Anne Williams of Sydney, Australia, was roused at about 3 a.m. in 2005 by something in her room. It was not friendly.
“One early morning I felt so strongly that there was a presence standing next to my left as my bed was right in the corner of the wall,” Anne said. “I felt as though I was blocked, like something was standing over me or wanted to scare me.”
She didn’t understand what she saw.
“As I opened my eyes to see what the hell it was, there stood on my left side of the bed a black cloaked hooded figure,” she said.
The thing leaned over Anne, it’s face gray and snowy “like a TV screen when it’s all fuzzy,” Ann said. Its eyes were black and sunken in the snowy face.
“I screamed and instantly I was pinned to the bed, the only body part I could move was my neck area, everything else was locked to the bed,” she said.
Anne lie on her back, trying to scream as the figure leaned into her.
“I felt that it shoved its arm down my neck and was choking me as nothing came out of my mouth,” she said. “Like no noise. I could not even hear myself scream, but I was.”
Tears ran down her face, soaking into her pillow as she tried to scream … but couldn’t.
“I was trying to get up which I could not,” she said. “I felt that it was trying to scare me to death.”
Then the black, cloaked figure increased the terror.
“After a while all of these horrible things are happening, I got more strength in myself,” she said. “The figure decided to scare me more. It half went inside me and was cold like ice. As it went in me I felt so sick.”
Anger began to rage through Anne as the shadow figure pushed itself into her.
“I started to get pissed off as this piece of shit was trying to hurt me,” she said. “So I thought, that’s it I’m going to pray to God.”
She lie there, still pinned to the bed, choking, crying and trying to scream.
“I really felt that I was going to have a heart attack as this thing was so powerful,” she said. “I had the strength in my soul to pray to God and ask for it to leave me alone.”
Then she opened her eyes to look into the snowy, cloaked face of her attacker.
“I said angrily in my soul, ‘leave me alone, whatever you are … Leave me alone, you are not welcome to be in my body,’” Anne said. “It’s mine … you don’t belong here.”
She lie still, locked to the bed, face awash with tears. And, eventually, the cloaked shadow man just let her go.
“I got up all in a sweat and … I was like, ‘I saw a ghost.’ I felt victimized, and felt like no one could help me,” she said. “Well, I know that God helped me.”
Anne still can’t figure what happened. Her mother told her it was the spirit of a rapist.
“I don’t know what it was but I feel that it was evil and wanted to kill me,” Anne said. “I wonder why this happened to me? It’s all a mystery.”
The shadow being returned the next day, but Anne said prayer drove the black, cloaked thing from her.
“I flew out of bed and prayed to God to take it away,” she said. “I opened my eyes and it was gone. Thank God for his help.”
But the thing wasn’t gone forever. A year later, Anne was living in another house when the thing came back.
“Again, it was early in the morning,” she said. “I was sleeping on my right side and in my ear someone whispered in a male voice ‘I’m here.’ I was so tired I just said in a mumble, ‘Go away, I want to sleep.’
“I felt a chill when it was next to me,” she continued. “And I felt sick when it spoke to me.”
Anne doesn’t know if her attacker was a demon, or a ghost, but as of January 2008, she hasn’t been visited again.
Copyright 2008 by Jason Offutt
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