In 1997 my wife (then my fiance') was about 8-9 months pregnant and we were living in a duplex in Meadowview. It was Summer then and the nights were warm. We slept under small, light blankets and often with the window open. On this night I lay in bed in just my boxers and the OL in her nighty(sp). I'm a pretty heavy sleeper and it takes quite a ruckas to get me up. On this night, there was to be no ruckas but a mere whisper that would awake me.
At about 3am I hear a clear audible, "Psssst.". Instantly I am awake. Eyes wide open. I'm staring at a dark figure standing, no, it a had one foot resting on the trunk at the foot of the bed. It's arms were folded casually across it's bent knee. My whole body went numb and I found I could not move. It simply "stared" at me in a mocking kind of way as I struggled to move, shout, yell, anything to wake my lady.
These sorts of expierences run in my family. Although this was the first time anything of this magnitude was happening to me. I knew from stories my mother and father told me that the mere appearance of another person or a touch from them would break the hold and send the demon away. Even invoking the name of God would work. Only I could not speak, nor move.
At this point I am quite aware that I am breathing heavily and tremoring. Now my shock and fear are turning into anger and savageness as that my pregnant GF is beside me. I wanted to protect them. I'm shaking very badly and now I'm starting to growl involuntarily. I'm so pissed and I can start to feel the warms coming back to my limbs and that I might be able to get up at any moment to attact this thing. Then the spectre motions toward his right and beside me (like a fuckin asshole). As I look over to that side (were my GF and soon-to-be child lay) I see a second demon. This one is much larger though. "Head" nearly scraping the ceiling. But, this one is mishapen. Not the man-form of the first. More of an imposing blob of inky blackness.
Fuck. There were two.
Now, I'm scared again but even angrier. The thought occurs to call out Jesus's name but, I quickly squash it because I feel abandoned by God at this point. I'm on my own. Just me and them. I was going to handle this myself.
My fist are balled up and I can hear my breathing and growling becoming louder and louder. Scared shitless, but the primal instinct to protect my own is ever-so slowly overcoming the fear.
Suddenly my GF reaches over and grabs my arm. I look down at her hand and then back up. They were gone.
Fuck, it's getting busy here at work. I'll finish this up in a minute or two.