I am still curious to this day of what I saw that one night. I think I was born with this psychic ability, because my grandfather had it. It started when I was around 3 years old. I would see shadow looking people on my walls, and even ghosts. No matter where I went, I will always see someone watching me. I would see different people and when I look at them again they are gone.
When I was 5, I woke up late at night and saw a black monster thing at my closet. There was more than one, and it wasn't a shadow. It had yellow eyes, and had a big grin on it's face. I couldn't move, speak, or breathe. It scared me so bad and I tried to yell for my mom, but nothing would come out. Then it disappeared, I suddenly heard something coming up stairs, I could hear it's heavy breathing. Then I heard this banging on the wall in the hallway. I was to scared to get up and look. In the morning I asked my parents if they heard it and they said no. For some reason a mirror was in front of my door, broken.
During the years when I turned 8, I would notice things being moved. Only my things. It would say disturbing things to me, like "I'm going to kill you!" and If I told anyone it would hurt me. It physically hit me twice too. I was scared to sleep in my room alone or in the dark. I would get nightmares everyday of the same monster. It would not let me speak or I would run in slow motion kind of. I remember running downstairs to my mom, and there was light around her I tried to yell for my mom, but they somehow prevent me from speaking. I could hear a voice tell me to run towards it. So I tried too, and then I could tell that the demons were getting angry and tried to reach to me to pull me back. It happened in some of my dreams where they pulled me back in the darkness. I made it in the light and they backed away, growling at me. I felt safe with my mom in the light.
It's hard to tell if it was a evil spirit or a demon. I imagine demons doing worse things. I was too little to understand what was going on. Once I was getting older I started to know about God, Angels, and Demons. I remember telling God to help me... Maybe they started to stop once they realized I am starting to bond with God, not really sure. I watched a video and saw a picture of the demon pulling someone into hell and it looked just like it, except it didn't have the black wings. It shocked me.