My name is John and I grew up on my grandfathers farm in North Carolina. My family believes in the Christ and taught me so as well. Don't let that deter you from continuing to read. Even with that belief I was a drug addict by 12 and wishing for an end by 14.
A close friend of mine at 14 years old shot himself in the chest with a 410 shotgun. He was pronounced dead on the scene. I stopped by with a friend but was asked to leave, due to the amount of people there. I know now it was because I had been drinking. I went home and told my family and we all were hurt and shocked, but I was selfish and wished it had been me instead. All those people who came after he died, maybe I could have that, too. WOW! I was jealous over a friends suicide.
I came into my room, closed the door as always because my mom left the bathroom light on everynight, and it shined on the hallway wall in front of my door. I went to sleep crying that night and prayed to God to take me because I couldn't do it myself. I remember crying until I fell asleep sometime later. About 12 midnight that is.
Sometime after 3 a.m. I woke up crying saying, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Three times I said this to myself. I looked over and saw my door was open, and just inside my door was a figure that was about 7 ft. Tall. I know this because it reached our 7 ft. Ceiling. It was blacker than anything I have ever seen or imagined. It fit the grim reaper description, but that name sounds like a joke for this. Like calling Hitler, Mickey Mouse. I said to It in my loudest voice (a wisper), I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. Three times again. It had started coming towards me as I said this, and I could feel something like excitment from It due to my fear. It was now 2 ft. Inside my small room, and 3 ft. From me and I could see it in the darkness of my room clearly. It was 10 times darker than anything else around. This is it's description: Around 7 feet tall, 3.5 feet wide. It was solid in form yet it seemed to be almost see through, but it wasn't because I couldn't see past It's darkness. It floated and walked at the same time. If it had a face, It had lost it to darkness long, long ago. I could see no hands or arms, but as It reached for me It's arms seemed to peel off it's sides like a butterflies wings. It wasn't wings, but I feel It had wings or did before. I could not breath, It had stolen my breath, or so it seemed.
All of a sudden it stopped, like it heard what was coming to my mind. I closed my eyes and said JESUS, I DON'T WANT TO DIE! My last hope, so I said it with all I had. It was still a wisper to reality, but probably boomed in Heaven. Right as I said this, I felt a warm flowing liquidy feeling roll over me like it was wet, but under my skin. It felt like blood. Comfort, and calmness swept over me and my whole room. Like the paneling on the wall could feel it. I knew before I opened my eyes what I would see. It was gone, just a pinch of black on the wall. The black on the wall that was dark as night, was now shining with the bathrooms light. I soon went back to sleep and slept comfortably.
I know now that all I had to say was Jesus. IT heard His name before I said it. That's why It stopped in It's tracks. But as they say, Hindsight is 20/20. I can't tell you what it was or It's name, the Collector maybe, but it was not there in my best intrest. That happened when I was 14, I am now 35 and that is the clearest memory I have. 21 years and It still has a clear picture in my head. To those who believe like me now, and to those who do not as I did before. Live gratefully, and give thanks for all you do in what you believe in and share with the world "YOUR BATHROOM LIGHT".
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Thank you for being honest and vulnerable and sharing your story. It really REALLY hits home for me as I had almost the exact same experience at that time in my life too.
I grew up in a very non-religious Christian upbringing, as in go to church, pray before meals, and that was mainly it. But growing up I always had horrific nightmares-- it was a constant struggle for me, and my mom was always trying to teach me how to pray and what to say to "fight" against these feelings and dreams and when I woke up in the night to ground myself.
So Between 12-14 years old for me was a very very hard time for me. I had the closest friend I'd ever made move away very very quickly when I was 12 and I didn't know how to cope with losing someone so close to me being in my life and I became a very negative and upset young girl, and wore clothing and dressed in a way that looked like I hated life and was in pain, and eventually began cutting myself because of this inability to process what to do from there and within myself, and fitting in (as pretty much every other 12-14 year old feels).
Anyway, I listened to music that cultivated this sort of dark, depressed attitude, and though I could not STAND watching horror movies I found myself in social situations where I was trying to fit in and there would be horrific movies playing and I was too embarrassed to speak up and do something else, but I couldn't watch those things because I would have the most intense dark evil dreams that night and for the next few nights.
So a combination of cultivating negative feelings and attitudes towards life, listening to music that was geared towards things like suicide and ending life, and being exposed to seeing horrific movies, I had gotten myself into such a situation where when it was night time I was terrified and overtaken with fear from all these ideas in my mind.
But there was one particular night after feeling uncomfortable socially with some acquaintances, I went to bed, was laying there and felt or experienced or imagined, whatever you want to call it- this huge black dark figure that was as tall as my ceiling began crouching in the corner of my room and then slowly began approaching me, and it was the most terrifying, fearful thing I had every experienced, it was so dark-- in multiple aspects of the word, like you were describing, I felt absolutely paralyzed with fear, as though I could not move or do anything, and I think I did a combination of saying "Jesus" or "I'm protected by the blood of Jesus" and I somehow managed to get up, psyche myself up and turn on a light (which was right behind the figure). So I scrambled to turn on the light, and then proceeded to try to tape my eyelids open because I was afraid that when I closed my eyes I would see that figure again, and I wrote my fickle little boyfriend at the time the longest note ever written by any teenage girl, I think I wrote for 3 hours because this happened at about 3 AM (funny how so many people talk about that time, I've heard it's called the Witching Hour), and then it was finally starting to become light outside so I could sleep.
I have only told a few people that story; when I was 14-17 I was a "super" Christian and was heavily involved in Christian culture/youth groups, and so I viewed that as an evil or demonic spirit (I also have 1 other craaaaaazy freaking experience that happened to me of nothing else I can explain as a friend was unconscious and a demon was talking through her... Anyways) but I viewed it in that light, but then pulling away from church culture I tried to dismiss the experience on an intellectual level, but reading your story I was like "Ohhhhhhh crap. Guess not." Very very interesting. Thank you so much again for sharing though, that really helps me feel real and human. Cheers my friend!