I'll Be Back: A Nightmare You Can't Escape

The following episode has mentions of self harm and sexual assault. If this may be triggering for you, please take care of While listening. Something knocks on my door, walks in, and it drags its feet across my poor It sits on my bed and it looks at me with it's like a really dark red eyes, and it says I'm bad. A young woman from Mississippi has lived with a paranormal since childhood, from shadow figures in the mirror, in violent sleep, paralysis, to voices and bruises that can't be explained. My name is Edwin and here is Jade. It's true scary story. My name is Jade. I grew up in a small town in Mississippi. We lived with my grandma. When I was a kid, I was really scared of the smallest things, like I would be scared to be like in a room by myself, I would see shadows. I just try to kind of shove them off because I didn't want to think, oh, that's something more than just a shadow. I was around six or seven years old, I just started first grade and I was washing my hands in the bathroom. I looked in this mirror and there was this like giant figure behind me. It looked like it was kind of furry. It had these dark red eyes and was staring right at me. I had gotten really scared, and so I didn't say anything, and I didn't move for five or six seconds. I just kind of stood there, and it grabs my arm and it scratches my arm. I go to my grandma and I tell her about this, so she saw the scratches and everything, and we got our preacher to come to our house and kind of bless the house. I would hear footsteps and other things like moving around like deer in the night or during the day, especially if I was home alone. We had a computer room in one of the back rooms. I was in there and I was watching YouTube. I heard someone walking back and forth down the hallway. So I walk out and as I open the door, I can hear it walking and then it stops. So I close the door and it happens again. I don't know what to do at this point, like I just hear someone walking back and forth in the hallway, but I can't see anybody. I opened the door and I just leave it open, and whenever I sit down, it starts again. I just sat at the door so it would stop walking. I was at my dad's house because my parents were divorced. I had my own rim. I was laying in my bed and it was kind of late at night. It was around like eleven thirty. I was gonna lay down and go to sleep, and I hear knives scraping in the kitchen. My first thought, I was like, oh my God, like somebody just broke into the ouse. I grabbed this baseball bat that I had in my room because I thought there was somebody there. I walk out and there's nothing in the kitchen. There's no knives laying out. There's no one in the kitchen. So I go in my room and the door and I can still hear them like scraping the knives. I felt really uneasy about it, and I was like, Okay, there's nobody in the house. All the doors are locked, and I was like, this is really weird. I tried to go to sleep the best I could, and I put my headphones in. I was listening to music and I just went to sleep. I guess I didn't want to just deal with it, whatever it was. Whenever I was thirteen, I moved in with my dad I had started to have like sleep proalysis, and I didn't know what this was at first. I'd never had anything like it in my entire life. The first one that I had, I had this horrible dream and whenever I want to go wake up, because whenever you have sleep paralysis, you can't like fully wake up. So my eyes were just kind of like open a little bit and I was able to move my head back and forth. Whenever that happened, I felt like this pressure come over like my entire body and like something had pulled my legs apart, and my head it felt like it was on fire. I was very scared this moment, so I just said I belong to God, like you have to leave me alone, and it stopped right then. The next morning, a couple hours later, I called my grandma and I was like, hey, like this just happened, and I don't know like what it is or anything. She told me that when I was a kid, it was around whenever I was about eight years old, she woke up and there was a stick figger standing at the end of her bed. She's like a wholehearted Christian, Like this is the most Christian woman I've ever met, and she's an amazing person. She was not scared at all. She got up, she pointed at it, and she said, you have to leave. I belong to God. You cannot do anything to me. And she said that it left. She felt like something was kind of off. So she had walked to my room and she said, I was standing up by the closet and it was standing right next to me, and it had its hand kind of on my back, and so she told it again that you have to leave. You cannot be in this house. You are not allowed here. So it finally left, and she said, I just walked over to my bed and I laid back down and I went back to bed. I had no idea that this was going on at all. I had no idea that this happened. She told me the reason why she didn't tell me was because she did not want me to get scared. And she told me just to pray and that if anything was to happen, to say that I belong to God and that it has to leave me alone. I was also told that my aunt's husband, he's originally from Mexico and his aunt was a witch. This was around the same time that my grandma had seen that figure. He had went there. He had walked by her house, didn't go in it, just walked by her house whenever he came home. My cousin she was about three years old, and she was sleeping in her crib in their ring. My grandma told me that when my aunt my uncle woke up, something was holding like their arms around their chest and was putting pressure on their chests and would not let them move or anything. By the time it stopped, they went to go check on my cousin and she was fine. They felt like something came back with him because she would like do spells and everything, and she would put kind of I guess spells on people like she didn't like, and she wanted bad things to happen to like. She definitely focused more on black magic. And what he told me is that she completely gave her soul to the devil and that's the reason why none of the family had anything to do with her because of what all she was doing. No sleep process happened again until I was fifteen. I went on vacation to Texas to see my aunt. We had taken my other aunt and my mama, my dad and my stepmam. We had went to my aunt's boyfriend's dad's house. He wasn't there. He was at some press court friends for the business that he owned. It was a really nice house. Me and my other aunt had ended up saying with my aunt at this house, and we slept in my aunt's boyfriend's dad bedroom because he wasn't there and it was a really nice bedroom. I was really tired that guy, and so I just went to bed. I had this dream where I was standing in front of this mirror and I shot myself. Whenever I want to go wake up, my head felt like it was on fire. I could kind of see a shadow's face. I guess you wouldn't see it like the face, but it was a circle face like kind of next to my face. And I was trying to grab my aunt's arm so she could help me. She didn't wake up. I fell back asleep, and the same thing happened again, and the exact same way. At the first time, I was like, Okay, I'm not gonna let this get to me, like I'm just gonna go to sleep. So I fell asleep at the third time, and whenever it happened the third time, whenever I said I belonged to God. It felt like there was a ringing in my head. My head felt like it was on fire, and it was just getting worse. Finally woke up all the way and I sat up and there was this figure of this lady like standing in the closet. It really freaked me out. I was like, Okay, I'm not gonna pay any attention to it. Maybe if I just ignore it, it will leave me alone and it will finally let me sleep. So I rolled over and I'm like facing away from it, and I go to sleep. The next day, I told my aunt about it and she said, yeah, that's where her boyfriend's dad's wife had shot herself in that room. Well, that's really weird because the dream I had beforehand, I was standing in the mirror and I shot myself. She said where are you on, like the far end of the room, right next to the bathroom, and I was like, well yeah, and she said that's where she shot herself. She also told me that they would be upstairs, and this was hard. With the floor, they would hear her walking downstairs. She told me the reason why maybe this was happening to me was because I was so young and I had such an open mind, and it was her trying to tell me how she died, and I told my aunt, I don't want anything to do with it, like this takes a total on my body, Like it doesn't just hurt my sleep, but it makes me feel so like dreary, like just so tired and like mentally drained. And she was like, I get that. It'll leave you alone when I promise, I was like, okay. So anytime I had walked into that room, I felt very uneasy, especially after hearing the story. And I don't know if I felt uneasy because of what happened the night before or because of what I found out that happened in that room. I was standing in the bathroom and I was blow drying my hair and I just felt like someone was standing like right behind me. I couldn't take that feeling anymore. So I got myself and I had went to the other bathroom in the house and I finished get ready, and I was so happy when we left because I just felt so scared in that room and in that house, because I constantly felt like there was someone standing right next to me. And as soon as we left, it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, like there was no one that was following me around or sitting behind me or seeing what exactly I'm doing. We left by Tennessee and we had moved further into this like small town. It's like an old house. There's like a well outside, there's a brick oven outside to like it's an old house, but it's beautiful. I really liked my room. I had a balcony that went outside, and I would still kind of hear things, but I would just ignore it. I was like, if I don't feed into it, it's not gonna do anything. I was seventeen. I was talking to this guy and we were supposed to go to the zoo the next day, and he canceled on me, and I was really upset about it, and I had stayed up kind of crying a little bit, and I had a guitar kind of sitting in the corner of my room by my closet. All the strings on the guitar just went off. I took the guitar and I had put it in my closet because I was like, I don't want it to go off for the rest of the nights. So I go to sleep I wake up and my guitar is back in the corner of my room and there's a shadow standing next to it. So I tell it, I'm like, please leave me alone, like I don't want anything to do with this. I belonged to God. You have to leave me alone. And it left. So I was fully convinced, Okay, this is the end of it. It's all gonna leave me alone. I'm not gonna have any sleep prosis, like none of this is gonna happen. It stopped for a good year. Whenever I was sixteen, I had my first and only wreck so far. I thought I was dead. There was so much blood everywhere. Whenever I was upside down in a ditch, I unboke with my seatbelt and I looked over and I could kind of see like a light of someone they put their hand out on me, is what it felt like. Which I hit my head a blunch during this wreck, so it could have been that, and I could have just been like imagining it. That's why I never took it into full perspective. Because I had like a major concussion and I had had some like brain bleeds, and so they had to go in and they had to work on everything, and so I never like actually put that as like that was an angel telling me it's gonna be okay. It could have been anything with how hurt I got in that rec So, whenever I was eighteen, me and my best friend got an apartment in the town that we're going to go to college too. About three months into living into this apartment, I had the worst sleep prolysses that I had ever had in my entire life. I had a dream beforehand there was a group of people and I was doing like these really horrible things to them. There was like a bunch of murder, there was rape, and there was like kids in fog and I couldn't control myself in the stream, but I know it was horrible. It was a really bad dream, and whenever I went to go wake up, I felt like very cloggy, like it was a sleep prolysis. Again. My door was closed. Something knocked on my door three times, and I thought it was my best friend walking into my room. She came and sat down on my bed and she started violently shaking me to wake up, and I couldn't wake up fully. I could kind of see like a figure of something at this point, it wasn't necessarily like a shadow. It had more like dimension to it. I could see like the outlines of the arms. I could see kind of more of like a jawline. It had gotten its face right next to mine, and I see like dark almost black red, and it looked at me, and then it got in my ear and it said, I'll be back. I have to go check on you know who. I fully woke up and I texted my friends and I was like, Hey, what are you talking about? You have to go check on you know who? And she was like, what are you talking about? Like I've been at work for two hours, and I was like, you just came into my room, sat on my bed, shook me to wake up, and told me that you had to go check on you know who. And she was like, I have no idea what you're talking about. She had got home that night and I was asking about it. I was like, you're lying to me. You have to be tell me that you're lying to me. So I don't think anything weird is going on. She said, I find that really strange because that not I woke up and she could hear whispering in her room. She said, as soon as she turned around, it stopped. So I went to work the next day and I work in a still living facility right now. One of my residents, she's very Catholic, very religious, and I love her to death. I had walked into her room and she looked at me and she said, do you have sleep prolesses? And I don't tell them, you know, really any of my personal information, especially stuff like that. And I was like, what are you talking about? She said, there's something following you and it's not going to let you go. I was like, no, you know, like I'm okay, I promise, like everything's fine. She said, no, someone needs to help you because it's not gonna let you go. Her daughter had came in. I had went her to go check on her, and the resident looked at me and she said, there's something following you. Her daughter was like, Mama, what are you talking about? You know? And she was like, there's something following her and it won't let her go. You have to help her. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. And her daughter told me that her mom was always able to sense things and see things. She told me that her mom had seen something following me. And it's She said, it was holding on to me and it wasn't gonna let me go. So she gave me just like rosemary cross and some holy water, and I was like, I promise, like, everything's fine, It'll go away at some point whenever it realizes I'm not gonna feed into whatever it wants. She was like, I would feel more comfortable if you would take this. I was like, okay, well i'll take it, but I promise, like I'll be okay. I had put the cross on my vanity set, which sits in front of my bed. I would wake up some knots and it would be kind of swaying back and forth. I was like, I'm not gonna think anything of it, like my dog may have bumped the vanity set and it may be moving. I had gone back to work maybe a month afterwards. The resident. She didn't say anything to me. The daughter came in and she said, has your problem gotten better? And I was like, oh, yeah, like you know, nothing's happened, you know, Like I said, I'll be fine as soon as it figured out I wasn't gonna feed into whatever it was telling me. And she was like, I would feel better if you would kind of be careful. There was one time I had went to one of my friend's house and her mom was not really like a good person. I saw like it wasn't her shadow because her shadow was in front of her and the light was behind her. But I could see like this figure kind of standing behind her. And I told my friend about it. She told her mom about it. I don't know what happened, but her mom completely changed, and by the time I went back over there, her mom had quit drinking, she had quit doing drugs, she started going to church, and this like thing behind her was just gone. I find it weird that, like, I've had this happen my entire life, and now it's starting to get like more physical and it's more of the same thing that's happening instead of like different things. I had a tree where I was driving in town. There was this guy next to me. He was kicking me in the face as I was driving. I was like, I'm just gonna run off the road and maybe we'll just botho. I don't know why I had this mindset. I didn't know what was really going on, but I had ran off the road. Whenever I woke up, something was choking me. I could not breathe at all. I said in my head, I belong to God. It has to leave. Then I have the same dream that I had whenever I had the really horrible sleep prosis where I was hurting other people. I was like, really freaked out about this. So I wake up to an extent, like while I'm having sleep prolesses, something knocks on my door, walks in, and it drags its feet across my floor. It sits on my bed and it looks at me with its like really dark red eyes and it says, I'm back. Whenever I finally woke up, I just didn't go back to sleep. I was really scared. And my friend got up and I asked her. I was like, did you come in my room and choke me out? Like this is not a funny joke or whatever you're doing? And she said, what are you talking about? Like why would I come in your room and choke you out? That's horrible. No one has been in your room. It was really worrying me at this point that this same dream, and I want to say it was like the same spirit that was trying to scare me, and it was definitely scaring me at this point, being Southern Baptist, we don't really talk about like paranormal and stuff like that. We just kind of believe that if you just ignore it, it'll go away. So I looked up some priests online and there was this Catholic priest and he asked me if I was ever part of a cult, and I was like WHOA, Like, no, I have nothing to do with any of that. And he said, well, it may be a colt that has a hold of you that won't let you go. He asked me if I knew any witches. I have no idea of any colts or any witches. You know, like, no one of my families really like that. He told me that I may be like a medium and some other things like that. He said I could use like sage and holy water and I could do some prayers and talk to God more about it and maybe it'll stop. I told him, I was like, even if I am a medium, I don't want anything to do with that, Like I really just want to be left along with it. I want to just kind of be Okay. I would sage the house, I would take the holy water, and I would kind of put it throughout the house. We had some more crosses put up and I would have bibles kind of laying out because I was getting really freaked out at this point and I didn't want something to be attached to me. All this kind of happened, and then I had that exact same sleep proalysis again with the same thing, and it was the same spirits that had been bothering me for a couple months now. It did the same thing again, and at this point, I'm getting really tired of it, and so I tell my friend about it, and she said that that night she had a dream where she was debunking the devil, she was getting rid of the devil, she was casting them out. Well, I don't know how to do that, Like with these dreams that I'm having, I can't control anything at all. And she said, I've never had anything like that. I've just had a few things that happened since we moved in together. This was maybe like a month ago that she had told me about this dream and all this other stuff, and I was kind of getting convinced. I was like, Okay, so it's gonna leave me alone at this point if I just ignore it and I just pray, I keep reading the Bible and doing my devotions and kind of trying to cleanse the house a little bit. Maybe it will finally leave me alone. Last night, I had stayed up until about twelve, kind of hanging out with my friends. Whenever I went to sleep, I had the exact same dream with the sleep proalysis, and at this point, the last two times that it happened, it had never actually like hurt me physically. It was just kind of mentally training me. So whenever I want to go wake up, something knocked on my thword three times and rugged their feet into my ram sat on my bed, and it grabbed my ankles. My ankles felt like they were burning, like they felt like they were on fire. I was trying to kick my legs, but I couldn't move them. In my head, I'm saying I belong to God, you have to leave me alone. As soon as I said the word God, my head felt like it was going to explode, Like it felt like my head was on fire. It was so bad. I'm like starting to cry at this point because it's really hurting me. And so it gets up and it says I'm leaving, I'll be back. I see it move out my door and I can get more of like a detail of it. I'm about five to two and a half, and I want to say that this thing is maybe like six foot. It's tall. It doesn't have any hair or anything. It's not really a person, but it's got longer fingernails, and it's kind of muscular, and it has like furry or if it had kind of like what looked like a burd coat on, and it looked like it had like tattoos on the back of its like neck. It looked like it had horns. But I may be like mistaken that because everything was kind of blurry at this point too, and so I could just kind of see something walking out, but I couldn't see like exactly what it was. Whenever I woke up, I looked at my ankles and I have these handprints skinnier and longer like nails burned into my ankles. It kind of hurts, and it's just very mentally draining, and I don't know how to get rid of the same. And I don't know what it is. I do believe it's something supernatural, especially for like how much it's happened and how long it's been going on. I just don't know how exactly I can get it to stop. It doesn't hurt physically as much as it does mentally, like it's so draining, it wants to hurt me and wants me to feel bad about it. I want it to know like it's not going to completely drag me down and it's not going to completely break me apart. Thank you Jade for sharing your story with our community, and if you want to tell me your story, head on over to true scarystory dot com for us to have it featured on the podcast. To support our program and the rest of the shows on scary fm, try out Scary Plus. You'll get all the episodes without ads. Play them right here where you're listening, and get them early when we have them available too. It's four and nine a month, being canceled any time. This episode of True Scary Story was edited and sound designed by Sarah Vorhez Wendel, a VW sound scheduling by Bianca Chavez, an additional production by me Edwin Kovarubias and the Scary FM team. We are following the show. I'll be back next week with another story. 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