True Ghost Stories

'IT' was there to take me!

July 2, 2015 |  0 comments
Image Credit: CC BY-SA 3.0 Rute Martins At the age of fifteen I felt I had a decision to make, to choose God or not. I had struggled with it, almost subconsciously, for a few days. One night as I lay in bed trying to sleep I had a terrifying experience that is very hard to explain. I 'saw' in my mind the top of our house and close neighbors yards. I 'saw' a black entity come flying out of nowhere and go around my house once then in the front door and up the stairs, stopping abruptly at my bedroom door, which was open.

It moved extremely fast and by the time it was at my bedroom door, I was back in my bed. I 'saw' it as a very abnormally muscular large black cat, sort of like a panther, but larger and very unusually muscular. I instinctively knew it was there to take me, it wanted me dead. I had no question in my mind of it's intentions. I was completely terrified. I truly felt that something was keeping it from entering my room, like there was an invisible wall or barrier keeping it from entering my room and taking me. I cried and called out for my mom, nothing came out. I called for my dad, again, nothing. I could feel my vocal chords straining to make noise, but I couldn't.My bed was set in the very corner of the room and I pushed myself as far into the corner as I could, I was sobbing. I was scared that if I moved a tiny bit it would be let loose and I would be killed. I finally after about two minutes worked up the strength and courage to reach to my nightstand and retrieve my Bible. I held it clutched to my chest still keeping myself crammed in the corner of my bed. I never took my eyes off the door. It seemed to be pacing impatiently back and forth in front of the door, like a caged beast waiting to pounce on it's prey. I held the Bible until my knuckles were white and my fingers were numb, I cried and cried, praying for God to help me.

It felt like a couple of hours went by until I finally fell asleep while crying. When I woke up around five in the morning, I was still shoved in the corner, clutching the Bible just as strong as before. My eyes were swollen and itchy from crying. I felt a peace at that point. I knew it was gone, and I had chosen to follow God. That was a very harrowing experience for me. It was a defining moment in my spiritual life and I have had numerous experiences before and afterwards. But nothing as absolutely terrifying as this experience.

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