadistic expression that told me that it enjoyed what it was doing.
I managed to get one of its arms loose, biting off the right thumb and pointer finger. They seemed to crumble into nothingness.
Another, much larger one grabbed be around the waist from behind. I looked up and saw horns behind my head. It clutched me close to its chest so I couldn’t escape. And then it spoke.
“My father and I think it would be in your best interest to stop talking about Jesus all the time. We hate that name!”
Terrified, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything more but, “I wasn’t!”. Though every instinct told me to do so again.
Nothing happened for a moment, and then I found myself in bed again and unable to move.
I felt a hand squeezing my left ankle, as I was lying on my stomach. It was a feminine looking hand coming out from under the bed, complete with long nails painted red. Every instinct told me to do something. But the hand disappeared as I attempted silent prayer again.
It was morning and I haven’t slept in almost two nights that it would happen again.
Sorry for making this so long. But I’m desperate for answers as to why I went through this. All I can figure is that God allowed this to happen so that I would be scared straight, or something of that nature. All I know is that I am fully committed to getting right with Him so that it never happens again.
I need your answers and prayers.
It started with the feel of a hand casually tapping an arm or leg. But progressed to feeling as though I were being violently grabbed and tugged on in a painful fashion. I won’t get into detail on that since this is a family friendly forum. But I was always able to convince myself that it was a strange dream.
But it got a lot worse two nights ago. I was attacked by an unseen demonic entity while trying to sleep. Compelled by undescribable fear, I began rebuking it in Jesus’ name and demanding it to leave. That seemed to work.
But I found myself in a dark room with something pinning my arms at their sides in a bear hug from behind.
I tried my best to escape. Noticing a mirror on a wall, I fought to position us so that I could see the the attacker while rebuking it also in Jesus’ name.
I saw it’s face and instantly regretted it. It looked like something out of Nazi propaganda with a sadistic expression that told me that it enjoyed what it was doing.
I managed to get one of its arms loose, biting off the right thumb and pointer finger. They seemed to crumble into nothingness.
Another, much larger one grabbed be around the waist from behind. I looked up and saw horns behind my head. It clutched me close to its chest so I couldn’t escape. And then it spoke.
“My father and I think it would be in your best interest to stop talking about Jesus all the time. We hate that name!”
Terrified, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything more but, “I wasn’t!”. Though every instinct told me to do so again.
Nothing happened for a moment, and then I found myself in bed again and unable to move.
I felt a hand squeezing my left ankle, as I was lying on my stomach. It was a feminine looking hand coming out from under the bed, complete with long nails painted red. Every instinct told me to do something. But the hand disappeared as I attempted silent prayer again.
It was morning and I haven’t slept in almost two nights that it would happen again.
Sorry for making this so long. But I’m desperate for answers as to why I went through this. All I can figure is that God allowed this to happen so that I would be scared straight, or something of that nature. All I know is that I am fully committed to getting right with Him so that it never happens again.
I need your answers and prayers.