I'm by no means an author and I'm coming here out of desperation in an attempt to reach someone who knows what is actually happening in our time.
When I was a little boy one night, out of a dead sleep, I awoke to the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life. On my dresser immediately to the right of my bed is a demonic almost witch/devil looking creature. It gave off the impression that it controlled darkness itself. The way that the shadow aura just sucked into the universe like a black whole around him or her and he had an all black in the same shadowy aura face that had no features, no eyes no nose no mouth just empty darkness. He was wearing an all black robe almost like the grim reaper except for it almost was a part of his essence, it almost dissipated into his aura like his shadows.
As I awoke I saw him and immediately panicked and froze, almost paralyzed. I couldn't scream, I couldn't move, I couldn't cry. But something, something inside of me forced me to get up almost in an instant and run away to my door.
At the exact same time randomly at 3 am my stepdad was using the bathroom and, I presume, saved my life. I still couldn't yell, I couldn't do anything. I pounded on the bathroom door whispering from the bottom of my soul to please save my life.
I watched, I looked this demon in the face as he flew slowly towards me with his right hand up and his left hand down. Extremely long fingers. No fingernails. And his arms, hands and fingers were of the same eerie shadow aura. I thought I was going to die. The demon grabbed me by the the back of the head and his empty darkness face almost consumed mine, his body was touching my body when my stepdad reached his hand in and flipped on the light switch, vanishing the darkness instantly.
I know what I saw was real, he says to this day he never saw anything but the fear in my eyes, the way that after he turned on the light I collapsed onto the ground. I have many more real stories as well.
I don't know what to think or do. I need answers. On my left rib cage is tattooed the entire Psalm 23 bible verse, yet I am still watched and followed. I'm scared for my life. Please.
Your story confuses me as it was not exactly clear, but the other comments cover it well.
Do you know what age you were when this happened, because the details may have been murky.
I don't know why you mentioned you had a psalm tattoo, because it sounds like having psalm 23 tattooed on yourself means nothing malicious would happen, like the when a soldier goes on a battlefield, having a relic of their believe will save them from great demise, or give them extra luck? (that is just a comparison) It would just be an extra boost of motivation, not a mark defining you as this or that.
I read once that your left hand is for receiving and your right hand is for sending. You need to expand on your story as it is not very informative. You also need to expand more from "being watched and followed", do you still get followed and stalked? What is your view on it?