Have you guys ever had any delusions? Episodes of psychosis? Paranormal activity?
I haven't really shared this story with anyone I know in real life and I'm a little nervous to post it, honestly. I'm sorry it turned out so long.
For a couple of months when I was around fourteen, I started to have trouble sleeping. I was a bit depressed and friendless, normal teenage girl. I sat around and played Gaia Online instead of going outside, lol.
I started to have more and more bad dreams. It kept getting worse and worse. At a point, after getting maybe an hour or two of sleep every night, I started to feel a… presence. Something had its eyes on me.
As this went on, I slowly started to piece together that the thing "watching" me was a demon. I deduced that there was a portal under my bed, leading to some kind of demon dimension. I felt one presence in particular. I named her Millie. My heart was pounding every night as I felt eyes on me.
This went on for days. Weeks. Months. My grades slipped. Different demons started to emerge from under my bed, watching me at night. I drew pictures of them. I wrote poetry about it. I wasn't sure what they wanted.
I tried to go to my guidance counselor and emphasized I was really depressed and needed help, but I was kind of brushed aside. I started to have anxiety attacks. I asked my mom for help, but she thought I was joking.
I started asking for help from my online friends. It was embarrassing to talk about and no one really took me seriously. I poured my heart out to an older, wiser woman I trusted. She revealed she had experience with such matters and witchcraft. She decided to have me do a cleansing ritual.
She had me clean through the entire house, and throw out all of the trash outside. I showered. I cleaned my room (Especially under my bed). I spread salt on the windowsills, doors, and especially under my bed. I distinctly remember my mom asking, "Is this the fucking beach?? Is this sand in your room? What are you doing?"
That night, I went to sleep. I fell asleep nearly immediately, and started to dream. I was inside a building that was shaped like a dome, the walls were made of stained glass. In the middle of the building, I saw my demon, Millie. She was still. She stared at me, grinning, baring all of her teeth. I walked up to her and started literally tearing her apart, limb by limb. I ripped off her arms, her legs, her head, she stood there and didn't do anything. I ripped out her black heart and balled my fist up around it, black liquid seeped through my fingertips, and Millie started screaming. I walked out of the dome-cathedral, and it disappeared behind me.
I have been free for almost ten years today.
I have had no trouble sleeping since.