This is the most similar photo I found that matches how the dark spirit looks like. No eyes, nose, or any facial features but it’s a girl of about 4 or 5 years of age.
Saturday afternoon of last week, I went to the city to visit my parents and felt so lucky that I got to sleep at my nephew’s bed. After like 2 hours of playing with Ogoro chan (my nephew) I felt so exhausted and dosed off.
I had like random visions and interactions with familiar people in my dream and then suddenly I was on my nephew’s bed – paralyzed and scared. A black spirit of an angry girl (who comes from my previous dream) was forcing her way to enter my body. The experience was so vivid I believed for some time that it’s real.
The energy from the dark spirit of the girl was so aggressive in entering my body that I can feel its heat. As ironic as it sounds, the spirit has a temperature and my co-CBSi pals laughed at me when I related this story to them.
As I struggled with all my might to push the spirit away, I tried to scream and asked help from my father who at that time was busy talking with my mother outside my little nephew’s “room” (as what the sleep paralysis experience fed my brain). As I tried to scream and noticed that no sound was coming out from my mouth, I started to understand that I was having a “nightmare” again, with the same situation but different assailant this time.
I tried to move and brushed the spirit away who started to enter my body making an entry on my forehead but my effort was futile. I can’t move and although I can open my mouth it produced no sound. Though I knew that I was having a sleep paralysis and it’s just a part of my dream, my brain persistently told me to get away from the spirit or else I will be possessed with an evil entity.
In my persistent resistance against the dark spirit which was slowly settling (I felt its presence while it slowly enters my body because of its “warm” temperature) inside me, I started praying the “Our Father” and when I tried to wrestle again I found a holy rosary hanging on my neck. A flood of sudden relief temporarily made me calm but I still can’t move.
The dark spirit was coming back at me again (it sort of flushed away when I got the rosary) angrier and the heat it emitted was more intense compared to its first attempt. I bravely opposed its will to enter my body and I recited the holy rosary aloud. While praying I tried my best to move. I wiggle the toes of feet while trying again and again to shout. And in my very last shout, a sound successfully escaped my mouth and my father found me trembling with eyes shut still shouting. He woke me up though I knew I was already awake since the moment the spirit started to forcefully enter my body.
My other sleep paralysis experiences are accurately illustrated in the documentary video below.