Forced Oobe by a Demon?

From: Eric  (Endorphin78@hotmail.com)
Story type: OBE
Location: My Bedroom 
Source: Form Submission

To this day the feeling still haunts me...

I have an anxiety/depression condition and have read about such things as "Night Terrors" caused by extreme anxiety; as to if this experience was genuine or a night terror induced figment of my imagination?? i cant be sure.

I was asleep in my bed maybe about a year ago when i remember opening my eyes for no reason; clearly seeing my room and actually recognizing everything. a place for everything and everything in its place. I felt myself floating up at first, it was a rather pleasant experience althought maybe a bit frightning at the concept of not really being able to explain what was happening; soon the pleasantness of the experience wore off when i realized that i couldnt stop myself from floating away, I felt as thought if i kept floating away i would be gone forever never to return to my body. I equated this thought to "death" and quickly my mood turned to one of panic. I tried to grab onto anything that i could to keep me from floating away but because i wasnt "material" and there was no substance to my flesh; everything i tried to grab onto just went right through my hands. Finally in a last ditch effort to stop i concentrated and grabbed for my door handle. I dont remember what happened next but i woke up with a cold sweat shaken by this experience.

Well i wish the story would have stopped there; The next night with the thought of that experience fresh on my mind i went to sleep again and again sometime in the middle of the night i woke up; my room, everything the way i had left it and again i felt like i was begining to float only this time it was more of a "being pulled" feeling...the pulling feeling that i felt; i realized was being caused by this...this "thing" im not sure how to explain it, but it was like a black cloud or like a shadow type of thing; When it realized that i "saw" it, it began pulling at me even harder as if it was in a rush or something; But instead of yanking at my collar like someone would do in a fight, it was yanking at ME, not my clothes or my skin, it was deeper than that; it was yanking at what i would imagine to be my soul, my very most inner being. Needless to say it scared the &*^&% out of me; I woke up with a start, sweating profusley and maybe more assured that there are such things as demons and other supernatural things.