Dark Forces

I'm not sure if this is the proper place to post this, but my story has a bit of everything. Paranormal, strange dreams, though I feel as though there's some kind of psychic connection to it all.

I've been told by a psychic that I possess psychic abilities as well. I feel like I do, but it feels as though I've been blocked off from it at a very early age. Hopefully my story will provide some insight.

My story begins in my early childhood.

When I was around four years old I started to have these recurring nightmares. I had a few different ones, one of which I've had up until about two years ago. Though the most memorable was the one I'd have about the crawlspace of my first house.

Next to my bed was a small door which led to the crawlspace that ran along the length of my house. All my toys were here and it's where I spent most of my time. It was split in half between my area and my parents storage space, who also had a door leading into their room. It was always dark and cluttered. Though I never paid much attention to it.

Almost every night like clockwork, I'd have that dream. I'd be in my bed and would look over to see light shining through the crack of the crawlspace door. I'd get up, walk in and look around at my toys. Then, uncontrollably I'd turn towards my parents side, and slowly be drawn in. Deeper and deeper. Darker and darker. Until I was surrounded by total darkness. Then, two huge yellow glowing eyes would open up and stare at me until I woke up. I was terrified. Though I never told my parents until I was older (it turns out my mom had very similar dreams around the same age). I had this dream for years until my brother was born. He was moved into my room, and I downstairs.

The other recurring dream I've had right up until about two years ago takes place in the basement of my grandparents house. It would start with me standing there at the bottom of the stairs, and the only thing going through my head was "run". I'd quickly dart up the stairs, but just before I made it to the top something would drag me back down. It went like that every time until the last time, which I'll get to later.

Fast forward to 2011, I moved into an apartment by myself. Here I experimented with Out of Body Experiences, or OBE's. I could never willingly escape from my body, but I did a few times involuntarily through dream states. Briefly however. Though one incident is worth mentioning.

During the second week of attempting an OBE something very strange occurred. I would always attempt them at night before sleeping. I'd go through the motions of keeping my mind awake while letting my body fall asleep. This particular night I reached a plateau. I felt euphoric. My whole body was vibrating, and this bright coffee color filled the void behind my eyelids, then I heard a power surge. I could no longer hear or feel my overhead fan. I thought I did it.

"You did it! You're out! Open your eyes!"

I opened my eyes. I'm still in my room. I hear another power surge, my fan starts spinning. I look over to see my clock flashing 12:00. I jumped up, grabbed my phone and started to record the aftermath. I went into the kitchen to find the clocks flashing 12:00 as well. The only thing running through my head was,

"... Did I cause this?..."

I'm not claiming that I did, but it's a very strange coincidence. The time between when the power went out, when I felt I had left my body, and when it turned back on was only about 3 seconds. Also worth noting, is that I found out later the power had gone out as far as 5 km away at a friends house.

A few months after this I picked up a new hobby. The Ouija board. I've used them before over the years, but with few results. I bought one for 15$ off Ebay. The first few times didn't produce anything spectacular either. Until I used it with these two sisters. We spoke to something for almost two hours. Or so I thought. I found out later that one of the sisters was manipulating the planchet, which through my research I found to be the likely cause for the events that followed.

After we used the board, the sisters went home and I went to bed. As I started to doze off, I felt a strange sensation in my leg. I opened my eyes to find my leg suspended in the air, and behind it a black figure. I shot up, my leg slammed back to the bed and the figure vanished instantly.

Now, I consider myself a pretty fearless person. Likely due to mental conditioning I put myself through in my early teens.

But when I saw that thing standing there, it brought me back to that all too familiar place in the crawlspace.

I threw my clothes on, jumped in my car and drove to my mother's.

I returned the next day. Pissed off. I wasn't going to let it bring me down without a fight. I went to bed that night, and it got to work as soon as my eyes shut.

I could feel the room closing in around me. Something creeping closer and closer until I opened my eyes. The curtains which always billowed slightly from my fan, seemed to move with a sense of purpose. The faint shadows on the walls writhed and squirmed a bit more than usual. It played on my every perception. The worst part were the spasms. Right before I would fall asleep, after managing to ignore everything else, my arm or leg would shoot up. Sometimes I'd even try folding my legs, only to have them both shoot up. For over a year, this thing tormented me. It got so bad that I even spoke to a priest at the church down the street. I'm not religious, in fact I'm against it, but I was getting desperate. He looked at me like I was nuts (can't really blame him), but he gave me some holy water and a pendant of the archangel Michael. I sprayed some water around and said some prayers, but didn't feel much. My faith is with the power from within. I was going to beat this thing, not god.

Eventually I had to start sleeping during the day, as that's when things would stop. At night, is when I would speak to it through the Ouija board.

Yeah, call me crazy. Everyone did.

I usually used it with one open minded friend, and we sure got a lot out of it. I took everything it said with a grain of salt, but it said some pretty wild things at times.

One time after using it for a couple of hours, it went silent. I would keep asking if anything was still with us, but nothing. After a few moments of silence I said some random phrase,

"What did the purple sheep say to the horse?"

BOOM, it snapped right back into action and spelt out:

WAR THE RED MANED HORSE OF FOUR

Then it started going on and on about the four horseman of the apocalypse, it said pestilence was dead, and that it was the horse keeper.

I think we spoke to a lot of different things. I even played a chess game with it once. Though the one we spoke to most, the one who claimed to be haunting me called itself "Belial". We didn't know what that meant, until my friend who was laying on my couch said it was the name of a demon. Upon searching it up, turns out it's one of the "seven crown princes of hell", if you believe in that. I personally think whatever these things are, connect themselves to whatever mythology man puts faith in.

It also got into my dreams. On the third or fourth night after seeing the figure, I had a dream where everyone was ignoring me. In reality I'd say whatever, but in the dream I was extremely sad. Then the very next night I had a dream that I broke something and got extremely angry... It honestly felt like something was analyzing my emotions.

Much later, when things started to die down I had the most surreal dream of my life. It started off great. I was back in high school, in gym class. All these girls kept coming up and flirting with me. It felt awesome. Too awesome. Then we were outside waiting for the bus. This mine cart pulls up and we hop in. As it was a dream, nothing seemed strange. We were rolling down the tracks through the woods. It was a sunny day with a blue sky. Then I noticed this dark whispy/twister thing fly up and back down over the tree line. For whatever reason, I became lucid. I looked around and said,

"I keep forgetting"

The girl across from me said,

"What?"

"That all of this is just a dream."

Then BOOM!

It was like the whole world dropped like a curtain, I was back in my bed, frozen with my gaze fixed on a point on my ceiling. The black figure was standing over the left side of the bed, leaned over and screamed,

"NO!

THIS

IS

LIFE!"

I shot straight up out of my sleep, my heart racing. I looked around and realized that everything looked exactly the same as the dream, even the light shining through my curtains (it was around noon).

I asked the board a lot of questions. Often with cryptic and or meaningless responses. Though sometimes it would say some pretty profound things. It told me I've been followed from a very young age...

I would always ask it "why?". Why was it tormenting me? It would always beat around the bush. Never giving me a straight answer. Until one night it finally did. I asked one last time,

"Why are you doing this to me?"

To which it responded:

BECAUSE YOU ARE A CHALLENGE

I like to think I have a strong sense of intuition. When it spelt that out, it felt like an affirmation. Like It was telling me what I already knew, or rather "felt."

Another very strange occurrence was a phone call my friend received. I woke up one afternoon to find a text from a friend,

"What's up? You called"

Confused, I checked my outgoing calls. None to her. I called her, she told me I called around 12. I told her I was sleeping. I asked her what happened, and she said all she heard was someone breath, then hung up. She came over later. She showed me her call history, and there it was, my number at 12:00. Very strange.

My biggest regret from all this, is what it did to my mother.

She grew up in a couple haunted houses, and had a lot of experiences. While I was growing up she had a lot of nightmares. I'd wake up in the night to the sound of her struggling in her sleep. I'd run in and wake her up. She'd be crying, but couldn't remember the dreams.

One night I stayed at her place, which was the first time since I saw the figure. So about a year since. It was late. I was watching a movie downstairs. As I did, I kept hearing something. I would keep pausing the movie and listen. This happened a few times, until I waited. I heard my mom struggling. I ran upstairs to find her waving her hands in front of her. I woke her up and she started crying. Once she calmed down, she told me what happened. She said she felt someone walk into the room and come into the bed. She thought it was her boyfriend. Then it rolled over on top of her, and she could see its silhouette. She described the same thing I saw. She could feel some kind of snout. It started biting her. She fought to get it off until I woke her up.

I was very angry.

It gave me one final dream.

I was back in my grandparents basement.

Run.

I ran up the stairs. But this time, I made it. As soon as I made it to the top of the stairs, I turned and quickly slammed the door shut.

But something blocked the door. I struggled hard to close it. Through the gap, I could see nothing there. An invisible force. I fought hard until I couldn't feel anything fighting against me. I released my grip, and the door slowly swung. Then BOOM it was trying to get at me again. It faked me out. I held that damn door with everything I had. Until I woke up.

I beat it. Took me twenty years, but I beat it. The whole time I was fighting to shut that door, I could feel it. I could feel what was on the other side of that door. It was angry. Very angry. It was as if it was saying, or rather FEELING:

"NO. THERE IS NO WAY YOU'RE BEATING ME"

But I did.

Things started to die down after that. Until they stopped completely. Nothing has happened for almost two years.

But something else is happening now. Something I can't explain.

This feeling like something is coming. Not nessisarily for me, but for us... Humanity. I don't know what it is, but I can't shake it. I feel something changing in me. Shifting.

I've felt my entire life that I came here with a purpose. It feels like that purpose is fast approaching. Though it also feels like something has been trying to keep me from that purpose. Blocking me in some way. Blocking me from Hypnosis, meditation and higher levels of consciousness. Almost like I'm a threat to some diabolical plan...

There's a lot more to my story, but I think I've covered the most important events. I just wanted to get it out there in case I don't have the chance in the future.

I don't know what I expect to gain from sharing my story. Maybe there are others who have experienced what I have. I don't know. I just feel like someone needs to know. And if there's someone out there who's going through what I have, you're not alone.

If you have any questions or would like to hear more I'll do my best to oblige.

If anyone has had similar experiences or can give some insight into the things I've experienced, it would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you