Sun, Sea and Sacrifice

Penelope Hopwood currently lives in Putney, London, but spent most of her life living in East Africa (Uganda, Kenya and Ethiopia).  She has also investigated life in New York and Baltimore over in the United States.  Penny has experience in many things, including selling real estate, running a gay club (although not gay herself, she worked as the token female necessary to front the night club) and has also run a successful catering business.  Her extensive travels have also taken her to the sunny island of Cyprus which is where her following experience took place:

“This is what happened to me whilst living in Limassol some 15 years ago now.

I woke up at exactly ten minutes to four one June morning – I know that was the time because I switched on the light to take a look at my clock before turning out the light and lying back down.  All the while, I was very aware of some other presence in the room and soon I became absolutely terrified.  A noise rather like the beating of a tom-tom drum started and it became louder and louder.  Although the room was dark, I could actually make out something (or someone) at the bottom of my bed, but I was completely paralysed.  I was unable to even utter a word, although in my head I was screaming ‘Go away, go away!‘ at the top of my voice.  This carried on for what felt like a lifetime and then suddenly it stopped. Eventually, I managed to turn on the light again and the time was now dead on four o’clock.  Needless to say, I was unable to go back to sleep.

At around 9am that morning, I phoned a friend to tell her of my experience.  I got through without a problem, but the moment I began my story the line went dead.  This happened three times.  Later on in the day, the same friend called round to see me.  She was convinced the presence was that of a Red Indian, but was puzzled because such ‘spirits’ are generally considered to be good, but my encounter was definitely very evil.  In retrospect, I remember when I first awoke that I was lying on my back in a sacrificial position, with arms and legs stretched out to the side. If indeed the ‘presence’ was evil, then somehow I had managed to ward it off and it never returned.

A few years ago, I attended a seminar about spirits, out-of-body experiences and such like.  I was asked if I had ever encountered anything of this nature…so, I told my story.  I shall never forget the look on the face of a young man who was also attending the seminar.

“Where did you say this happened?” he asked.

“Limassol,” I told him.  His face turned ashen.  He told me that he was from Limassol and that the year before he had had an almost identical experience.”

Nicola

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