Post by aneaglesangel on Jun 6, 2006 16:34:32 GMT -5
This incident occured during the time that I lived alone with my oldest son. He was about 3, and was in the throes of severe chronic asthma. I spent most of my time trying to keep him breathing and healthy. I spent many hours at the hospital with him when it became life and death struggles for him.
There was a terrible spring one year and it rained and rained it seemed like forever and the temperatures were high enough for mold and mildew to grow outside. This set my son's affliction off to the point of being up all night at home or in the hospital. Needless to say I was one tired mother!!
One night my son was feeling a bit better and I fell asleep in my bed reading. I swear this entity knew exactly when to attack, when I was at my weakest, when it could have it's greatest power over me. This particular night, it seemed to take particular pleasure in depriving me of much needed rest! Five times, it came to my bed. The usual, stomp on my bed as if it's marching to a band, waking me, pouncing with its great weight and holding me so hard it was impossible to get a full breath. During the attacks, I surely felt what my son's asthma must have felt like for each breath with the entity's weight upon me was hard won!!
This night I just had no fight in me, exhaustion had taken its toll upon my body. The long hours in the hospital, the long hours spent helping my son to breathe. The all out wars trying to get my son to take his medication. You see, he was on meds soo long that even the yummy bubblegum antibiotics were no longer acceptable to him. I literally had to wrap him in a towel so his arms and legs were not free, sit on top of him, shove the med into his mouth quick, then hold my hand over his mouth as quickly as I could. This sounds cruel I know but believe me, I've seen 107.8 fevers in my boy, getting tylenol into him during a fever from pneumonia was sometimes a life or death struggle and I'd do anything to get it down his throat!! If I wasn't quick, I wore the medicine, you don't know how many nights I was sticky with red gunk!! (Don't you say it, X!!!)
So because I didn't fight, I couldn't fight, it took less time for the entity to release me each time. But it was quite annoying for this thing to wake me up, I needed some sleep, dammit!! After the fifth or sixth attack, I rose wearily from my bed, dragged my comforter (a new one since the other one had long since been sent off to blanket heaven) and headed for the couch. I remember what I was thinking as I walked the hallway to the living room. I remember I was thinking about getting help, but who'd believe me?? I know I whispered out loud something to the effect of, Oh god I wish it would just go away, or some such thing.
I took my blanket and pushed my face into the corner where the back and seat met, hoping I could hide myself away from this thing. I thought maybe if I could just push myself far enough into the couch it wouldn't be able to find me. I think I may even have cried as I felt its tingle coming upon me, even as I lay awake!! I began to sob more loudly and I remember whispering more strongly, "oh please, HELP!!"
BANG!!! As if someone had shut a door!! Smash as if something fell in the bedroom!!! A wind blowing away from me where I lay on my couch!! Now I was reeeeaaally bawling my eyes out!! I can't tell you the terror I felt at that moment and I tried so hard to be absorbed by the couch, it was probably comical if anyone had been watching! Sounds filled my house as I tried so desperately to fade away into the molecules of my sofa. Whispers, winds, crashes, bangs, smashes. My son, in a feverish stupor, did not wake. I think out of all the sounds, it was the whispers that scared me the most. There were at least 3-4 voices and for the first time, I realized that the activities I'd seen, were not just one spirit. Each whisper had it's own timbre and inflections it seemed. I had a battle of ghosts going on around me and for the first time, I began to realize they weren't all bad. I mean, I had asked for help, hadn't I?? I'd even said "please!"
I could never tell you how long I lay with my face and body pressed into the back of my couch. To me, it was an eternity that I lay there listening to the whispers and jumping at each crash or bang. There was a great crashing noise that made me almost leap from the couch and I felt a sudden cold breeze rush by me as if someone were running for the door. Unexpectedly a great hush fell upon my house. I listened with my very heart and soul to the silence that suddenly filled my home. I dared not move, I was still that frightened. Not a sound, not a peep. As I listened, the house began to lighten with the rising sun, a bird began to sing. I knew it was over, the battle was done. I was rooting for my "good guys", I prayed hard that they had won this battle. Somewhere along the line, I fell into sleep.
When I awoke to my son a few hours later, there was no evidence of what had caused the crashing and banging in my house. Nothing was broken, nothing was out of place, nothing moved. I still wonder to this day, what those noises were. Were they some kind of energies hitting against each other in the heat of battle?? Who were these spirits who had come to my call?? Why did they fight for me?? Did they defeat that nasty bugger who attacked me in the night?? Was it Leo, come to save me once again?? I knew I needed to find the answers, I just didn't know how!
There was a terrible spring one year and it rained and rained it seemed like forever and the temperatures were high enough for mold and mildew to grow outside. This set my son's affliction off to the point of being up all night at home or in the hospital. Needless to say I was one tired mother!!
One night my son was feeling a bit better and I fell asleep in my bed reading. I swear this entity knew exactly when to attack, when I was at my weakest, when it could have it's greatest power over me. This particular night, it seemed to take particular pleasure in depriving me of much needed rest! Five times, it came to my bed. The usual, stomp on my bed as if it's marching to a band, waking me, pouncing with its great weight and holding me so hard it was impossible to get a full breath. During the attacks, I surely felt what my son's asthma must have felt like for each breath with the entity's weight upon me was hard won!!
This night I just had no fight in me, exhaustion had taken its toll upon my body. The long hours in the hospital, the long hours spent helping my son to breathe. The all out wars trying to get my son to take his medication. You see, he was on meds soo long that even the yummy bubblegum antibiotics were no longer acceptable to him. I literally had to wrap him in a towel so his arms and legs were not free, sit on top of him, shove the med into his mouth quick, then hold my hand over his mouth as quickly as I could. This sounds cruel I know but believe me, I've seen 107.8 fevers in my boy, getting tylenol into him during a fever from pneumonia was sometimes a life or death struggle and I'd do anything to get it down his throat!! If I wasn't quick, I wore the medicine, you don't know how many nights I was sticky with red gunk!! (Don't you say it, X!!!)
So because I didn't fight, I couldn't fight, it took less time for the entity to release me each time. But it was quite annoying for this thing to wake me up, I needed some sleep, dammit!! After the fifth or sixth attack, I rose wearily from my bed, dragged my comforter (a new one since the other one had long since been sent off to blanket heaven) and headed for the couch. I remember what I was thinking as I walked the hallway to the living room. I remember I was thinking about getting help, but who'd believe me?? I know I whispered out loud something to the effect of, Oh god I wish it would just go away, or some such thing.
I took my blanket and pushed my face into the corner where the back and seat met, hoping I could hide myself away from this thing. I thought maybe if I could just push myself far enough into the couch it wouldn't be able to find me. I think I may even have cried as I felt its tingle coming upon me, even as I lay awake!! I began to sob more loudly and I remember whispering more strongly, "oh please, HELP!!"
BANG!!! As if someone had shut a door!! Smash as if something fell in the bedroom!!! A wind blowing away from me where I lay on my couch!! Now I was reeeeaaally bawling my eyes out!! I can't tell you the terror I felt at that moment and I tried so hard to be absorbed by the couch, it was probably comical if anyone had been watching! Sounds filled my house as I tried so desperately to fade away into the molecules of my sofa. Whispers, winds, crashes, bangs, smashes. My son, in a feverish stupor, did not wake. I think out of all the sounds, it was the whispers that scared me the most. There were at least 3-4 voices and for the first time, I realized that the activities I'd seen, were not just one spirit. Each whisper had it's own timbre and inflections it seemed. I had a battle of ghosts going on around me and for the first time, I began to realize they weren't all bad. I mean, I had asked for help, hadn't I?? I'd even said "please!"
I could never tell you how long I lay with my face and body pressed into the back of my couch. To me, it was an eternity that I lay there listening to the whispers and jumping at each crash or bang. There was a great crashing noise that made me almost leap from the couch and I felt a sudden cold breeze rush by me as if someone were running for the door. Unexpectedly a great hush fell upon my house. I listened with my very heart and soul to the silence that suddenly filled my home. I dared not move, I was still that frightened. Not a sound, not a peep. As I listened, the house began to lighten with the rising sun, a bird began to sing. I knew it was over, the battle was done. I was rooting for my "good guys", I prayed hard that they had won this battle. Somewhere along the line, I fell into sleep.
When I awoke to my son a few hours later, there was no evidence of what had caused the crashing and banging in my house. Nothing was broken, nothing was out of place, nothing moved. I still wonder to this day, what those noises were. Were they some kind of energies hitting against each other in the heat of battle?? Who were these spirits who had come to my call?? Why did they fight for me?? Did they defeat that nasty bugger who attacked me in the night?? Was it Leo, come to save me once again?? I knew I needed to find the answers, I just didn't know how!