When I was 15 years old, I had a unique experience that I’ve never forgotten. My older brother and I shared a room with two twin beds on each side. One night, I woke up and found myself unable to move, but my eyes were able to scan the room. When I looked down towards my feet and then the ceiling, I saw a man standing over me with a menacing grin and glowing eyes. I was so scared that I leapt into the bed with my brother, who, half asleep, punched me a couple of times before I convinced him to let me stay there until morning.

I’ve tried to explain this experience to others over the years, but nobody takes me seriously; they look at me like I’m crazy. I often wonder why I was chosen to witness something so paranormal. I believe it was God’s plan for me to get a glimpse of the other side of life, making me aware of its unseen nature. Perhaps the experience will help save my soul. Now, at 35, I’m still searching for someone with whom I can share my story.