The other night I wasn’t quite ready for bed. I let the dog out, drank a glass of milk and figured that while I wasn’t sleepy yet I’d shave. After shaving I crept down the hall and just as I was about to enter the bedroom I turned the hall lights out, leaving me completely in the dark, and opened the door.
After taking about two steps into the room, in utter darkness being blinded by the light difference, I felt a presence. It was insane… I felt right before me there was something close to my size looking at me. I’m sure you’ve had that feeling before. A chill went up my spine as I pondered whether I was being paranoid or if there really was something in front of me. Then (as if to answer that question for me) the “presence” grunted at me. I could tell the grunt came from about my height and directly within two feet of my face. It was like a rasped, breathy, diaphragm induced grunt. Instinctively I started to back up accidently closing the door behind me. My back was now against the door and my arms spread against the wall around hip level. I can only imagine the face I was making. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind.
Should I attack this thing? What is this thing? What about my wife and my daughter? Should I try and find the light switch and further assess the situation? Should I just open the door and run like crazy? Should I remain calm see what happens?
In what seemed like minutes, though I’m sure it was only seconds, my wife’s voice echoes in the room, “Honey?” I couldn’t place her location in the darkness and didn’t know if the “presence” could either. My voice trembled, “…yeah…” She asked me with a more distinctive location, “Can you see us?” Still with a weak voice I answered, “…no…” “We’re in front of you.” My rigid stance turned to jello against the wall as I mustered the strength to pull one arm up to my chest as if to slow my heart beat down. The grunting turned out to be my nine month old daughter having just woke up and where my wife was holding her she was about eye level to me.
So the moral to this story I assume is… sometimes when you think you’re facing a demon, its really just your wife and daughter after you woke them up by shaving in the middle of the night.
