50 Grisly, True Stories That Will Scare The Crap Out Of You

50 Grisly, True Stories That Will Scare The Crap Out Of You

41. Worst boyfriend ever


I was with my boyfriend at the time. We were laying in my bed and the lights were out. We weren’t talking, just both thinking. All of the sudden he rolls over and hugs me really tightly. I, of course, hug him back. But then this feeling just hit me. If I wasn’t already laying down, it would have knocked me over. It was a total feeling of dread and panic. I’ll admit, I have had panic attacks in the past. But this was not the same. I hugged my boyfriend back as hard as I could. I never felt a feeling like this before. My boyfriend is one of those people who always is really warm, but even in his arms I felt ice cold. I could feel this evil, awful feeling and it seemed like it was coming from the corner of my room. It was kind of like sensing your friend behind you when they aren’t saying anything. I honestly believe there was a demon or something in my room. I got the courage to speak, and I said, “Jay, do you feel that?” and he said he did- the cold, evil feeling.

This all happened in about thirty seconds to a minute. He decided to call his friend who was studying to be a youth pastor. I got up and turned the lights on and came back to the bed. He called Matt and put him on speaker phone. Matt prayed for us and we both closed our eyes and listened, praying in our heads. When the prayer was done the room felt lighter and it wasn’t cold anymore. But after a little small talk afterwards, Matt asked, “Were you two talking while I was praying?” We were like, of course not. We were just listening. He said he heard- from the phone- a deep, gravelly voice telling him to stop. And he said he felt an awful, evil feeling overcome him while he was praying.

Fucking freaked me out. Boyfriend drove home immediately afterwards because he was super freaked out (I was kind of mad he wouldn’t stay with me because I was scared too). I went in my dad’s room to tell him I thought there a demon came into my room. He was sleeping though, and just muttered something about having a gun and he’d shoot it (thanks, dad).
So yes. I am convinced it was a demon. But it never came back, so…. Why the fuck did it come? That’s the only problem I have with the whole thing. What was it trying to accomplish? I don’t think I’ll ever know.

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