In January 2009, my parents' apartment was being renovated so they let us stay in an empty apartment two floors above us. Before I continue, I must say, that I'm not a religious woman, but I do believe in God. My mom and her side of the family believe in spirits, saints and so on. I've always had dreams and could never interpret them. I mean, I would see someone dying but I never know who it is. And on MANY occasions, someone does die. My mom says its a gift and that she had it when she was a child. I just need to interpret the meaning of the dreams and try and help the person. I have a cousin that what you may call a Medium. She can talk to the spirits. That's a whole other story I will talk about another time.
Anyway, as I was saying, I was staying upstairs at the renovated apartment with my mom. Something happened the night before when my friend spent the night with me. So I felt unease. I was lying down with my mom and all of the lights were on. I must have dozed off.
In my dream, I was talking to my mom in the living room. I noticed that there was something in the living room with us. I can't explain what it looked like. I asked my mom in my dream, what is that. And she said she couldn't see it. I got frustrated and walked to the bedroom and laid down. (In my "dream" I'm lying down just like I was when I fell asleep).
As I was dozing off, I peeked and saw the figure which looked like an animal with bright yellow eyes on the foot of the bed. With every time I peeked, it came closer. I couldn't move. I'm trying to yell out to my mom, but nothing came out. It felt like I had someone holding my body down. Something strong and evil. It felt like it was stronger every time it got closer. I didn't know what to do. By this time, I was sure that I was up. I WAS NOT asleep. What ever this was got so close to my face, that I know, I will NEVER forget the color of its eyes. It felt so evil.
Like I said before, I'm not a religious person, but all I could have done was pray. I did not know of any prayers but I just started saying things. I jumped up crying and screaming and yelling. My mom jumped up. I told her what happened. She explained to me that it was a bad spirit. She felt it before but did not want to scare me.
So the next day, we went to the church, got holy water, sage from this store that someone will go to get things to ward off the spirits (botanica), and a saying (passage). So, my mom told me to stay away for a few days while she cleansed the house.
Till this day, things still happen. Not as bad as that incident. I since moved from my parents house, but she said a lot of times when I go there, I bring spirits to her home. She had to keep buying candles to "show them the light".
This story may seem like its a typical Spanish heritage story, but it definitely happened to me. I had insomnia for about 2 months. This isn't the first thing that has happened to me, but this has definately been the scariest.
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