I have also had some experiences that I cannot explain. Some of them were between sleep and wakefulness and some of them were in everyday life. I will tell you about one of them.
One evening I went to my father's house to visit him. I was going to stay there for one night. After spending time together in the evening, we went to our rooms to sleep. The room I was staying in had a single bed and a small TV opposite it. It was a winter night and the heaters weren't working, so I was going to sleep using an infrared heater. (one of those heaters that emits orange light) My door was completely closed. It must have been a while ago when I started having a nightmare. I dreamt that I was coming to the house where my father lived, where I was sleeping at the time. It was daytime. I entered the house and looked around. Then my father came from one of the rooms inside and we started talking casually. It was quite normal. After a while, I started to get nervous about some of my father's conversations and actions. The way he looked at me and his eyes had an incredibly negative effect on me. My father started to scare me. Then I clearly remember thinking in my mind that this was an entity that was not my father and that he was trying to influence me. I was trying not to show my nervousness. I planned to leave the house under some pretext. But because of the tension on my face, this person must have realized that I had realized something and started trying to get physically close to me with threatening and harsh expressions. I started to take slow steps back towards the exit door of the house and he told me that it was too late to leave, that I thought I was too smart, and that I was not capable of lighting the darkness. I was getting angry and was considering the options of running away or confrontation. Just then I saw my father coming out of the room at the end of the hallway. Aha, I had two fathers! From the look in his eyes, I thought he might be my real father, but he didn't react and disappeared into another room.
This may sound strange but I took the chair in the living room behind me and hit my father (negative entity) who was standing near me hard on the head and he collapsed. Then a few more people who looked just like my father came out of the rooms and gave me a hateful look and a mocking smile. I smashed the chair on the floor and ripped off the leg and started attacking them as a weapon. I was hitting them so hard that there was blood everywhere. The most brutal and blood-filled nightmare I had ever seen began. They were grabbing me by the throat, pulling me by the legs, grabbing my waist, and trying to knock me down and I was fighting them to the death. We were fighting in the living room, in the hallway, in the kitchen, everywhere, I killed so many of them and I was disgusted by the blood. New ones kept coming and I was really tired. Finally, I threw 3-4 of them off the balcony. When I took advantage of a momentary gap and tried to leave the house, I thought I would succeed and I was happy, just then a few more came after me and I woke up the moment we made eye contact.
Now I will tell you why I will never forget this nightmare. Because when I woke up I was conscious but I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't move, I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I screamed and tried to ask my father for help. He was sleeping in another room. I was paralyzed for a long time. After a while, I was able to open my eyes and the orange light from the heater illuminated the room. I looked at the TV screen at my feet and tried to look around in the reflection of the room. At the end of the bed, right at the base of my head, there was something black, about 2 meters long, and I could only make some moans out of my mouth out of fear. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my fate. I remember saying things like "I'm in a troubling situation right now and if you could help me" and I started praying. (also thinking about Cass.) I think it wasn't long before I could move my legs and make sounds and I got out of bed immediately. I was covered in sweat and my mouth was dry and I was very tired. I wanted to drink water and wash my face, but I was afraid to leave the room. For a while, I couldn't work up the courage and tried to understand what had happened here. Finally, with the effect of that thirst and being stuck, I was filled with incredible courage and if you can hear me, listen well, if you dare to face me, I will drown you in your blood again and I quickly left the room, turned on all the lights in the house, washed my face, drank water.
I checked the house. After I calmed down, I went to bed again.
