I just got back from a 7 month deployment to nowhere and anywhere. I was stationed at Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton and just moved into my uncles house in Carlsbad, Ca.
My first week there was normal. I was caught up on sleep from being
in the middle east and my internal clock was working just fine. I've
been back in the US for a little over a month. My second week at the new
house wasn't that great. I was always waking up at 3am or sometime in
between 3am and 4am. I decided to drink Monsters and Red Bulls so I
could crash when I stayed up. I still woke up at that time. I dealt with
it by calling my wife, who was in Seattle and stayed on the phone with
me until we woke up. (I know I know...awww...). But it seriously worked
every time. I would call her at 3am or whenever I woke up or we would
just sleep on the phone together and I would sleep right through.
The 3rd week of August (and this is when things get crazy). Monday, I
am half awake half asleep, laying on my back, on my bed. Being in my
drowsy state, I saw or had a dream of a high school version of me, in my
wrestling sweats, standing at the foot of the bed. I said to myself,
"This is going to be a F***** up night" and rolled over on my left side.
Some time passed and I see a tiny little, bowl cut haired head. It was
me when I was a toddler at the left side of the bed. Slowly the tiny
hands reach up and then there's a little toddler me on top of the bed
crawling towards me. I remember thinking, "S***, here we go". Before I
knew it, little me is on top of me, eating my heart. At least that's
what my last thought was before I sat up and looked around. I turned the
light on, found my cell phone, called my wife back up and went to
sleep. I just laughed it off and told all my buddies and we made jokes. I
never put much more thought into it.
The second night, I was on the phone with my wife and passed out. I
had a dream that I was at my family's old house in Seattle. It was a one
story house in a cul de sac. I was messing around with my sisters when
these 2 guys knocked on the door. Their eyes were glowing amber-ish red.
I figured they were demons, inside of these 2 people. I asked them what
they wanted and they said, "We want to eat your souls!". I laughed and
told my older sister what they wanted and she started to fight them. I
get into the fight and I pull out my knife and stab one in the back of
the neck and twist it all around. All of a sudden, everything changes
and everyone disappears. I'm in a new building, with metal stairs
leading up to brick wall, with no door. I look around and see a boarded
up window and a metal door. I open the door and I see the "demon people"
with guns, patrolling the area. I hear an evil hiss and one comes
charging at me. I take him out and take his gun. Oddly enough, a door
appeared out of nowhere and I opened it to discover a kitchen, with 3
tables in the middle, and weapons stacked on the tables. I tried to
sneak around but a demon man saw me and hissed at me, so I shoot him. I
was then surrounded by more demon people, them shooting me and me
shooting them, until I fell on the floor and started grabbing weapons
off the tables. They jumped on me and I tried to shoot them all but they
didn't die and neither did I. We all ran out of bullets and then they
helped me up and we laughed. I woke up literally laughing. Told my wife
and my buddies and once again, just laughed it off and joked around.
Wednesday night, I am in bed early because I am on the shooting
range for the week and have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn. I
slept early and didn't get to call my wife. I was up at 2:58am and I
called my wife. We fall asleep on the phone. I'm laying on my stomach,
with the phone on my left ear, as my head is facing left. My arms are
above my head, underneath my pillow. I dream about an exorcism at a
random house I've never been to, with people I've never met. All of
sudden I hear, "GO GO GO"! And we all run downstairs in a garage and get
into a double sliding door, white mini van. We drive away and the guy
sitting next to me starts screaming like he's on fire. He's looking out
through the rear window and I turn to look. I see this transparent green
demon with an ugly hideous face, long sharp teeth and the only way to
describe its hair is long and sharp. It was looking right at me,
I begin to wake up from this dream and I try to open my eyes. That's
when I feel my sheets being pulled, my arms are pulled by the sheets,
making my hands touch my head. My bed creaks. I feel something
straddling my back. I feel the weight, and the bed sinks and creaks some
more. It felt like someone was sitting on my back, with their knees
digging into my lats. I can't move, open my eyes or scream. I can't do
anything. I felt helpless and I would've cried but I couldn't. Then I
heard my wife say something. And it goes away. I flip the light on grab
my pistol and look. I look for something, someone or anything to cause
them pain. I'm pissed and scared at the same time. But no one is there.
Just me and my pistol. It was around 340am when "it" let me go.
I wake my wife up and tell her everything. We pray and we pray. (We
are both Catholic, getting ready to be married in church, already
married in court) I can't sleep, I refuse to. I go to my buddies house
and tell him what happened. I sleep on his couch and go to work. I tell
the rest of my buddies what happened, no one laughs, no one jokes.
I don't have sleep paralysis, so please don't mention it. I was
fully awake when it happened. I don't have PTSD. Or any mental or
emotional issues. I was 22 years old, and in the best physical shape as a
US Marine can be, and is suppose to be. I didn't take drugs or was
intoxicated by alcohol or any mind and body altering substances. Before
those three days, I didn't watch any evil, demon, war movies or TV shows
(but I did watch the Paranormal Activity movie a month later).
Hag, demon, pissed off spirit, or the ghost of a cowgirl-whatever it
was, didn't mean well. And it wasn't done with me. I refer back to what
happened to me when I was 15. Is it coming back?