The Demonic Mocker of Christ/u/Allie00124252683

The Paranormal | January 6, 2023

The Demonic Mocker of Christ/u/Allie00124252683

The Demonic Mocker of Christ.

Do you ever wonder about what goes on around us when we sleep? I mean think about it. Is there any really way of knowing?

I think about it often.

I used to have a boyfriend that I’d stay on the phone with every night. He would tell me he heard things from the other line. Things like breathing, scratching, tapping. Said they would start up at a certain time and then stop. But it didn’t happen every night. I eventually told him to stop telling me about it because I couldn’t handle the thought of something so creepy going on while I was fast asleep.

If things happen when you’re awake, just imagine what happens when you aren’t.

My names Allie, I’m 18F and this is my experience.

Background: I live in an 1880’s farmhouse. I’ve had issues with the home ever since I moved in. Bad dreams before the move in date even. Even my sister had dreams about the living room of the home being filled with red light and angels trying to keep her away from it after nightfall. Sometimes the property can be quite beautiful.

Other times it shines a darker kind of light.

For now, I’ll ignore a majority of the experiences and speak about the woman I came here to talk about. I just can’t get her out of my head. I see her cruel eyes every time I close mine. I only pray that it’ll stop.

And soon too.

It started with a dream. I guess it was more of a nightmare. I was standing in the kitchen next to my mother and a woman asking about the house. The woman seemed to know the energy was off. She seemed to be a sort of psychic medium. She started asking me questions about the home. “Do you hear banging at night?” “Does it come in threes?” “Do you often feel watched?” “Do you sleep well at night?” “Do you wake up with scratches and bruises and have no explanation for how you received them?” The whole shebang. It was while she was asking me her questions when I started to feel the heaviness of the air. I felt as though I were being watched, so I turned to look into the library off the kitchen. The light for the library was off, but I could still see through the dark due to the dim glow of the hanging ceiling light in the kitchen. Though I honestly wished I hadn’t been able to.

When I looked into the library, I saw a figure hanging from the ceiling upside down. She was standing with her arms out as though she was formulating and upside down cross with her body. She was mocking Jesus Christ.

She dropped down from the ceiling and dragged her body across the floor before standing up in the doorway/entrance from the library to the kitchen. She walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders and without moving her mouth, she told me that she was never going to leave, that I couldn’t send her away and she was always going to torture me. I began screaming at her to leave in Jesus name. She only smiled. I pushed her out of the house but she still smiled at me from the other side of the door.

I woke up breathing heavily. The entire day I could feel this woman’s presence around me. I was sure she was real.

This was the first time I had seen her.

I decided my room was the problem, and since I didn’t want to see her again, I changed where I had been sleeping. I went to go sleep in the room off the garage on the couch. Everything was fine for a few nights.

Until it wasn’t.

I had been dreaming of an elderly man. He was standing at the entrance of the doorway to the room I was sleeping in. He simply told me to run and that she was coming. The look of fear on his face was one I’d never seen on anyone before. He was horrified. I asked him what he meant because the woman wasn’t on my mind, but all he did was point. I looked over to see the same woman from a few nights before running towards me. Her black frizzy hair and solid black Irises staring into my soul.

As soon as she reached me I felt a heavy weight on my chest and I began to wake up and be in the real world, but I was unable to move my body. I tried to open my eyes but I could only manage to open them for a second or two at a time. And every time I did, I saw the woman crawling around the couch. My eyes were closed for most of it, but I felt her get on top of my and my eyes opened one last time to see her on top of my body ready to bite me before I passed out. I don’t know if I was afraid or simply tired. Maybe both.

When I woke up again soon after, I checked my phone to see it was around 5:47 am. It wasn’t that early and there was some light from the outside windows. I sat up in bed trying to process what had just taken place. I decided to brush it off, but as hard as I tried. I couldn’t shake her face from my mind. So I drew a picture of her. I’m not an artist by any means, but I needed it down on paper.

This was the second time I saw her.

I decided to stay in the room off the garage because it was clear that it wasn’t the location. I didn’t see her again for another few nights.

Until I did.

I was dreaming again. I sat up in bed because I felt her near me. It was a sickening feeling that I couldn’t mistake for anything else in the world. I heard scratching from a nearby door. The entrance to a closet in the corner of the room where my mother kept large racks full of table cloths and bags of unopened chips. I turned my attention towards the noise. The door to that room is a difficult door to open. I often have to throw my entire body weight into the door to open it, but at this moment it opened on its own.

As the door slowly opened to nothing more than a crack, I could see half of the woman’s face. Her blank expressionless face stared at me from behind the door. I didn’t move nor did I make a sound. I was kept in place by my fear. She slowly existed the room and walked towards me. I jumped off the couch and backed away screaming at her. I told her she was not welcome and that she was to leave my house immediately. She never blinked, she only continued slowly moving closer to me as if I hadn’t been yelling at her at all. She only stopped to bend over and look me straight in the eyes, her face inches from mine. Then I woke up. I shot straight up and looked towards the door to the closet. It was still closed.

This was the third and final time I saw her.

Three. Yet another mockery of God and the holy trinity.

I’ve never seen her again since that day, but sometimes I still feel her around me.

So what happens when we are asleep?

Do you really want to know?

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[link] [comments]The Demonic Mocker of Christ. Do you ever wonder about what goes on around us when we sleep? I mean think about it. Is there any really way of knowing? I think about it often. I used to have a boyfriend that I’d stay on the phone with every night. He would tell me he heard things from the other line. Things like breathing, scratching, tapping. Said they would start up at a certain time and then stop. But it didn’t happen every night. I eventually told him to stop telling me about it because I couldn’t handle the thought of something so creepy going on while I was fast asleep. If things happen when you’re awake, just imagine what happens when you aren’t. My names Allie, I’m 18F and this is my experience. Background: I live in an 1880’s farmhouse. I’ve had issues with the home ever since I moved in. Bad dreams before the move in date even. Even my sister had dreams about the living room of the home being filled with red light and angels trying to keep her away from it after nightfall. Sometimes the property can be quite beautiful. Other times it shines a darker kind of light. For now, I’ll ignore a majority of the experiences and speak about the woman I came here to talk about. I just can’t get her out of my head. I see her cruel eyes every time I close mine. I only pray that it’ll stop. And soon too. It started with a dream. I guess it was more of a nightmare. I was standing in the kitchen next to my mother and a woman asking about the house. The woman seemed to know the energy was off. She seemed to be a sort of psychic medium. She started asking me questions about the home. “Do you hear banging at night?” “Does it come in threes?” “Do you often feel watched?” “Do you sleep well at night?” “Do you wake up with scratches and bruises and have no explanation for how you received them?” The whole shebang. It was while she was asking me her questions when I started to feel the heaviness of the air. I felt as though I were being watched, so I turned to look into the library off the kitchen. The light for the library was off, but I could still see through the dark due to the dim glow of the hanging ceiling light in the kitchen. Though I honestly wished I hadn’t been able to. When I looked into the library, I saw a figure hanging from the ceiling upside down. She was standing with her arms out as though she was formulating and upside down cross with her body. She was mocking Jesus Christ. She dropped down from the ceiling and dragged her body across the floor before standing up in the doorway/entrance from the library to the kitchen. She walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders and without moving her mouth, she told me that she was never going to leave, that I couldn’t send her away and she was always going to torture me. I began screaming at her to leave in Jesus name. She only smiled. I pushed her out of the house but she still smiled at me from the other side of the door. I woke up breathing heavily. The entire day I could feel this woman’s presence around me. I was sure she was real. This was the first time I had seen her. I decided my room was the problem, and since I didn’t want to see her again, I changed where I had been sleeping. I went to go sleep in the room off the garage on the couch. Everything was fine for a few nights. Until it wasn’t. I had been dreaming of an elderly man. He was standing at the entrance of the doorway to the room I was sleeping in. He simply told me to run and that she was coming. The look of fear on his face was one I’d never seen on anyone before. He was horrified. I asked him what he meant because the woman wasn’t on my mind, but all he did was point. I looked over to see the same woman from a few nights before running towards me. Her black frizzy hair and solid black Irises staring into my soul. As soon as she reached me I felt a heavy weight on my chest and I began to wake up and be in the real world, but I was unable to move my body. I tried to open my eyes but I could only manage to open them for a second or two at a time. And every time I did, I saw the woman crawling around the couch. My eyes were closed for most of it, but I felt her get on top of my and my eyes opened one last time to see her on top of my body ready to bite me before I passed out. I don’t know if I was afraid or simply tired. Maybe both. When I woke up again soon after, I checked my phone to see it was around 5:47 am. It wasn’t that early and there was some light from the outside windows. I sat up in bed trying to process what had just taken place. I decided to brush it off, but as hard as I tried. I couldn’t shake her face from my mind. So I drew a picture of her. I’m not an artist by any means, but I needed it down on paper. This was the second time I saw her. I decided to stay in the room off the garage because it was clear that it wasn’t the location. I didn’t see her again for another few nights. Until I did. I was dreaming again. I sat up in bed because I felt her near me. It was a sickening feeling that I couldn’t mistake for anything else in the world. I heard scratching from a nearby door. The entrance to a closet in the corner of the room where my mother kept large racks full of table cloths and bags of unopened chips. I turned my attention towards the noise. The door to that room is a difficult door to open. I often have to throw my entire body weight into the door to open it, but at this moment it opened on its own. As the door slowly opened to nothing more than a crack, I could see half of the woman’s face. Her blank expressionless face stared at me from behind the door. I didn’t move nor did I make a sound. I was kept in place by my fear. She slowly existed the room and walked towards me. I jumped off the couch and backed away screaming at her. I told her she was not welcome and that she was to leave my house immediately. She never blinked, she only continued slowly moving closer to me as if I hadn’t been yelling at her at all. She only stopped to bend over and look me straight in the eyes, her face inches from mine. Then I woke up. I shot straight up and looked towards the door to the closet. It was still closed. This was the third and final time I saw her. Three. Yet another mockery of God and the holy trinity. I’ve never seen her again since that day, but sometimes I still feel her around me. So what happens when we are asleep? Do you really want to know? submitted by /u/Allie00124252683 [link] [comments]

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