It Was a Demonic Attack
In my younger years, well, even to this day I have always been petrified yet intrigued by the other side. Even witch craft, tarot cards, all that I find interesting. I was raised Christian but I still had a mind to roam and as a teenager I played with ouija boards and study different religions. Either way I feel I opened up doors I shouldn't have. And my reason for feeling this way is because of my experience. I used to have a bad insomnia problem and on this particular night I needed to get some rest because I was getting up to see a friend in the morning. I felt that if I slept on the couch I would fall asleep watching the t.v. and be more relaxed. Oh and by this time I had stopped messing around with all that demon stuff and forgotten all about it.
So as I was tossing and turning on the couch I decided that without the distraction of the t.v. I would get bored and fall asleep. I turned it off, layed my head on the arm of the couch with my body in a funny position. My knees where bent upwards. I closed my eyes and tried counting backwards from 10. When I got to two, I suddenly felt someone wrap their hands around the bottom of my chin. I thought maybe it was my mom or dad for some reason, even though it was really late. I tried to move but I was almost paralyzed. I couldn't move a muscle. And with the hands around my face, I felt more hands start to pat me all over my body, just small little pats but hundreds of hands. Soon the pats started to burn. I was still unable to move. I was getting to the point where I knew this was an attack and was wanted to scream. Then I moved my eyes over to under my knees where they where bent, there was a figure sitting under me! I could see the outline from the moon light shining in through the blinds. With the hands still on me and the patting still going on I forced myself to speak, I said "Who is this"! And in a normal man voice, not a demonic one, the figure said, "this is Willy". Who's my boyfreind. Obviously I knew it wasn't him, he was at home fast asleep. To which I retorted "No this isn't". And it all stopped. Soon my dad who had to go to work at like 3 in the morning was up and leaving for work and it was like nothing happened. The next night when everyone went to sleep I still couldn't stay in the living room. The heavy feeling still lingered. Since that night I haven't been plagued with anything more than a bad dream. But I'll never forget that night.