So... Here we go...
These are real events from my life starting as far back as I can remember. My names Dillon, You don't have to believe this, you should though, but trust me I know how hard it would be to accept all this. I was born and raised in Alabama in the U.S., in one of the oldest historic towns in this state. Ever since the day I was born I've always feel like I was stuck on the outside, hopeless, drowning in insecurities and deep dark depression. But I was lucky at the same time, I was what most people would consider popular, so I was surrounded by "friends" but no one who knew or would care about what was happening to me since I was born, which made it worse in a way. When I was a kid before I could even walk, my parents would have to check on me regularly threw out the night to make sure I was in my crib. they were never able to figure out why or how, but I'd end up outside my crib in places I just couldn't get to allllll the time. one of the worst times, I was almost a year old and my parents come to check on me, but I'm not there, they start going crazy to find me. a few minutes after their search started my dad notices that Hannah our German Shepard was gone too, they go outside to find the two of us in the middle of the back yard with Hannah wrapped up around me trying to keep me warm in the cold January night air... Crazy thing, the door was locked and both Hannah and I went to sleep IN the locked house. We'd been out there for a few hours, and if it wasn't for Hannah I would have probably froze to death. Hannah was my guardian angle, she was ALWAYS there to protect me, and whatever took me outside, I knew she followed to protect me. From the day I was born Hannah was always staying around me, she refused to be away from me for longer than an hour or so if I was home, I still think to this day it's because she knew what was happening to me. As I got older, I started sleep walking at age 3, I'd stand in front of the open refrigerator for hours, as always Hannah was by my side staring.. not at me but above me. But what scared my parents the most is, I'd sleepwalk into their room and get on their bed and just stand there staring at them until they woke up in horror. My mom was always physically and mentally abusive to me threw my whole life. but when I started doing things like that, she started calling me Satan's spawn, (yes, she really did). Now... When I turned 5, that's when I started seeing my dark friend around my house. My bed faced towards the door in my room and I could see out the door, past the bathroom that's right outside my bedroom door, and directly into our home office. I always left the bathroom light on, ALWAYS. I'd lie awake at night,not able to sleep because I knew he'd come no matter what. This walking shadow would peak around my door from the hallway and just stare at me, he was so big, almost taller than the door way and just as wide. he'd then creep a few feet into my room.. I could feel my entire body convulsing in fear, my eyes burning threw the tears and confusion. he'd usually stop, back out and spend the next hour or two walking by my door. From my bathroom back into the hallway, they he'd walk into the office and start walking back to my door.. just to stare at me for a few minutes. He was solid black, but almost opaque at the same time, smokey but solid.I told my parents, but they didn't care, my dad was a pill head and my mom hated me, so I had no help, and even if I did.. what could have been done? As I turned older, I would get sick, over and over, almost constantly having something making me really sick. I was taken to the doctor the first few times it happened, but they never found anything, nothing made me better. Hannah started getting really sick out of nowhere as well, it got to the point she couldn't pick herself up. Hannah passed at 8 years old when I was 7.. out of nowhere on my bedroom floor, inches away from me. She was a pure breed German Shepherd that was perfectly healthy.. Once again the vet couldn't figure it out, he said "This is crazy, and by all outward appearances she looks like shes dying, but her blood work and tests all came back perfect"... I knew it was him, I knew he was the one doing this to us. That was my life for years until I was 12. I was always mad and angry at it, but as I got older, I finally thought I could do something about it. I wish I hadn't.. One night my parents were at spending the night at a friends party so I was home alone, I decided tonight's the night to end this. I grab my bible (I do and don't believe, but better to be safe than sorry right?) I lay down and sure enough and hour into my sleep I wake up to see him standing there. I jump up in the darkness start spouting off bible versus, but that quickly stops and turns into me yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs, "FUCK OFF!!" "I HATE YOU!!" "LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN OR ELSE I'LL HURT YOU!!" Ya I know... Hurting a ghost.. That aint happening, but it's what came out. He stood there for a minute as I was shaking, about to pee on myself, this is the first time I really confronted this thing... Then all the sudden he walked back and dissipated around the corner. I sat on the edge of my bed shaking, then passed out and woke up in the morning, and everything was ok, at least I thought it was. A few months after that I started experiencing sleep paralysis, and I started seeing him again, but I couldn't move now... He'd come up to me, I'd hear demonic voices whispering in my ear and he'd stand over me and bring his face over mine and I could feel him suffocating me, I could feel the air being sucked from my lungs, As the blackness of passing out was wrapping around me he'd stop and walk away. sometimes this would happen a few times a night, but It happened at least 3 times a week, for two years. When I was 14 my mom kicked my dad and I out. My grandfather had just passed so we went to live in his old house, and yes, he did die in this house. I loved my Grand father very much, he always took care of me and he was the ONLY one who believed me. He was a quite man that fought in WWII and the Korean War as a piolet. I'm pretty sure he had seen many things like I had been seeing. I told him about everything happening, and he always nodded his head and said, "Get used to it son, it'll be around for along time". Once we moved into his old house, I could still feel him there, watching over us, in a good way. I would see him all the time in the house, so could my dad and all my friends. People finally started believing me. I was there for 3 years, I still had many episodes of sleep paralysis, but in a good way, I was able to keep myself calm and actually have out of body experiences once it started, it took a lot of practice but it was fun, and I looked forward to having them. I went into the United States Marine Corps at 17, I was in for almost two years, and got medically discharged for breaking both my arms. During that time, I'd still get sleep paralysis but hardly any at all, I was always on the move, but I still always saw spirits now and then, sometimes more ominous shadow creatures. But once I came back home, I got an awesome job doing Research and Development work for the government, I got my own place with my best friend,and life seemed good for once... Then HE came back to me.. After being in my apartment for a year I started having sleep paralysis a lot again, but not in a good way, I couldn't see him at first, but I could feel him standing over me sucking the air out of me, then letting me breathe, then start all over again. Now by this time I was an expert on sleep paralysis, I knew the physiological effects it can have on the human body and brain, how it effects you, what causes it... but no amount of knowledge can keep fear and darkness from effecting you. the worst episode I had.. But I still think it might now have been just the sleep paralysis. I was sleeping in bed, and i woke up, opened my eyes, and tried to move... I couldn't.. "DAMNIT NOT AGAIN!!" I screamed in my head. I just wanted to get this over and go back to sleep. I was laying on my right side facing my door, and then I saw them.. two pairs of eyes 3 feet off the ground, glowing Flame Red, they were a few feet apart, just hovering.. then he came up threw my floor in between the pairs of eyes, in my head the only thing I could call him was... Satan. I felt my heart drop into darkness. I can't move, it's pitch dark, and Satan and two of his Hell Hounds were a few feet away from me. I tried screaming for my room mate, I tried everything, but nothing happened, The only thing that came out of my mouth of a gasp for air. Then he spoke, in the darkest, most demented voice I've ever heard to this day, "thought.. You could get away from me?... You were born of my seed.." I felt tears streaming down my face, the fear choking me up, I could barley breathe... All the sudden the two Hell hounds slowly walked over to me, one to my face, the other to my legs. The one hound put it's face up to mine.. the glow from it's red eyes lighting it's face... it didn't look like a dog.. it looked like a monster Dr Frankenstein put together in a laboratory. It was growling ever so slightly, but I could feel it mocking me, staring right threw my soul. The other hound reared back on his hind legs and put his gigantic paws on my legs, the pressure on my joints was unbearable. I looked back to the Dark One... He was gone, In that instant I though he just left me to be eaten alive. Everything was flashing threw my head at that moment, my life, what I had done good and bad, the things I was to scared to do or strive for, but the most prominent thing was God, I thought he was letting this happen to me as a punishment, for all those times I said I didn't believe in him, all the times I denied him and spat on his name, this was the cross he was giving ME to bare, and in that instant, I was mad, I didn't want to give god that satisfaction, I was going to take my punishment like a man, stand by my hubris. AFTER ALL HE'S DONE TO ME MY WHOLE LIFE, THE WAY I'VE FELT, THE AGONY, THE TORMENT, THE HAUNTING S... All this flying threw my head while I stare into the Hounds eyes. Then seamlessly, the hounds back up and get off me and walk back to where they first arrived, a wave of relief rushed over my panicked body and I start shaking more from happiness... Then I saw it... Something creeping into my vision on my left.. "Is that just a shadow?" I thought... No... It was Satan's fingers... then his hand.. then I could see his whole arm, reaching from behind me, while I lay on my side. Long boney, twisted, distorted fingers and flesh, I feel death creeping up behind me, I can feel him everywhere. The arm slams down upon me with huge amount of force, it knocks the wind out of me. His fingers digging into my chest, ripping into my flesh. He pulls me against his dead boney carcass tightly, In that moment I started praying, "NO GOD!! NOT LIKE THIS!! I'M SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!! AHHH FUCK!!! SAVE ME!!!" I feel him pulling me down threw my bed. His other arm comes around and latches over my mouth, my eyes start rolling into the back of my head. My body burning and seizing, my brain can't function anymore, as I'm being pulled down straight.. to.. HELL... The very last thing I'm able to think before I give up.. I say calmly in my head... "I'm sorry". I feel a wave of instant relief, I bounce back on top of my bed, I hear and see Satan and his hounds being sucked back down to the pits of Hell.. They're gone.. My room is still.. I hear a voice, "All is forgiven my son".... In that instant my body is released from this hell, I sling myself up, tears running down my face in the pitch black.. it's silent... it's been five years since that, and I haven't had an episode like that since. I have a few night when I get sleep paralysis, but it's not long and it's just me stuck for about 20 minutes before I can move, nothing happens. With everything that's happened to me threw out my entire life, I still find it hard to sort threw everything, and I still don't know where I stand with it all. I don't curse God anymore, mostly because it's pointless to, but I'm still trying to figure out what I believe in. All I know is the 'Dark One' hasn't been around since that night, and I'm thankful for that.. But I can still feel his presence every once in awhile. Be careful what you say or think.. Someones always listening.
Submitted March 04, 2016 at 02:31PM by ImSoMischievous http://ift.tt/1TutHY3 nosleep
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