Missionary Fights a Darker Presence

As many have heard, Mormon missionaries often come back with their own stories against a darker power during their two years of service for the lord. These stories have ranged from seeing dark "figures" in a room to a lost individual practicing a form of black magic. Possessed and demonic voices have escaped the mouth of kids and sometimes, maybe a kind of lost language that nobody can understand, will be deeply uttered.

This story reminds me of some Paranormal Activity series scenes. HA. Thank the lord it wasn't me.

"I was experiencing some weird dreams at night for a week. It was starting to  bother me so I finally asked my roommate if he was having anything abnormal in his life as well. Turns out, he was having weird dreams as well. Every night I would wake up at around 3, sweating and in a panic, thinking that something was looming over me in the creepiest way possible.

Experiencing this every night for a little over a week now was taking its toll on me. I started taking long naps in the afternoon trying to get rid of the sleepiness. One afternoon, I fell asleep in the recliner for my nap. 15 minutes later, I woke up, but was in a way, paralyzed. Panicking, I tried calling for my companion, but I couldn't speak. I tried screaming now, but still, nothing came out. My chest tightened and I attempted to move my body at all, with every ounce of strength but I had no control and still, my chest tightened. Loosing breath, I made one last attempt on screaming for my bloody life but nothing came. I was alone, and suffocating to death. I started praying to god, it was the only thing I could think of. I felt my chest rising, higher and higher. I could feel my back leave the recliner, and my legs straightening out. Having no control over my body and no life in my lungs, I was sure I was now going to die. Even though I was only in the living room, I have never felt so isolated. Darkness started to cloud over my eyes and I heard whispers in my head. Whispers only saying the worst imaginable.

'ELDER!' screamed my companion. He sprinted into the living room and he said he saw me getting thrown back maybe 10" into the chair. Gasping for air, I thanked god for another break and my companion for saving me. My companion said he had this strange feeling that he should run and check on me, immediately. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't shake the feeling.

We had those over us come visit the house and try to bless our apartment. Attempting to cast the demons out of the apartment, but it didn't work. We ended up moving out and they tried putting sister missionaries in there as well, but they only last three days before they were transferred as well. As far as I of, missionaries are no longer allowed there.

Haunting of LDS Missionaries

After a little research about this story, and the meaning of 3 in the bible, strange resemblances appear throughout similar stories of Mormon missionaries. As everyone knows, the number 3 stands for the Trinity all throughout the bible. These spirits don't agree so much with the teachings of god. "The fallen" have always had the power to mock the Trinity. 

"In 2001 I was serving a Mormon mission in Guayaquil, Ecuador. As you might know, missionaries are paired up in twos and are called companionships. My particular companion at this time was a young guy from Chile. We lived in a little two level home made of cinder blocks and cement just on the outskirts of a small town near Guayaquil. We lived on the lower level. My companion had lived in this home for a couple of months before I moved in, and at this time, I had moved in 2 months prior. .

One morning as we were studying, we heard what sounded like footsteps running across the floor of the second level, right above our heads. We looked at each other and instantly dismissed the idea of mice or rats because the footsteps were so loud and hard, they could not have possible been from a small rodent or animal. The footsteps ran from one end of the floor to the other. Because he had lived there longer than I had, I asked him if he knew what was on the second level. He told me that he had never even been up there and as far as he knew, we were the only ones in the house. It was an eerie experience to hear the footsteps, but we didn’t trouble ourselves anymore on the issue, and we went about our regular missionary schedule.

Roughly a week later, as we were again studying, we heard the same thing above our heads. This got us really interested in finding out what was on the second level, so we decided to investigate. We found that there were only two ways to get up to that level. One way was through our room. There was a door that sat right next to the front of my bed; however, this door had 8 or 9 locks that ran up and down the door as if someone bolted that door shut with the intention that it would never be opened again. I didn’t think much about the door until we heard the footsteps, but I remember thinking it was a bit spooky. The other way to the second level was through the kitchen. There was a large black steel door that opened up to a spiral-type staircase and led right up to the second level. It seemed as if this door had not been opened in years; we had to pry it open using our strength and a couple of tough kitchen utensils. We were able to get the black door open and ended up ascending the staircase. The only light source we had were candles, so we had a couple of lit candles to give us the necessary light. When we got to the second level, and to our astonishment, there were a lot of pictures of little children. These pictures, some actual and some drawings, were positioned in a circle around what seemed to be burnt candles. There were no drawings on the floor, just burnt candles and melted wax everywhere. We thought it was a little creepy and we had that feeling that encouraged us to leave it alone and not worry about it, so we left after looking around a little and again went back to our regular schedule.

A couple days later we were just getting back from a day of service and we both decided to hit the hay a little earlier than normal. As I mentioned before, there was a wooden door next to the head of my bed with 8 or 9 locks on it. As I was laying there on the bed just relaxing and staring out my window, I heard three VERY loud and distinguishing knocks that came from the other side of the door. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Instinct kicked in and I threw the sheets over my head, scared out of my mind because I knew that there was only one other way to get to the staircase that led upstairs and that was in the kitchen. I yelled at my companion, who was in his bed at the other end of the room, but he was asleep and would not wake up. I yelled at my compainion again, praying for help, but he couldn't hear me. 

I must have passed out eventually because the next thing I remember was waking up at exactly 3:00 am. I pulled my head out of the covers to look around and see if anything was unusual, but there was just a storm outside and a lot of lightning.

The next morning, we got up for companionship study, and I relayed the story of what happened to me that night. I told him about the knocks and waking up at 3. As I was in the middle of telling him, he looked at me strangely and asked, “What is that on your face?” I felt around my face but could only feel a little burning when my hand went over three bumps on my face.. I darted to the bathroom mirror and to my horror, I had three very long scratches on the right side of my face that ran from the top of my forehead to the bottom of my chin. They were very red long distinguishable scratches. I sat there staring at them, thinking of any possible explanation as to why they were there and why three. I kept thinking about the three knocks and waking up at 3:00 am and now three scratches...