I’d like to preface this story that I wasn’t much of a believer in the supernatural, until I was 20 years old.
I was in my third year of college and had gotten my first apartment. I was really excited. After living in dorms for two years I was tired of the college shenanigans students got up to in the dorms. I’ve always been more a quiet guy.
It was a small apartment and my roommate, who I found through an add posting, was a bit of a pompous jerk he was an art student and acted like everyone else was somehow beneath him. I didn’t care though; that suited me just fine. He kept to himself and I kept to myself for the most part. He had this annoying habit and going through my assigned cabinets in the kitchen and rearranging them saying that “they made no sense” and would get mad when I put them back the way I wanted. He had some control issues.
I had been living there for a couple of months and things were going pretty good. I went to school came home and studied and would cuddle my old Siamese cat, Sam, in bed while I did so. She was always sweet to me, but could be pretty aggressive with other people and animals.
Then one night something happened that I will never forget. I had woken up to the sensation of something on my back. I sleep on my stomach. I just assumed my cat decided to lay on top of me which wasn’t too odd. It was hot and the middle of August in Georgia. “Sam,” I said half asleep. “It’s too hot get off.”
I shifted my body around but didn’t feel her move off. I was starting to get a little annoyed and was starting to wake up a little more. I heard Sam let out a hiss and feline growl. That really got my attention; because the sound didn’t come from behind me.
I opened my eyes and could see the silhouette of my cat on my desk. The lights from the parking lot coming in from the window behind her. She appeared to be crouched defensively with her ears pulled back.
I became aware that what was on my back was much heavier than Sam. More like the weight of a midsized to large dog. My heart was racing. Because I had no idea what was on my back.
I started to push myself up and and turn over. Afraid of what I was going to find. But before I could get myself turned over the weight on my back shifted like whatever it was had suddenly sat up and became much heavier. I could feel two distinct points applying pressure to my shoulders.
I was forced back down flat onto my stomach. I closed my eyes out of fear. I could feel breath on my cheek and ear and it had a smell that reminded me of rotten eggs. What came next though will haunted me until the day I die.
A vicious growl that was almost like a dog’s snarl only it had distorted and unnatural quality. Whatever this was I knew now it meant to do me harm. The malicious intent was radiating from it.
I kept my eyes closed. But I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. <<I’m going to die>> I thought.
Being a science major I’ve always considered myself more of an agnostic than religious but I was raised Catholic and at this point the only thing I could think to do was pray. I’m actually a little ashamed to admit that. It makes me feel like I was a coward that I would just roll over and die rather than fight. But I digress.
So I pulled out the first prayer that came to mind. Probably the same prayer that comes to mind for every one: The Lords Prayer.
I started the prayer and I could feel the breath on my cheek again as it let out another growl and I could feel it’s weight shifting down on to my shoulders more. My eyes stayed closed.
I had barely rattled off the first two lines of the prayer when I suddenly felt the weight dissipate. It didn’t jump off me; it just evaporated. Slowly. I kept my eyes closed still. Crying I finished the prayer.
When I opened them I could still see my cat on my desk. Crouching there clearly angry at something. I shakily reached over to my bedside lamp and turned it on. I looked over my shoulder then turned over... nothing.
I got out of bed and walked over to my bedroom door. It was still locked. I checked my closet. Empty.
The room felt stuffy, even more so than normal for summer so I turned on the fan. I did not go back to sleep that night. The next day I told my roommate that I wanted a priest to come by and bless my bedroom and the house. I made up some story about it being an Irish tradition to bless your home because I couldn’t bring myself to tell him what I had experienced.
He was furious that I wanted to have a priest over and said that it was stupid. Like I said a bit of a jerk, but I didn’t care. I told him we’d stay out of his room and let him know when one was coming by in case he didn’t want to be here if it upset him that much. And left it at that.
I wouldn’t say this experience has made me a religious person by any means but I would definitely say it has made me much much more open minded to spiritual and metaphysical concepts like ghosts and demons.
I’m not saying that what what in my room was a demon or evil entity, but I am saying that I can’t explain or rationalize it away. I know what sleep paralysis is, and from my understanding people that have episodes of it can’t move or even speak during an episode. Maybe they can. I’m no expert though. I will say that I will never not remember that night and the fear it left me with.