Fighting the Spirits

It's me again and as you know, I have posted quite a few stories on here and I'm quite new. But this story is based on what happened to me one night when I visited Nigeria my home-town. See, in my country we believe in evil spirits and people using evil things to get at people and this thing is very popular in our family in our country and since the day that I was born, there has been ongoing hatred and evil presences and wicked beings on my dad's side of the family where most of the trouble is.

One time at the age of 8 I went to nigeria with my dad and we had been sharing a room (and bed) at the time in his mother's house (where some of the others live) and this is what happened. It was night time and I slept on the window side and I was fast asleep and suddenly, although I could see nothing in my sleep and I knew I wasn't dreaming, it was like I was awake in the spirit realm. I started fighting with some unseen force or presence! I knew it was someone from the family that had sent it to us that night to harm us, because they are jealous of my father's success and I thank God until this day that he gave me the power to fight whatever it was!

I don't know what it was but it was definitely an evil spirit and I knew it was coming to harm us and although my eyes were closed and I was barely conscious in my (conscious mind) that I know of anyway, I was able to do what I did. As I was fighting with this thing, little did I know that I was actually fighting it in the real world because I opened my eyes and found my self fighting with the air and stopped when my dad woke up beside me and asked if I was ok and I replied yes, that my leg was a little itchy and believing me he went to sleep.

I could hardly sleep the rest of the night watching out for anything ready to harm us. I mostly fight these things in my sleep fiercely and I know I'm fighting them in real life because I can feel everything but these things only happen in my dreams now. I think these things have done it on purpose and only happens in dreams so that if they were fighting me and I needed help, I couldn't get it because no one can see it.

But thank God for my Mother and Father who KNOW these things are true because they've been to see religious people all over the world who have told them these things and they can see it, and at one point one of the culprits was even that close to admitting his part in the war. Till this day the family still has this battle in the spiritual realm and I will continue to play my part until the evil is destroyed. I know this sounds a little unreal because most people don't believe me but I'm just saying now that you don't have to believe because I know what I am saying is true.

Thanks for your time xx