Spirit...or Demon?

From: Jessica (IQTJJay@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Home
Source: Form Submission

When I was 5 I woke up late at night,scared.I felt like there was something in me and my brothers room.I had this weird feeling go through my body,it wasn't fear, I know that.It was as if something was going through my body.It made me feel sad, angry, and in pain.when I finally was able to get up, I ran to the closest room which ended up being the bathroom.

I still felt like something was there, watching me.Everyone in the house was asleep.When I turned the light on I wasn't scared,but as I turned around to face the door something white passed by the door into my room. I was so scared I didn't want to go in there.I tried to convince myself I imagined it, but I know it was real.I saw it go into my room.I was scared, but I went back to my bed anyways.I knew there was something there, I could still feel it.I layed down in my bed and looked around as if somehow I was safe in my bed.

I went to sleep and when I woke up I still felt it.The sun was up, everyone was awake,but I could still feel it.Except I felt it in me.Nothing happened until I was about 6 or 7.I went to a catholic church with my grandma.I looked around and amediately hated it.I felt something angry inside, I remember wanting to destroy the church especially the windows with the pictures.I don't know why or how, but I have learned to control it,or atleast I think I have.Sometimes it hurts,as if it's fighting my soul wanting to be free.

It wants to hurt people that I love.I'm tired,always tired and feel as if it's trying to take control.Am I in control or is it waiting.Wearing me down little by little, till I can't fight anymore.I feel that what ever is in me laughs when I ask God to help, but I will keep fighting and asking for God to help me.I just pray that someday I'll be free.