I had a terrifying experience last night

I woke up at 4 in the morning with a massive, hot pressure on my chest. I could barely breathe; it was then that I realized that a dark presence was in the room with me, pushing down. In fact, I could slowly begin to make out eyes, glowing at me, like some sort of hellbeast








Then he meowed, so I got up and fed him breakfast :D

The house was infested with blood-thirsty creatures. At night they became active. They made strange noises and in the morning we could see that stuff had been moved! Sometimes these creatures would kill in the night and there would be evidence in the form of rodent parts or feathers. Creepy.

There was a disturbance at my place at 4:30 in the morning by a poltergeist that kept knocking my stuff off my nightstand and funny, like your demon it also went "meow"! Demonic psychic communication! Its a feline conspiracy!:rofl:

and he crosses my path constantly, that motherfucker

I have 2 "entities" as I like to call them. One is ghost white and the other has spots and amazingly these "illusions of my psychic mind" as i like to call them KNOW when I am in the deepest sleep and they hone in on my bladder and pounce on it. I think it's a message that in my past life I was Cleopatra's lady in waiting.

And when they do this I have to get up to pee and then I can't go back to sleep for an hour. I think they're trying to tell me that my Mercury is in retrograde and that I need to pay attention to the little things in life.

Finally when i get back to sleep if I have a foot dangling over the edge the "little goblins of night and might" as I like to call them play and taunt my foot. I think that they're tying to tell me that I am unsatisfied in my job and perhaps I need to start working ON me instead of working FOR money, or something.

Right now one of them is on the counter and is staring at me. Sometimes I like to call them "My little furbabies" even though that's the stupidest name EVER. They are looking at the chicken I just cooked. I think they're trying to tell me that even though I am a Pisces, I was meant to be a Capricorn, and that I really should work on making that happen.

You could take that post word for word and drop it in the Astrology/Woo group and it would fit RIGHT IN. I'm totally serious. Series even. :rofl:

I have read that forum, and unfortunately, have real-life friends who speak (SPEAK!) and write like that, so I am well versed in the writings of woo. Series

My entity is pure black! maybe our entities are like opposites, a beastial yin and yang

if I'll have excessively good luck every time a white cat crosses my path.

So far all i've gotten is a rug full of fur. i don't think that's good luck.

my chakra must need re-tooling, or something.

is that like, normal luck? Or does nothing change because he didn't do anything. But he COULD have, so you COULD have had bad luck!


I don't think I could be a witch. Too complicated. :(

What if a black cat doesn't cross your path while you're holding an upside-down, backwards, Chinese braille bible with half the pages missing?

That's one of the funniest things I've ever read in my life.

My Egyptian apartment building has 3 of these eerie creatures haunting the halls and stairwells--a mother and her 2 little hellspawns.

They are almost invisible and generally benign, except when I startle one of them outside my apartment door and suddenly a white "whoosh/flash" zips between my feet.

Somtimes they fully materialize for a moment. Generally sitting on a stair or trash can, glaring at you with the universal feline expression that so clearly says: "Where's my treat?"

They are community property and everybody loves them. And this building needs some character. Inside is OK. But from the outside, it's a grim, 20-story concrete monolith, probably built from Russian blueprints (like many Egyptian buildings). Series-ly, this building sits on a gorgeous Mediterranean shore looks like it was transplanted directly from Moscow or Vladiovostok.

Outside, in a commentary on the times, we sometimes have the opposite of our protective entities--Caesar The Bomb Dog, a huge but gentle German Shepherd. I know Islam generally frowns on dogs as "unclean" animals, but that sure doesn't matter to the little kids around here. When they see Caesar, they point, laugh and babble something in Arabic that I'm pretty sure translates as: "Big cuddly plush-toy!" Then they go over and pet him, which he seems to enjoy.

He'd sit on my chest with a paw on either side of my face and MEOW fishbreath at me, always on my inhale.

Best damn alarm clock I ever had.

Isn't that usually a sign of alien abduction?

except that the hellbeast sometimes tried to give US a breakfast in bed, in the form of a dead mouse.

Most sinister!

and he only has one eye. And he drools a lot. And he has dreadlocks. And he's huge. And he's frightened of the chickens. It's quite pathetic, really.