Trapped

I jumped into a sitting position in my bed. Bullets of sweat trickled down my forhead as I inhaled and exhailed quickly. The nightmare had terrified me. I rubbed my face with my hand, trying to convince myself this was reality, not another dream within a dream. Finally convinced, I lie down again. That's when I heard a noise. My body tensed. "Oh God." I whispered and carefully tried to look over the edge of my bunkbed to see if anything was there. "Nothing," I sighed in relief, "I'm just being paranoid right now." I repeated the action once almost every ten minutes. "Dang it! Come on! Go to sleep! I have to get up for school tomorrow!" I complained, and finally, drifted off to sleep.1

When you go to sleep, there is a state of being that your half asleep and half awake. Its one of the worst feelings, because you can't depict what really is happening from your imagination. I was in one of those states, half asleep and awake. My body was tence, I couldn't move it at all, not even to save my life. Funny how I wrote that. I felt something move next to me, but my eyes couldn't see anything. "Its a dream," I told myself and sighed. 'I dearly hope so.' I thought bitterly. In a flash of pain, I felt something tugging at my knee. I tried to scream, but I was choking. I couldn't breath, just little gasps were all that were able to escape my throat. I tried to get up, punch something, make any type of noise or gesture that would help me, whether it being calling my parents next door or getting rid of the 'thing'. I spazzed out, and finally, I popped back up. I grabbed my knee to see if there was anything wrong. "Its okay?!" I gasped. The null pain was unmistakeable.... I thought. I prayed to God I was dreaming, that he would protect me and undo whatever had been done, but I still wasn't sure what had happened. I never remembered opening my eyes. I couldn't have been asleep. I sighed, "Why does this happen in a school night?!!" I wasn't able to check the time because I fell asleep again.2

I went to sleep, hoping that I would at least get some sleep, but no. I woke up again, half awake, and this time I did see the 'thing', but only barely. It looked sorta like a man, dressed in black clothes. It appeared to be a muscle shirt and regular jeans. He was standing on the edge of my bed, balancing his wieght on the bar(I was laying on the top bunk). Once again, I tried to scream, yell for help, kick him off the bed, something! But I was frozen, choking. I was afraid he would attempt whatever he did before, but it seemed to me like something was holding him back. My only guess was that God was answering my prayers and protecting me. If I could've thought straight, I would've thanked Him, but I was scatterminded and afraid. 3

He dissapeared and I was finally able to go to sleep.4

A few nights after, I had been getting bruises all over. There was a real nasty one on my thigh, in the shape of a chili, and another on my calf, just a regular circle. I had wondered where I had gotten them. I was always careful during sports. People often thought me as a sissy. Until one night, I thought I had figured it out. 5

It was a lazy Sunday morning. A day hardly anyone wakes up too early. I was sleeping in, as usual, when I suddenly felt as if something was punching me in the stomache. I tucked in my belly and tried to move, once again, I'm stuck and defenceless. Three more blows and the pain was starting to add up. This time, I couldn't even try to yell. I was more asleep than awake. I was just lingering there. When suddenly, the blows stopped, and the pain vanished.6

"Sweetheart! Get up!" I hear my dad say with unusual happiness. "Come on! We're going to IHOP! Get up or we'll leave you!" He came over and tapped me, "You okay?"7

"Yeah," I said relieved that I was free. "I'm okay now."8

He hit my shoulder, "Well come on then! Get dressed!"9

"Okay!" I laughed and jumped out of bed. I dressed in the bathroom and didn't tell my parents about it. They wouldn't have believed me anyway. I had tried to tell a friend of mine, but she her comment was that I was probably being possesed. I prefer not to think of it that way.10

Now, I have my own proof why I pray. For the protection from those things of the night.