My experience with demonic possession/u/Lazy_Stranger2328

The Paranormal | January 16, 2023

My experience with demonic possession/u/Lazy_Stranger2328

My earliest memory with this thing was when I was a kid. I was in bed, and something woke me up. It felt wrong, and terrible, so I hid under my covers like a kid would. And i felt this thing creep up my bunkbed up the ladder and literally just stare at me. I could feel it's presence right outside of my blanket. I fell back asleep somehow, desperately wishing it would leave.

It would then give me nightmares. For years, and they'd always be the same. I'd be in bed, like I was awake, but I'd be paralyzed and just see IT hovering above me. It always had this shit eating grin, like it was enjoying what it was doing. It came in many shapes, but the two eye holes and smile will always be burned into my memories.

Sometimes in the dreams I'd be able to move. But my body would weigh a ton and I wouldn't be able to get out of bed. I would cry for help to find my voice didn't work. I'd literally crawl out of bed sometimes and turn on the light to find it didn't work. Sometimes I'd crawl and make it all the way to my brother's room or my parents, but they'd never be able to help me. All the while that thing was there and just eating it up.

The thing is it always felt so realistic, like I didn't know I was dreaming until I woke up. It was horrifying. Sometimes it bled into actual waking paralysis, and I would know for sure i was awake but be actually paralyzed. I would see it lurking around my room, crawling on the ceiling, or just hovering right above me smiling like it loved to do.

Eventually, I learned how to fight back. Instead of getting scared in those dreams, I would get angry, and swing at the thing if I could. It changed its tactics and started giving me different nightmares, but when my sleep self started to notice it getting dark, I'd jolt myself into lucidity and banish whatever form it took and change my dreams.

So it came for me in my waking life. It would whisper awful things to me, make me distrust people and hate myself. I had no idea it was the THING and it was putting the thoughts in my head, it sounded like my own voice. It would make me rape myself, and make me hurt myself. It drove me to attempting suicide in highschool. It made me do awful, destructive things and I lost a lot of friends. I'm still traumatized and have a shaky relationship with people in general.

As I moved out of highschool I got into spirituality. I did a lot of research about energy and entities and finally put the pieces together. I was possessed. It was a demon. Probably a low level one but a demon all the same. At my lowest point after the suicide, it showed itself to me in person.

I had just been kicked out and was living in a total dump of a place. I really hated myself and I was getting drunk and throwing things and channeling a lot of anger. And I guess it was enough for it to manifest because I heard a deep rumbling, almost like a growl and I could "feel" something coming from the other side. Then a shadow appeared, complete with horns, a tail, and glowing red eyes. I felt powerful fear just by looking at it, as if it radiated fear and negativity. It didn't say anything, and I willed it to leave and it did. Or maybe just made itself invisible again.

I started to realize it was feeding on my negativity. It all started with the nightmares, that mindless fear, and it's smile. I was food for it. Or, it knew how to play me to make food. So, I starved it. I aggressively changed my life. I was already into spirituality but I devoted my life to it and uplifting myself and clearing my energy. I found God, and made his presence the one at my shoulder, his voice the only one I heard. I even started casting spells and cast a powerful banishing spell. I beat it with a passion.

As the paper etched with all its foul deeds burned away, I actually felt the oppression I had known all my life start to fade. I felt confident in the fact it was gone, and confident that I could shape my life, just like I had shaped my dreams. I haven't had any nightmares since then, no physical incursions. I still have some negative thoughts cos who doesn't? But they aren't nearly as frequent or as loud as they used to be.

But maybe it's still there. Maybe it's just silently biding it's time, waiting for me to slip up so it can sink its teeth in one more time.

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[link] [comments]My earliest memory with this thing was when I was a kid. I was in bed, and something woke me up. It felt wrong, and terrible, so I hid under my covers like a kid would. And i felt this thing creep up my bunkbed up the ladder and literally just stare at me. I could feel it's presence right outside of my blanket. I fell back asleep somehow, desperately wishing it would leave. It would then give me nightmares. For years, and they'd always be the same. I'd be in bed, like I was awake, but I'd be paralyzed and just see IT hovering above me. It always had this shit eating grin, like it was enjoying what it was doing. It came in many shapes, but the two eye holes and smile will always be burned into my memories. Sometimes in the dreams I'd be able to move. But my body would weigh a ton and I wouldn't be able to get out of bed. I would cry for help to find my voice didn't work. I'd literally crawl out of bed sometimes and turn on the light to find it didn't work. Sometimes I'd crawl and make it all the way to my brother's room or my parents, but they'd never be able to help me. All the while that thing was there and just eating it up. The thing is it always felt so realistic, like I didn't know I was dreaming until I woke up. It was horrifying. Sometimes it bled into actual waking paralysis, and I would know for sure i was awake but be actually paralyzed. I would see it lurking around my room, crawling on the ceiling, or just hovering right above me smiling like it loved to do. Eventually, I learned how to fight back. Instead of getting scared in those dreams, I would get angry, and swing at the thing if I could. It changed its tactics and started giving me different nightmares, but when my sleep self started to notice it getting dark, I'd jolt myself into lucidity and banish whatever form it took and change my dreams. So it came for me in my waking life. It would whisper awful things to me, make me distrust people and hate myself. I had no idea it was the THING and it was putting the thoughts in my head, it sounded like my own voice. It would make me rape myself, and make me hurt myself. It drove me to attempting suicide in highschool. It made me do awful, destructive things and I lost a lot of friends. I'm still traumatized and have a shaky relationship with people in general. As I moved out of highschool I got into spirituality. I did a lot of research about energy and entities and finally put the pieces together. I was possessed. It was a demon. Probably a low level one but a demon all the same. At my lowest point after the suicide, it showed itself to me in person. I had just been kicked out and was living in a total dump of a place. I really hated myself and I was getting drunk and throwing things and channeling a lot of anger. And I guess it was enough for it to manifest because I heard a deep rumbling, almost like a growl and I could "feel" something coming from the other side. Then a shadow appeared, complete with horns, a tail, and glowing red eyes. I felt powerful fear just by looking at it, as if it radiated fear and negativity. It didn't say anything, and I willed it to leave and it did. Or maybe just made itself invisible again. I started to realize it was feeding on my negativity. It all started with the nightmares, that mindless fear, and it's smile. I was food for it. Or, it knew how to play me to make food. So, I starved it. I aggressively changed my life. I was already into spirituality but I devoted my life to it and uplifting myself and clearing my energy. I found God, and made his presence the one at my shoulder, his voice the only one I heard. I even started casting spells and cast a powerful banishing spell. I beat it with a passion. As the paper etched with all its foul deeds burned away, I actually felt the oppression I had known all my life start to fade. I felt confident in the fact it was gone, and confident that I could shape my life, just like I had shaped my dreams. I haven't had any nightmares since then, no physical incursions. I still have some negative thoughts cos who doesn't? But they aren't nearly as frequent or as loud as they used to be. But maybe it's still there. Maybe it's just silently biding it's time, waiting for me to slip up so it can sink its teeth in one more time. submitted by /u/Lazy_Stranger2328 [link] [comments]

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