This experience happened around five or six years ago, I was in a pretty bad place in my life and struggling with some things. Mainly my religion and my love life; the two didn't mesh well and I was stuck between wanting to be a perfect disciple, if you will, and the need to be completely and utterly myself - I left my religion and came out of the closet some years later.
Anyway, around early evening when the sun was just starting to dip down below the horizon I had a weird sensation of being sat on and held down while I was propped up in bed reading. The pressure was incredibly heavy on my chest and I began to feel incredibly anxious and I got that horrible sense of dread, like something bad was going to happen or was currently happening. I then felt the sensation of being choked.
I know through this whole experience that I wasn't dreaming and I wasn't having sleep paralysis because I was awake and aware the entire time and I was able to move my arm/hand to be able to call a friend to pray over/with me. I didn't know what else to do and it seemed to do the trick.
As soon as my friend began praying, I felt whatever it was physically snap away from me very quickly and flee. The energy in the room lifted and it seemed as though the room became brighter/lighter.
I was obviously quite shook up and had to leave the house for a while. At that time of day there wasn't very many places to go so I chilled out in my backyard until it got too cold and then slept (or tried to sleep) on the sofa with the light and the tv turned on.
This is the ONLY negative experience I've ever had in this house and the only time I have ever feared for my life.
Could this have been something to do with my own feelings and could I have called to, or unintentionally manifested this... Thing, myself? Possibly. What do you think?
Demon? Or my own consciousness?
I'm so glad you posted this story and reading the great comments have made me realise I'm not so 'odd' after all! 😊
I came from a good Catholic family, but stepped out of the Catholic church in my late teens. There were many reasons for this, but one in particular which I won't go into, as it still has the power to make me very angry! I looked at other religions and it took a while before I began to realise that though they all 'look' different, they all have the same purpose. That's when I stepped away all together and I've never regretted doing so.
That's not to say I don't believe though. I pray often and whenever I'm afraid, such as the few occasions I've had sleep paralysis, calling for Jesus or Michael the Archangel works immediately every time, just as praying worked for you.
Best wishes to you!