Paranormal Factor

I used to be the sort of person that didn’t believe in the demonic. I figured, man could be so mean that why did we need demons or the devil for that matter? Something happened that really changed my mind. I was in a dark frame of mind. I had been listening to a lot of death metal, (not really by choice, by occupation — I was working on a website for a death metal band — they were not demonic, but definitely dark) and one of the band members alledgedly may have been a satanist (No, I do not capatalize satan’s name, it is like giving him credit that only God deserves; and I won’t do that for him).

At any rate, one night I woke up unexpectedly. It was dark in my room but just light enough to make out shapes. I looked down at my daughter sleeping beside me who was a toddler. Perching on top of her was this horrid little creature. My eyes got wide and my heart about stopped.

Then, it snarled at me. It had a wizened, ancient little face and hair like a crone. It had sharp teeth and it had the form of a gargoyle such as those at Notre Damn. It wore white rags. Suddenly I had a burst of anger and fear. I wanted this awful thing off my daughter. I smacked at it; perhaps trying to see if it was real. There was a popping noise and it simply disappeared. After that, I slept with the television on.

This happened in the old house I used to live. I still doubt to myself that this ever happen. Part of me really hopes it was a waking nightmare. But I wasn’t tired at all when it happened!