I remembered when I was about 12 years old. It was early in the morning, and I had just woken up, but I stayed in bed lying on my back. I could hear the village bus rumbling outside, probably around 5:50 a.m., because it always left at exactly 6:00 and took about ten minutes before driving off. I also heard people talking outside on the street and my mom, along with others, chatting on the veranda of the house.
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I heard all of this clearly, but the strange thing was that I saw two figures appear—seemingly spirits—one at the foot of my bed and the other at the head. My eyes were open, and while I couldn’t move my arm or any joint, I felt a heaviness over me. Yet, I wasn’t afraid. I couldn’t see the faces of the two figures, but my mind told me they were both female based on their voices and the blurry outlines.
I turned my head toward the figure at the foot of my bed, and from there, I became more certain they were probably female because of their voices. I tried to scream for help, but it felt like my voice was taken away. All I could do was lie there, as though someone with immense strength was holding me down. Despite this, the two spiritual figures continued talking. I couldn’t focus on what they were saying because I was chanting prayers in my mind, hoping they would leave. Eventually, the figure at the foot of my bed said, “So you don’t believe,” and then pressed her fingernails into my right foot.
The moment she did that, I was freed and able to move. Both figures disappeared. I immediately looked at my foot and saw the marks where her nails had pressed. I called out and when my older sister arrived, she saw the marks too. However, by the time my parents came, the marks had vanished. I explained what had happened, and since they were familiar with the spiritual realm, they immediately believed me.
I knew these two spirits weren’t evil because I wasn’t afraid, even though they had placed me in a position where I couldn’t speak or move. While they were talking, I wasn’t focusing on them because I was mentally reciting prayers, hoping they would leave. They probably realized I wasn’t paying attention, which is why one of them decided to leave a mark on my foot with her nails. I wasn’t sure what they wanted or if they were just messing around or delivering a message, but I believed they were simply stopping by to have some fun.
They weren’t evil spirits, because if they had been, my experience would have been different. I would have felt a stronger heaviness, and I might have even gotten sick. It’s one of those things you have to experience yourself—your body and mind instinctively know if a spirit is evil. I would describe this encounter as a clueless one. Perhaps they had a purpose for coming to me, but since I couldn’t remember their conversation, it left me unsure of their intent.
