ANDabout 3 years ago, around the beginning of January, I had a very unusual experience in my room. I was about 16 and had just gotten off the phone. It was around 11:30 at night and I wasn't sleepy. Since my parents would be mad that I was up so overdue at night, I didn't want to turn on the lights to entertain myself, so I lit a compact candle and started drawing on my notebook for another 15 minutes. . Then I just blew out the candle, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling.
A few seconds later I started hearing ticking noises in my room. Like a clock or something, but the thing was, I didn't have a clock in my room, and we didn't even have a ticking clock at home. So I thought it was my dog playing with something, but then I remembered she was awake in my room and the door to my room was locked so she couldn't come into my room or anything. So I just tried to ignore it. But he still heard the ticking. It was two ticks, then a few seconds break, then two ticks and a few seconds break. A few minutes later, instead of pauses, I heard a crack on the floor. I thought it was my dog again, but no, the door was locked so she couldn't be in my room. It sounded like someone taking a step at the foot of my bed. I heard two ticks, then two jets, two footsteps, then two jets. So I started to get a little nervous. I sat up to see if I saw anything, but I couldn't see anything in my room. It was a bit strenuous to see because my room was dim. I lay down, covered my face and screamed to my mother. As soon as I screamed, the ticks and streams became faster and faster, and suddenly I felt something jump on me, as if trying to hold me still. I started screaming! I started kicking and punching whatever was on top of me trying to get it off but to no avail, whatever it was it pinned me to the bed and I couldn't get up. So I started screaming louder and louder, and the ticking and the torrents became faster and louder, and my parents kept coming to my room on what seemed like forever!
Finally I heard footsteps running to my room, my parents opened the door, turned on the featherlight and EVERYTHING stopped. The ticking stopped, the flowing stopped, and everything that was on me just disappeared. I was crying hysterically and shaking, wondering what had happened. To this day I have no idea what it was.
I was wondering, I was actually raised as a Catholic to believe in God and have faith, but recently this week I lost all faith in God, stopped believing and stopped praying. This happens after about three or four days. I wondered what “attacked” me and whether it had something to do with the fact that I didn't believe in God for such a miniature time?
