Came across this forum today and thought it was the perfect pace to share this story. I have almost completely avoided sharing this story over the years because it seemed too real and I didn't want to make light of it.
When I was at Bible school as a 19 year old son of a missionary I roomed with another man who I will call Bill for the purposes of the narrative. He was eccentric and somewhat off the wall to say the least. He and I got along quite well though and things went well for the first two months of the semester. As I started to get to know him better he began telling me about strange dreams that he would have. The dreams he would tell me about were bizzare and disturbing in the extreme. I remember one night being totally freaked out when he told me he had a sexually explicit dream but that everyone in the dream was covered in blood and that there was alot of violence related to the sexual activity. I didn't know what to say when he told me this. It didn't jive with his character. He was hyper religious and tended to be old fashioned in his views of women and sexuality.
After a few days I got caught up in the everyday business of the semester again and the thoughts and memories of what he told me faded from the forefront of my mind. One night a few weeks later all that changed....along with my thoughts and opinions about supernatural occurences.
One night during the week we had both been tired and turned in early for the night. I drifted off to sleep as I normally would. I slept fitfully though and then things began to get weird. My sister had given me a little stuffed animal to take with me to school as a memento and I had left it sitting on the top shelf of the book case next to my bed. My bed was the top bunk of the bunk beds in the room. As I was sleeping I was awakened by Bill saying loudly from the bottom bunk...."Stop it!" He was prone to talking in his sleep and so I thought nothing of it and just closed my eyes and drifted off again. A few minutes later though he called me by name and again said..."Stop it!" This time he sounded angry and I realized he was awake and talking to me. I asked hime what I was doing that he wanted me to stop and he said, "Stop making your stuffed animal fly around the room!"
Normally I would have laughed at him and played along with the joke. This time I didn't. A chill shot through me from head to toe and I shot a quick look over at the stuffed animal. Even though I knew it would be there I was almost afraid to look. It was there in it's place and I took some solace in this but my mind was disturbed and I had a hard time getting back to sleep. Finally I was able to doze again.
Some time later I started to dream and in my dream I felt as though Bill needed to scream. It sounds weird but it's the best way I can describe it. It is the same feeling you get when you are terrified iin your dream and can't make a sound....except i knew it was Bill that was terrified and needed to scream. Finally he did scream. I heard the scream from directly below me and sat bolt upright in my bed. When I opened my eyes Bill was on the other side of the room...white as a sheet and staring with a look of sheer terror at the bunk below me. I had no idea what he was looking at but I was scared witless and jumped out of my bed and ran across the room to where he stood. I asked him why he was screaming and he said he wasn't and hadn't.
"You heard it too though, didn't you?" he asked
"Heard what?" I replied
"The screaming" he was shaking as he spoke.
"Where did it come from?" I asked.
"I woke up and the head of a baboon surrounded in flames was hovering over me...screaming at me...trying to bite me...then you moved in your bunk and it shot out of the window" as he said this we heard a sharp knocking at the door. I opened the door and one of our frineds from a room down the hall was there. he said he had heard what sounded like animal scream coming from our room and wanted to know what was happening. Bill repeated what he had told me. By this point I was terrified. I had always felt like I was a lost soul. That I was too bad to be a minister or even to be saved and I figured this was just some kind of verification of it and that I was cursed somehow. Not withstanding this the three of us began "praying in tongues" (a practice common among pentecostals when the prayer matter is urgent and one is not sure how to pray). We did this for about ten minutes and then a calm pervaded the room and I was able to go back to sleep.
I knew that christmas break was coming and that I would be staying in that wing of the dorm by myself when all the other students went home for break. I thought I would never be able to sleep there alone. The next few weeks passed uneventfully and when Chrsitmas break came I slept calmly there and never even worried about it. The only thing I can conclude is that whatever energy or being that was was attached to Bill and followed him.
This incident is the one and only incident from my life that I can point to as being truly supernatural. Now.... there may be psychological or logical explanations for what happened... but.... this felt different to me.. and no matter what anyone tells me... I believe....