I was babysitting with my grandma. I was 12-13 then, and It was my first "Spiritual Experience". It was maybe 1 or 2 A.M at night. I was up late watching TV. It was summer though, so I was hardly tired. One of the kids I was babysitting, Peyton (Age-10-11), came out into the living room with me to watch TV. He was scared or something. We sat on the couch, watching "Spider man" because that's what Peyton wanted to watch. I kept seeing something from the corner of my eye in the doorway of the hallway. I could only see it from the corner of my eye though. It was green and twisted-looking. The way it appeared made it seem like it was saying something. Words weren't needed. As if it were say "Come over here" (creepily, obviously), I would look over at the bleak object at the corner of my eye; It wouldn't be there. It hadn't moved or slithered back... It just wasn't there anymore. I would sit there for minutes, on and off seeing the figure. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.
I asked Peyton, "Did you just see that?"
"No.", he answered, completely focused on the TV.
and I'm like, "I'm going to go see what it is. I'm sick of seeing this thing."
I was annoyed at it interrupting my normal TV time with Peyton. I was hardly scared. I was fearless, even. It didn't scare me, at first. I was curious, and that was it. I needed to see what it was. I stomped off to the doorway and stopped. My entire body froze when I got to just the edge of the doorway. My neck down, I couldn't move.
My voice shook when I said, "Peyton, I can't move."
If I could have moved, I would have fell to the ground in fear. I struggled to do little things, like move my fingers or wiggle my toes. I was fighting hard to get from the grip of what held me there. I was forced to stare into the black of the next room in front of me. I didn't see anything. For a second, I stood there to look, but nothing more than ordinary appeared. I was so scared. You know the feeling when you're so scared that you can't even scream? That's the feeling I had then.
"No. You're just trying to scare me." Peyton said.
"No. I'm not." My voice shook again, as if I was going to cry.
Finally, I got out of the grip. The upper half of my body limped forward as one slow gasp came out of me. I walked back to the couch with Peyton shaking and shivering. I was cold and scared and just plain terrified. He knew I wasn't kidding. My teeth chattered, and my legs shook.
I was mortified that that had just happened. It didn't make sense. I felt it was gone after that, meaning I wasn't scared after that huge dose of fear, but I was reluctant to go into that hallway again. Peyton and I went to go check on his little brother (Age-4-6).
I was holding my stomach as I stood in front of Peyton, while he stood in the hallway. Holding my arms across my stomach was the only thing that kept me from shaking uncontrollably. I did walk through the hallway though. His little brother was fine, sound asleep. It was about 3:00 A.M. When I went to bed, which was very soon after that had happened.
It scared me at the time, but I felt it was gone. I wouldn't have been able to go to bed if it had been there. I've had many more experiences since then. This was just the first, the one that scared me the most. It was the beginning, I guess. I don't know if I pushed it away or what, but I never even saw it ever in that house again. Maybe I felt it a little once, but I can't be sure. I can feel when something paranormal is near me, mostly evil. I only see anything on special occasion. Is there such thing as a gift that consists of feeling? I've had this really, super weird experience a couple of times. There is a lot of feeling. I will write about it later.