trash talking
Saturday, November 3rd, 2007This happened to me just this year.
You know what, the witching hour is 3
AM, a conversion of the 3pm death of
CHRIST. Some horror films actually base
it on facts (Exorcism of Emily Rose, THe
omen, etc.)
For the past year, i had this
inclination to wake up at 3 am, this
happened when i slept in my room and
while i was half awake, somebody grabbed
my hair from behind and tried to stab me
with a very pointy object (at that time,
i envisioned long, sharp nails). I was
going to shout to call my sister who was
sleeping in the upper bunk but i could
not utter a single sound. I kept on
muttering and mumbling and i always felt
the stab of pain in my back, I couldn’t
turn around because i was afraid to see
the face of this dark creature.
I prayed to God and asked for HIS
intervention, little by little the sharp
object subsided from my back. I couldn’t
move through it all. i was holding my
hand to my chest and i could hear myself
breathing, feel myself sweating and i
even pinched my hands to make sure i was
awake and not dreaming.
I am a CHRISTIAN, my forefathers and up
until now, the family goes to the same
church and i go to church as well, quite
active you might say in the Service for
GOD. BUt this incident, i could not
understand.
In the morning, i called the family
together and narrated my ordeal, nobody
paid attention, they said, it was just a
dream, i wasn’t awake at that time. They
brushed it off, but i was afraid….
A week since the incident, i started
waking up at exactly 3 am, i just woke
up in the middle of the night and i
looked at my cell phone’s time, exactly
3am. SO i prayed to GOD that i will go
back to sleep.
One time, i woke up because my cellphone
beeped, two messages came in. I was
surprised to see that somebody actually
sent me an SMS at 3 AM, as i checked the
message details options, the message was
sent at around 1145 PM, so why did it
beeped at 3 AM?
ONe time my sister told me in the
morning that she felt warm rasping
breathes near her ears, at times i hear
it too.
For the remaining days, i woke up at 3
AM and i started praying hard to GOD,
harder than i used to… I prayed that i
will have a good night’s sleep.
I remember when i was 15 years old when
i slept in that same room, i had UROM,
its a Filipino term when somebody who is
sleeping experiences that somebody
grabbed their throat and they couldn’t
breath. you are aware of everything
around you but you couldn’t wake up,
they said that to escape this horrifying
experi ence, you have to move your pinkie
toes or wait for someone to wake you up.
I desperately tried to move my toes and
i was able to wake up. I always have
UROM in this room , in this bed,
whenever i did the exact same sleeping
position .
As i continued to Pray, eventually, it
never happened again, i really don’t
understand the test given to me, but its
a great relief to know that SOMEONE
actually carries all the burden for it all.
