When A Demon Shows Itself

I am an eternal skeptic. I believe in things such as God, angels, demons, etc... But when it comes to ghosts and such, I tend to be on the fence. I am a spiritual person and can feel good and evil... Even just by walking into a room. But I am undecided about "ghosts" of people who have died.

I hope you all will read my story and give me some objective viewpoints so that I may become a little more open to the idea of paranormal happenings. Or perhaps I'm looking to be convinced that I am not crazy, but rather simply in denial.

I'm just going to list my experiences in chronological order and give a brief description.

Here goes!

Starting around the age of 3 or 4, living in Blackfoot Idaho, I constantly heard my name being whispered. Every day, several times a day. Whether in the bathtub, a crowded room, an empty room, in bed at night, outside during the day... It didn't matter. I heard it loud and clear, CONSTANTLY. I remember asking my older sister (3yrs older than me) if she ever heard it, and she replied that she always hears HER name being whispered and she thinks it's normal. She said that everyone probably hears their name being whispered, and it has to do with our eardrums or something. So being the young child I was, I believed her when she said it was normal and never thought twice about it. I continued to hear it throughout my entire childhood, and would dismiss it upon realizing that no one around me was actually calling out to me.

Moving on to my teenage years... Living on a small farm in Oklahoma, I still heard my name being whispered quite a bit, but not nearly as often. It dwindled from several times per day to perhaps a couple of times per week. I still never thought to question it, but it did begin to creep me out. Around this time is when I also began feeling presences about me. Sometimes they were good, sometimes they completely frightened me. I began to think I was crazy, but I learned to live with the feelings and tried to ignore them.

When I stepped into my 20's, I moved to Texas. This is when all hell broke loose.

In quick summary, I began seeing dark shadows, hearing children's laughter and/or crying, hearing footsteps when home alone, feeling something sit on the edge of my bed at night, feeling hands on me when I was completely alone... Etc etc etc. There were even several instances when I would be driving my car and something would jerk my steering wheel to one side and nearly cause me to crash. There's too much to post.

Then I obtained a roommate who claimed to see demons and angels. He claimed he saw 2 demons hanging around me, but that there were also 3 angels, so I needn't worry. I didn't believe him, but didn't tell him that for fear of offending him. Upon getting to know him better, I discovered that he had an extensive collection of books about demons- one particular book about how to "summon a demon".

Oddly, I found him in the bathtub one day, fully clothed with no water in the tub... Sitting with the book and attempting to summon a demon. Naturally I thought he was crazy and asked him to stop it. But he explained that the demon was already summoned and that he could control it since he was the one who summoned it.

I told him to stop with his fantasies and to leave my home if he was going to act so absurdly. He then told me that he had asked the demon to show itself to me, but that it was not allowed to harm me or possess me. I didn't believe one bit of his ridiculous story and went about my business. That very week is when scary things began to happen to me when I was at home alone.

The first was that a glass bottle lifted off of the kitchen counter and then dropped straight to the floor, shattering. Still being the skeptic I am, I searched for open windows, doors, ceiling fans, any sort of breeze... But nothing. I still have no explanation. Next, I was watching a movie one night. It had something to do with a demon, but I can't remember what movie it was. Right as the demon was coming into character in the movie, I laughed and said that's so stupid. When I felt a hand literally sweep my lower back from right to left and every hair on my body stood on end.

I jolted out of my chair and glanced the entire room to see what could have touched me and nothing was there. I chalked it up to imagination.

The next day I was getting ready for work and was in the bathroom applying makeup. As I was leaning into the mirror to apply my eyeliner, my eyes turned from dark brown to jet black... And suddenly I wasn't looking at myself, but rather, something was staring back at me. I completely froze and nearly cried. And when I tried to look away I couldn't. Something was holding my stare. I began to panic and wanted to cry, but for some reason I said aloud- "let me see you". Instantly the stare was broken and my entire reflection in the mirror was clouded by a black shadow, concealing my face entirely. With instant regret I began crying and shouted "leave!" The entire incident lasted maybe a minute or two.

Within about 5 minutes of the incident, my "demon summoning" friend walked into the house and found me on the floor in the bathroom shocked and shaking, though I don't remember sitting down. He laughed and said "did he finally show himself?"

I said some nasty words and told him to get the hell out of my house and take his crap with him. There was no blaming my imagination for the final incident. And there is no way someone could have staged THAT.

The last thing I'd like to add is that I now have a 13 year old son, and unfortunately he is the biological child of that former roommate I kicked out. He knew I was pregnant with his child at the time, but upon kicking him out he began to claim the baby wasn't his. I allowed him to make the claims because I knew I wanted no part of raising a baby with the likes of him, and quite frankly I feared him.

When my son was very young he would talk to people who weren't there, stare at the ceiling or corner, and he often hears his name being spoken even when no one has said a word. He is also very sensitive to "good and evil" presences, as am I.

My son is not "evil" or anything out of a scary movie. He's a good boy with a wonderful heart and soul. We are both Christian and have an abundance of faith.

I would really appreciate your thoughts and opinions. You can't and won't offend me.

Believe me, I WANT you to give me a rational explanation.

Thanks in advance to all who read this.