Not all of my “experiences” are good. Some have been known to curl my toes, make the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and my heart beat so hard in my chest that I was sure everyone within a 20 mile radius could hear it.
When I was 13, I became involved with Scary books. I loved being scared and enjoyed the road I was taken down when I read a scary book or saw a scary movie. I am a firm believer (now) that you can accidently let dark things into your life. This is what I think happened with this experience.
I had picked up the book “The Amityville Horror” and had stayed up late that night reading it. My parents had come into my room two or three times telling me I should go to bed, but I just couldn’t, I wanted to see what happened, I needed to see what happened.
About half way through the book, I felt a general sense of uneasiness. I had never really had a feeling like this, it was as if I were being watched. But my curtains were drawn, and I was the only one in the room. I chalked it up to being scared from reading the book. There comes a point when you are reading late at night, that your eyes get heavy and you keep reading the same page over and over again. It was at this point that I marked my spot in the book. I turned out the light and crawled back into my bed. I was at the precipice of falling asleep when I heard something in my room. My whole body came alive. My skin prickled and my heart practically beat out of my chest.
I don’t know how it started, I don’t even remember the first touch. But gradually I felt as if I was being massaged. From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, gentle needing fingers everywhere at once. I felt my body relax into the massage slowly letting it take over my body. I tell you this because I am not sure when “it” started talking to me. I know that I was being talked to in an incredibly soothing voice. The kneading on my body, the soothing voice I was in a strange fugue state – listening to the voice and what it had to say. I found myself unable to move or speak, but the voice reassured me that everything was alright.
I don’t know how long this lasted, it seemed like forever and I never wanted to get up. The voice was so gentle telling me of things that I could do (things I knew in my heart I could not). That is when I heard a man’s voice, it was a voice I didn’t recognize, but he called me by name. He said “Jennifer, get up.”
It wasn’t a forceful voice, I can’t even say it was demanding at that point, it was just a voice that commanded me to get up. For a moment I tried, but the hands that were kneading me grew more insistent pulling me deeper into the bed.
Again I heard the same man’s voice, this time with a more commanding voice saying “Jennifer, get up now!”
I was still powerless to do as the man asked. I was still hearing the gentle voice telling me to stay, I could do what I wanted to do, and not to listen to the man’s voice. Once again, the kneading fingers pulled me deeper into the bed.
The man’s voice then changed to a woman’s voice, a voice I recognized and would not go against. It was the voice of my Mother. I heard her say “Jennifer, GET UP NOW!!” At hearing my Mother’s voice my mind became fully alert. I tried to sit up in bed, but I could not. The fingers that kneaded my back so completely were now grabbing at me. It went from gentle to painful in seconds. I was struggling to get out of my bed, unable to speak or move, feeling helpless. I heard my Mother’s voice again, this time in a tone that sent me practically jumping out of bed, I heard her say “JENNIFER, GET OUT OF BED NOW!!!”
I started dragging myself from the bed, the painful fingers turned into talons. I could feel them scraping across my back, legs and bottom. The pain from them was so intense, I just knew that my skin was being ripped off. The gentle voice that had been speaking to me started to scream. It was like no scream I had ever heard. When it stopped screaming, I heard it say “I will get you”.
I finally jumped out of bed, my heart slamming in my chest as I looked around the room. There was nothing…no hands, no man, no Mother…just nothing. I crashed out of my bedroom and called to my Mother. She came running out of her room to see what was wrong with me. “Jennifer’ she said ’what is wrong with you?”
“Did you call me” I asked.
“Why would I call you’ she said, ‘it is only 5 in the morning.”
“Mom, are you sure you didn’t call me.” I implored of her
“Jennifer, go back to bed. I didn’t call you” she said.
I don’t know who called me that morning, I would like to think it was the Lord. I would like to think that once I was unable to respond to the man’s voice, he knew that I would always answer to my Mother’s voice. For a few weeks after this, I would sleep with my bedroom lights on. I just couldn’t bear to sleep with them off. I was afraid of what was going to happen. Little did I know then that if they want to visit me, they will do it whether I had a light on or off.
My entire life has been touched by spirits. Whether they were good or bad, they always seemed to be in my life. My first recollection of a spirit helping me was when I was 3. It’s funny the things you remember when you are little. I have very few memories of that time in my life except for small snippets that don’t seem to have any great significance, and then there will be one that just stands out. It makes me wonder, if I had other experiences that I just blocked out. I don’t know if this is what I want to do, write about experience that have both elated and exhausted me. Even as I write the words I am taken aback, but I know deep down that I have to say it aloud. I have to share what I remember. It seems that time can fade the veracity of an experience. I am going to try to write about each experience as I remember it. Some of them are sweet, pure and innocent, and there are others that are not.
I don’t profess to be anything more than a regular person who has had some extraordinary experiences. I am not clairvoyant, I do not speak to spirits, I can only see them. I have faith in God and want you to know that it is this faith that saw me through the bad times and helped me to understand that even though He loves me, there are still dark forces swirling in this world.