The Motel Room Bed and the "Incubus"

Lord, I almost forgot about this one, and how could I? This was the one of the scariest things that ever happened to me and that I think could ever happen to anybody.

I was living in a motel room at the time, several years ago, and not finding anything more suitable to live in I was quite content. Until one night...

As usual, I had turned off all the lights for a night's sleep. In the middle of the night I was suffocating while sleeping on my back. I awoke to the definite feeling that something had sat itself upon my face and physically blocked my airways. I fought to get up and struggled to turn on the light. There was no sign of anyone else in my room, but it was clear to me that something or someone had put itself on my face in my sleep. I got up and checked the entire room. The room was empty. The bathroom was empty. The single window and door were locked and bolted from inside. There was nothing under the bed. I checked everything in that room.

Satisfied that I was quite alone, I turned off all the lights again and returned to my bed. I managed to get back to sleep. Sometime during my slumber I had the same experience. Fighting for my breath I managed to get the invisible, suffocating thing off of me and struggled for the light switch again. I managed to turn the lights on again and repeated my inspection of my entire room and environment again. Nothing. And there were no signs that anybody nor anything else had been in the room with me.

I began to turn off the lights again, but left the bathroom lights on and the door open as a sort of a full-room nightlight. I managed to get back to sleep that night (I can't remember why I managed to continue to return to my sleep) and was not awoken again until it was time. My invisible visitor had failed to return, it seemed.

So what was it? Was it the legendary, mythical Incubus of the old tales? Or was it something else? Or was it purely my imagination? And, why did it happen to me twice in one night?

The "Dancing" Candle and the "Garland"

I suppose that nothing could inspire visions more than the death of a loved one.

My mother Barbara recently passed away (March 28, 2006 - the day after her seventieth birthday). I kept her memorial cards (from her funeral) near the head of my bed on my night-table with a "Safe-T" candle lit 24 hours a day as a devotion to her memory. I have since turned off the "Safe-T" candle (it is a battery-powered light shaped like a small candle).

The first or second night of her death, I awoke in the middle of the night and looked for her devotional candle light. It was not where I had placed it. I looked down at the opposite end of my night table and saw the light of the candle down there. I looked back at the head end of my night table and then the candle appeared to have moved back up there. I went back to a fitful, disturbed sleep and awoke again. I looked for the devotional candle a second time - and it had appeared to move again to the opposite end of my night-table (!). I looked back at the head end of my table and there was the candle again. I do not know nor recall how many times this happened that night. I am sure no one was in my room other than myself - how else could the candle move back to its original position while I was awake and watching for it? Since that the night the candle (lit or unlit) does not appear to have moved at all.

The night of the "dancing" candle episode, I had occasion to get up and use the bathroom. As I passed my late mother's living room, I looked at the couch she had been using previous to her death. She occupied that couch almost 24 hours a day for several months just prior to her death. At the opposite end of the couch which she occupied, I noticed something that looked like a pale ribbonous (sic?) garland hanging over it. As quickly I had spotted this vision, it had disappeared and has not returned. I checked my eyes in the bathroom mirror to be sure that I nothing in them to interrupt nor disrupt my vision in the dark or the light.

Were these true and profound supernatural occurences? Did my late mother have anything to do with these visions? Or were the visions hallucinations - simple hallucinations or the result of my grief and disturbance over the recent death of my mother? Will I ever know in this life? Will I know in the next life (assuming, I, we all have one of course)?

Was it a Demon or Alien or Both?

One very disturbing day led into one very disturbing night. Was my upset so powerful that it created some dimensional doorway to my bedroom or "invite" some paranormal visitor from the beyond? Was it an alien? Was it a demon? Are they one in the same?

After some very disturbing phone calls and conversations one day years ago, I was laying in my bed at night with absolutely nothing to do. I just lay there in a fit of uncontrollable passion. As I lay there, I saw something whipping at the outside of my bedroom window. There is (was) a tree directly outside the window, but the whipping (or lashing) was not caused by any branches from this tree nor any other tree. I saw this through the closed "see-through" sheer drapes hanging on my window at that time.

The whipping or lashing stopped. And I froze in sheer amazement as I saw a short, brutish reptilian figure walk through my bedroom wall from the outside. This thing could not have come through the single bedroom window as the screen, glass and sheer drapes were all closed. The thing - as I saw it - passed through the wall and materialized in my bedroom before me.

He/she/it was about four (4) feet tall and had four limbs - two "legs" and two "arms". The thing had a small, grotesque, lizard-like head with large jet-black eyes. It had an ugly, ferocious demeanor about it. It seemed to be in a very bad or unpleasant mood. Its entire body (it was naked, except for what appeared to be a black leather harness about its body) was covered in medium gray colored scales or scutes. It had a very tough, swarthy appearance about it - as it had just gotten off some long journey from some otherworldly sailing ship. There, in one of its "paws" was what appeared to leathery, whiplike object. I guessed that it was the same thing I saw lashing on the outside of my bedroom window.

I just lay there in total silence, staring this thing down and it stared right back at me with those deep jet black eyes. I wondered if I had lost my sanity, if this was some hallucination or was this thing really there? After a very short time, it appeared to have been "stared down" and turned to its left and walked into my bedroom closet and disappeared. It appeared to have dematerialized or gone back to wherever it came from.

What was it? I have had other visions of paranormal and unnatural things, but nothing quite like this before nor since.