It was a night much like any other night. I was a junior in high school. I worked at the local Brookshire Brothers, and I came home after work one night. I probably played some video games, ate something, took a shower, and settle into bed around 12-1am, just to wake up at 5:30am, and do it all over again.
As I lay in my bed, mostly asleep, I suddenly wake up in fear for my life. I could sense a heaviness around me. There was this strange feeling that something, or someone, was right outside my door and ready to hurt or kill me. I laid still for a minute, tried to keep my breathing and heart rate in check, and listen for a sign…any sign of what I was up against.
This had grown somewhat routine at this point, but it was always still scary, and continues to be.
Finally, I remembered something a wise old man told me, which has so far been proven to be true: “They can’t physically hurt you. Just ignore them.”
So, I got up, opened the door, went to the restroom, used the restroom, washed my hands, drank some more water, and went back to bed. I wasn’t going to let some punk demon or alien frighten me.
Luckily, I went to sleep, and went to school the next day and life moved on. I don’t remember telling anyone, not even my parents. I just accepted the life.
After all, what 16 year old or 8 year old stands toe to toe with a demon and lives to tell about it?
Wagen, over and out.