My Haunted Childhood - My personal true story

     To quote Shakespeare, “There are more things in heaven and earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” If you were to put a dot on the biggest piece of paper you could find, everything inside that dot represents your knowledge and experience, while the rest of the paper, is only a fraction of everything that you don’t know and have not yet perceived.

     Welcome to Kerin's Kuriosities, where you will hear the stories of those people who have encountered the invisible, perceived the imperceivable and now believe the unbelievable. 

    In today’s tale I will share with you my own personal encounter with the unseen. I grew up in a small beach town called Maraetai, in the eastern suburbs of Auckland New Zealand, having moved there when my mother remarried, at the age of four, and thence having what passed as a normal childhood. That is until I was 12 years old. As my family expanded with the arrival of my two sisters, so did our house, as my stepfather, a carpenter by trade, extended the house to accommodate our growing family. I had moved into an upstairs bedroom, which was coincidentally the only room in the house that had remained unchanged since we moved into the house. The room had previously been my kid sister’s room, but she had often woken during the night crying so was moved into the room next to my parents. 

    One night I awoke at what I perceived to be around 2 am and had trouble getting back to sleep. After a while of just lying there the atmosphere in my room suddenly changed. I immediately felt a presence in my room. Try to think about times when someone walks into your room and without looking up you just perceive them through the subtle changes in the space between the two of you. This was exactly like that. Except on this occasion, I did not sense a someone but a something. I became filled instantly with a feeling of dread and terror. I could have pointed to where this thing was, even though I dared not peak from under my blankets where I huddled for safety. 

    I’m not sure how long I felt this for, but I suddenly sensed this thing rush toward me, jump on me, and I began to feel as if I was being electrocuted. It was like my body was shaking, almost seizure like, while I felt the weight of this thing on top of me. I sensed it was trying to hurt me, could almost feel its hatred of me. 

    Sometime before, my Pentecostal mother, who believed in the supernatural, had told me that if I ever needed to I could call out to Jesus for his protection and so that’s exactly what I tried to do. I tried to cry out “in the name of Jesus” but this thing had a strangle hold of my throat and would not let me speak. I felt like it was trying to stop me from saying the very thing I needed to say to make it go away. So I reached out from under my covers, grabbed my bible and started swinging it at this thing like a sword. The real creepy part was my bible passed straight through whatever was on top of me. However, whatever the thing was, it did not like having a bible swung at it. So it retreated to the corner of my room for a time before coming at me again a few more times. 

    Eventually the thing stopped coming at me, I was too scared to get up, although I really wanted to get out of that room, fear kept me well and truly under my covers, until I fell back to sleep, probably out of exhaustion… but when I woke up in the morning, I somehow convinced myself it was all a dream. It was just too weird. But when I went to bed that night, I had an ominous sense of foreboding of what if it happened again? I shrugged it off. That was a mistake! 

    Again, I awoke in the middle of the night. Again, I struggled to get back to sleep and again the presence suddenly made itself felt as pure hatred and fear. This thing was well and truly malevolent in its intentions. I can’t describe how I knew this, but the feeling was as tangible and credible to me as the bed I was lying in. It rushed at me and shook me again and again and again. Each time preventing me from saying the name of Jesus, each time trying its hardest to stop me from praying or crying out for help. Each time recoiling from me swinging my Bible at it, but then coming back again and again. 

    On this second night the experience went on for far longer and the fear I felt had me pinned under my covers. Occasionally I would feel like the presence was gone, and contemplated leaping out from under the covers and making a run for my door, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was utterly petrified. Then the presence would come back, and lunge at me again.

     After this night I told my parents and thankfully they believed me. Incidentally my stepfather revealed much later that he too had had an encounter with a faceless man who stood in the doorway late one night while he, a deeply spiritual man, was praying in the downstairs living room. My dad got up and walked toward the entity, but it turned and walked up the stairs and disappeared through the wall halfway up the stairs, which just happened to be where a door used to be. 

    Those first two nights marked the beginning of some very weird experiences for me. Although I spent many nights sleeping in the upstairs lounge on the sofa, where I felt I was safe, on the occasions when I worked up the courage to sleep in my own room, I experienced being lifted partially out of my bed and then being dropped. There were times when I felt as if something was pulling my covers off from the foot of my bed. But perhaps the craziest was another time when I felt the evil presence again and my bed began to lift off the floor before another presence appeared and forced my bed back down and made the bad presence go away. I can’t say I heard it with my ears, but it was more a feeling like this second presence was an Angel telling the demonic entity “No! You’re not taking him.” 

    That last one still leaves me baffled as to whether it happened or not, but it sure felt real. There are two things worth mentioning about these experiences. The first they began after a house sitting relative had held seances in our house while we were away on holiday. My oldest brother had busted them conducting the séance when he came home early and told the relative and her friends to get out. As Christians my parents were very much against this sort of thing and we had speculated that maybe this event triggered something and let the demonic entity into our home? 

    The other thing was as a young boy I was obsessed with stories of alien abductions as there had been a slew of documentaries about close encounters on the TV that year. My favorite TV shows consisted of Doctor Who and Star Trek and I longed for the extraterrestrial experiences from these shows that captivated my young imagination! So, I innocently prayed one night that I would get abducted so I could see if it was all real!    

     Not long after this, my encounters began. I’ve often wondered if I had opened myself up to something, as if giving it permission to come and mess with me. After the better part of that year some people from our church came and prayed over our house and I moved to another room downstairs and the experiences stopped for the most part. There was the odd occasion over the following years where I’d feel the shaking again, but it was brief, and almost dream like. I think maybe I was perhaps reliving the original experience post traumatically in my dreams? I’m now 43 years old and I’ve never felt anything like it since.

        So that’s my story. What’s yours? Have you experienced something out of the ordinary that you can share? Please write to me at tellyourtalehere@gmail.com 

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