I am a 33 year old male who currently lives in Austin, TX. When I was 21 years old I became a member of a (Christian) church in Killeen, Texas due to my stepfather being stationed on Fort Hood. I’ve always felt sensitive to the supernatural but when my conversion came I noticed darker spirits or demons.
One night I stayed awake to watch television. My family was asleep and my then girlfriend did not come over so I was bored. Around 3 o’clock in the morning I became sleepy and decided to call it a night. I went through my usual ritual of praying before I go to bed.
Now I’ll give you a quick lay out of my mother’s house. When you first enter through the front door you have to walk through a long foyer and the first room you see is the living room which will also lead to the kitchen. Once you’re out of the foyer area you can turn right and go down a hallway that leads to the bedrooms. The living room is decorated like most are furnished with pictures, coffee table, couches across from the television but my mother had a grandfather clock for decoration which was broken. The only purpose it served was to add character.
As I decided to go to bed I figured I could pray in the living room and then head to my room. I left the television on for light but muted it. As I began to pray I felt like there was another presence in the room with me but I payed it no mind. Suddenly I heard the clock start to tick but I was so wrapped up in prayer that it did not bother me, that was ready to change. The ticking noise began to grow louder and louder and that’s when it dawned on me that the clock was broken and there’s no way it should make any noise.
I was set on finishing my prayer but my concentration was already broken. So I stopped and got up and tried to look at the clock to see if the hands were moving but could not because the light of the television was not enough. I cut on the light in the kitchen but to no avail because the kitchen light was not close enough. I could still hear the ticking noise grow louder in my head and the house felt if as the temperature was dropping and this is in the middle of a Texas Summer. Now I had enough and began to grow frustrated so I walked across the living room to cut on the light, the light switch is right where the foyer ends and the hallway to the rest of the house begins.
When I reached the light switch I felt like someone was watching me from down the hallway and I turned my head to look and what I saw made my hair stand up on all ends. I saw a very large dark figure standing there facing me, the only description I can give of it is what people claim that “shadow people” look like. Now I’ve watched plenty of horror movies and have yelled for the protagonist to run when they freeze and look at the monster instead of running but I know now what that horror feels like. Everything in my body and mind was telling me to run, scream, do something but I was frozen from fear.
I finally snapped out of it and began to pray, call on Jesus Christ and quote verse 4 from the 23rd psalm. I cut the light on and the figure was gone, the temperature no longer felt cold and that awful ticking noise was gone. This was not my last time seeing something demonic or paranormal. Thank you for reading my story and remember that prayer helps.