My Life, My Words, My Journal

I Was (Allegedly) Possessed

I woke up pretty well today. I spend all my weekends at my boyfriends house and since my sleeping schedule is fucked the fuck up really bad I usually wake up before him. I usually just spend my time watching Netflix or some YouTube videos in the meantime.

Today, I watched the Superbowl ads that I missed yesterday. The crazy did’t start until he woke up though. He looked at me with freaked out eyes, as if I had done something horribly wrong (which in a way I guess you could say it was).

According to him, in the middle of the night he was awaken by me. I was laying face up looking at the ceiling, eyes wide open, one hand in the air pointed towards the ceiling. He said I was chanting something or mumbling… well actually his exact words were “you were speaking in tongues”.

At the end of my “speech” or “chant”, I dramatically turn my head (as the ‘possessed people’ do in horror movies) and locked eyes with him. Meanwhile, he said the door was making cracking sounds along with the closet.

(Back to the present). At this point of his story I look at him and laugh. I for real thought he was kidding. I was waiting for him to say that it was just a cruel joke, if it was, that he wanted me to believe that he could make me think that I was possessed by a demon or something.

I asked him if he was joking, which he was not, to what he then added that he thought I was pulling a prank on him in the middle of the night. At the time he didn’t understand it (the joke) but he still thought it was one. But now talking to me and seeing how freaked out I was, then he knew it wasn’t.

We, as uneducated individuals, came to the conclusions that I was possessed and that someone is after me. The End. possessed

Just kidding. Even though we had a good laugh about it in the end I did do my own research. My brother and mom have told me before that I do sometimes talk in my sleep. To add to that I have woken up screaming so there’s that to unload.

I know that it’s not a demon of course (at least I am hoping that it’s not). Like I said at the beginning my sleeping schedule sucks. Its down right horrible. I have been kind of stressed about interning, money, and then other personal things. Plus my eating habits have not been really good as of lately, and that doesn’t really help the situation either.

All these factors can point me into a better understand of why I am talking in my sleep. (Or trying to contact Satan). And the things I should probably change, the habits I need to improve on.

Now, the whole door and closet making noise thing, that. . . that I can’t explain.

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