Those of you that have read my other stories will know that I have only had those experiences. Until very recently. This next experience is far beyond anything I have experienced to date. It was also very frightening.
As I stated before, I do not scare easily. In fact, I have a lot of fun scaring the living daylights out of my poor husband.
About 2 weeks ago, J and I were watching "A Haunting" on TV. J is terrified of everything. Usually when watching something like this and I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, J will jump up and come with me.
However, on this night J had fallen asleep in front of the TV, so when the program ended, I switched off the TV and headed to bed on my own.
After my nightly rituals, I climbed into bed and very quickly dozed off. I was suddenly awakened when I felt a strong breeze across my face and a deep, intense, blinding fear gripped me. As I opened my eyes I saw and felt dark swirling shadows all around me. I pinched my eyes closed and after a few seconds opened them again. The shadows were still there. At this stage I was frozen in fear. I just knew I had to get help so I pinched my eyes closed and started praying. I just kept on praying, and every few minutes I would peep to see if the shadows were still there. They were.
After praying solidly for approximately an hour (or so it felt), a very, very bright white light started filtering though the shadows and finally seemed to literally drive the shadows and the fear away.
I was absolutely stunned. I didn't and still don't understand what this was. However, once the light drove the shadows away, I walked into the lounge, switched on the TV and quietly sat next to J waiting for him to wake up.
While waiting, I very, very clearly felt someone stand behind my chair and stroke my head. I just knew it was my dad and it calmed me completely.
I told J of my experience about 3 days later, but as is his way, he just said I was dreaming.
For God's sake, I'm not some fanciful teenager or child, I'm a grown mature woman, so I know this sounds ridiculous and farfetched, that why it has taken me a while to write about it. But, no matter how I try to shrug it off, it is bothering me. What was it? And, Why? Was my belief being tested? I honestly don't know. Can someone help?
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Red, I definitely will do a shielding on the house. Thank you. The house is definitely not haunted. As I stated in my previous stories I can feel quite clearly if something is amiss and I know there is nothing there. This episode felt like a personal "attack" for want of a better word.