Two years ago, I spent my summer holidays with a friend in Mendoza, a province in Argentina, which is around 1000 km (620 miles) away from Buenos Aires (where I live). His sister (let's call her Juliet) and nephews had recently moved there so we stayed with her. I was thrilled with the place, since it was really different from my home city and I even considered trying my luck there.
One day, after the kids went to bed, we could finally relax and have a couple cigarettes, Juliet told me she had escaped from her ex-husband. My friend had told me something about it, very lightly, about his sister having trouble with her husband, and she gave me the details.
Juliet and her ex had been together for around 8 years. At first they got along perfectly, then they had their first child, and another one a couple of years later. But by the time the oldest was 6, the guy had completely changed. Juliet told me he had joined a pretty well-known cult over here, known for practising black magic and shady stuff such as calling entities and make them work for you. The guy had become so violent and crazy, that he even attempted to run over Juliet and the kids with his car when they were out shopping.
I got all her story in one night. Of course I'm leaving the details out, but one thing that was making me feel uneasy was her particular intensity when talking about the shady paranormal stuff her ex would do. It's completely understandable though, I would get pretty intense too. But at the same time, while listening to her, I couldn't stop thinking that she was somehow calling the guy. It was past midnight when she got to that part of the story, but I chose to not say anything, since she had been through so much and obviously needed someone to talk to.
After a while, we went to bed around 2 am. I wanted to have a good night sleep so I made sure I was protected before laying on my bed, just in case (I used two different protection techniques). I also visualized myself completely calm and surrounded by my spiritual guides, and asked them to protect me during my sleep.
I don't know exactly what time it was when I woke up, because it was just for a little while. I felt a finger poking me on my back, since I was facing a wall. When I turned over, I saw a dark figure standing right behind me, I could see his arms and legs. Even though he was completely dark, I recognised him right away, it was that guy. So I turned back and kept sleeping! Lol My reaction is what amazes me most, I felt no fear. I turned my head to see what was behind me, and I was like "ah it's you, f*** off". I didn't fall asleep right away, I knew that thing was trying to scare me so I focused on staying calm and falling asleep again. While doing so, I felt a strong tickling on my back.
The following day, I didn't tell Juliet what had happened.
Later that day, I was thirsty so I looked for my water bottle. I checked the fridge, the kitchen, the dining and living room, and couldn't find it. Then I remembered the kids usually wake up at night and go straight to the fridge for some water. They particularly liked my bottle because it was colourful and made out of a hard plastic. "They must have taken it", so I went into their bedroom and found it on a night table. But when I grabbed it, there was something odd about it. At first I didn't notice, but after observing for a few minutes, I found it was deformed. The bottle was originally cylinder-shaped, like any other regular bottle. But that day I found it like it had been grabbed and pressed very strongly. The strange thing is, the bottle is made out of a super hard and thick material, it's not a regular plastic bottle. It's not the kind that melts easily near a source of heat or under the sun for a long time (it's never been), and it's pretty impossible to bend pressing it by hand and not break it. The kids could have never bent it.
After that, I told Juliet about it and she wasn't surprised at all. She told me she had also seen that dark figure the previous night too, and couldn't sleep well, neither the kids. They would always have nightmares.
In the following days, other things kept happening, like some little curtains that were out of reach would be pushed to one side of the windows, or things would disappear and appear somewhere else.
Luckily, that was the only time I saw the dark figure. Has anything like this ever happened to anyone here?
Thank you for reading my story.
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That's the only creepy experience I've had in the paranormal field. I've had others (positive ones, or at least not scary) that fall into the psychic category instead, so I don't know if those will ever be published on this website.
From most of my experiences, I've learnt that fear is such a poisonous energy, along with hate. And you're right, those entities feed themselves on fear. I think the way you react to any kind of situation shows how mentally strong you are. I've never perceived myself as someone strong in any way at all. But then something like this happens and you get the chance to know yourself better. So keep your mind and spirit up! You never know when life's going to test you 😉