It Felt Like Pure Evil

I always say this before I tell people this story... Words could never describe how horrible, evil and strong this presence was... And I have never felt close to hell like I did that night. I will try to keep this as short as possible, this is just one of my experiences. (I will add more another time.)

One night at my ex-boyfriend's house, we were laying in bed and chatting before we fell asleep like usual. The chatting started to die down, and Brian said something to me along the lines of, "You know how when you close your eyes, your mind makes up images or little movies?" and I said, "Yes, I do". He said he was closing his eyes trying to fall asleep and he saw himself in a car pointed at a brick wall and that there was a dark figure outside the car. He said when he'd turn his head to see what or who it was, it would disappear. I shrugged it off as nothing and said something like, "Well that's odd" and did not think anything else of it. So he falls asleep, and I fight for an hour to fall asleep. It was not like normal, every time I almost fell asleep something would kind of jolt me awake and take my breath away. Again, I did not think much of it and finally fell asleep.

About an hour or two after I fell asleep, I woke up randomly and heard Brian talking in his sleep. I had never heard him do this before so I was curious and just started to listen to his words. It went something like this: *slight laughter* "It kind of looks like a screw." *another faint chuckle* "It kind of looks like alcohol."

I was wondering if maybe he was awake and was talking to me at this point, so I said his name a few times and he woke up. I told him what he said in his sleep and he was confused. He said that the dark figure from his vision was in his dream and was turning into different things, and that every time he would figure out what it was it would turn into something else. Hence the screw and the alcohol. He said that it turned into a giant screw that started screwing itself into the ground and then it turned into a bottle of whiskey.

Anyways, I just thought it was odd but was still not thinking much of it. Then he said, "I don't feel good. I don't feel right" and I didn't feel anything at first so was confused as to what he meant. A few minutes into us sitting there in the dark on the bed, I too started to feel...bad. As if something bad had happened, was happening or was going to happen.

I sent my mom a text (this is at 4am) and I asked her if she was ok, she sent me a message saying she was alright. I thought this would put me at some sort of ease... That the bad feeling would go away but it didn't. Brian leaned closer to me and asked me if I wanted to pray... I said yes. This feeling was growing and getting worse...darker. So we prayed, but the feeling was still there and felt like it was growing stronger by the minute. So by now this feeling went from uncomfortable, to bad, to worse... It kept growing until it felt like PURE evil energy. The only way to describe it is the feeling of pure terror, dread... What you would imagine if you felt close to hell. It felt HORRIBLE and was so strong. We just sat there, frozen in fear of... A feeling that filled the room. Eventually it was so strong there was a tension with us and...it? I say "it" because there was something there creating that horrid feeling but I don't know what.

Halfway through this, we both started looking into the corner of the room. I don't know why, and at the time I didn't notice he was too... Probably because it was hard to see in the dark and I was focused on this evil presence. Anyways, at first I saw nothing in the corner of the room but as the seconds went by I started to see a faint smokey, purplish gray mist form by the door. It was hovering about 2 feet from the ceiling and was about 3 to 4 feet long and 2 to 3 feet wide with no specific shape to it, almost oval blobbish... Lol

Anyways, eventually Brian grabbed my arm and said we need to get out of here NOW. So he pulled me out of bed and we ran out and down the stairs. He was pulling me so fast that I barely felt my feet on the stairs, I was almost flying down them lol. We sat in the garage in our usual hangout spot and just tried to piece together what happened. Everything he was saying was exactly what I felt and saw. At one point, I was certain this thing had moved closer to us and was in the closet... He said the same thing. He felt it, too. He said the reason he got me out of there so fast was because he said the tension was getting so bad between us and it... That he felt as though a horrid monster was going to burst through the door at any moment. He said he KNEW in his head that was not possible but the feeling was so strong and frightening and was telling him to GET OUT of that room asap.

So we cool down a bit, and I know this next part is going to sound insane... But I promise you I have never had ANY thoughts like this before or after this. I saw a screwdriver in the garage and I am image in my mind popped up of me stabbing it into Brian's chest. It scared me, so I told him... I said I would never hurt you EVER and please don't be scared but this is what I saw in my head just now... To which he replied that I should not feel bad because he was looking at the hammer. THAT is when I knew... Whatever that evil presence was, it had really gotten to us.

We did not go back to sleep that night and for 5 days after we slept with the TV on and the dog in the room with us. I am curious, has anyone else ever had something similar happen? Do you know what this... Thing might be? It frightens me that it could show up randomly. It has never been back *knock on wood*. I just want to know... Why us, why then? Any comments or questions are welcomed. You can e-mail me or comment. Thanks, and sorry it was super long.