My earliest experiences with the supernatural occurred when
I was ten years old. There were three bedrooms, so my
brother and I were each able to have our own rooms. Not
only did he often tell me stories of a "ten foot man" that
came to terrify him at night, but I was also subjected to
very uneasy feelings when I stayed in my room alone.
For a while I thought I was just hallucinating when I saw
evil shadows lurking in the darkness, or when I heard
banging coming from the closet. Coming back from the
bathroom I often saw a group of the shadow people standing
around my bed. I usually spent the night on the couch at
that point.
Other times I would try to enter my room only
to be stopped by a strange soul-gripping fear. Just when I
thought I was getting comfortable with my unwelcome
visitors, the main force of evil decided to show itself.
Throughout the space of a week I would wake up at exactly
3:00 am to the sound of nails tapping on my window. My bed
would begin to shudder and I would see what looked like a
fountain of colors erupt from the floor of the room near my
left shoulder. I would experience a feeling of complete
disorientation accompanied by dizziness and the shadow
people would seem to fill the room. I would often see
strange figures in the mirror that was hung on the wall
near the foot of my bed. On the last day that the intense
phenomena happened, I saw my wall bulge out as if someone
was pressing on it from outside the house. Suddenly, the
bulge gave birth to the most evil face I have ever
witnessed. It had chalk white skin and stringy, greasy
brown hair that would have been shoulder length if it had
bothered to manifest shoulders. It looked at me and the
sagging flesh around its eyes housed nothing but empty pits
of deep blackness. I must have flinched because it smiled a
cruel smile, revealing twisted, broken, rotten teeth. Then,
it simply disappeared. I never saw that fiend again, but I
often felt his presence.
Later, I moved to upstate New York and lived with my Dad
for a time though I still went back to that house when I
visited my Mom. It was during a break in my sophmore year
of high school that an amazing thing happened in that room.
I was going through a very rough time and was very
depressed. I climbed into bed for the night and tried to
sleep. I was staring into the mirror, hoping that the fiend
would nto decide to show up again, when I saw a figure
appear in the glass. I remember being startled but not
afraid at all. It was dressed in a dark brown robe with a
hood, so I could not see its face. It placed its palms
against the glass for a moment, then pressed them through
into my room. It gripped the edges of the mirror and hauled
the rest of its body into our world, where it crumpled to
the floor. It must have lain on the floor for a moment as I
saw nothing. Suddenly, the robe billowed up near the foot
of my bed and assumed a humanoid shape. It glided around
the bed to hover near my right shoulder and seemed to be
looking into my face. Then, it held its hands above my
face, palms down. I immediately blacked out. It seemed only
an instant later, but I was awake. I was in an incredible
mood; though I did nto at that point remember what
happened, my depression had lifted and then some. I climbed
out of bed and turned to make it when I noticed something
odd. There was a beautiful stone laying in my bed directly
in the area where the small of my back would have been.
There is no way that the stone could have been there the
night before; I would have noticed the stone and picked it
up. The stone itself looked as if it were a blackened,
skeletal hand clutching a blazing ball of fire, for in
between the "fingers" of black stone were streaks of
beautiful orange and red, the colors of a sunset. I only
had the stone in my posession for two weeks, but those two
weeks were the most fantastic weeks I had ever had (at that
point). It was more than enough to get me out of my
depression, and I am very thankful for that spirit's kind
gift. Unfortunately, I kept the stone in my wallet,
intending to make a pendant of it, when my wallet was
stolen in a rash of burglaries of the school gym locker
room. Someday, I hope to be able to contact the spirit that
made the stone. i wouldn't dream of asking for another, I
just wish to thank it for saving my life.
Contact me here: cliffordsherman@comcast.net
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