My friend is possessed

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I'm Odessa. I'm 22 from New Hampshire. This experience happened about a month ago, which I label the most scariest and bizarre encounter of my life, and I don't exactly feel comfortable with sharing this experience with others since there are those out there who are close-minded to these types of things. This is why i'm using this site as place to share my experience. I was always open to the belief of spirits, but the ideas of demons and possession always seemed a bit far-fetched to me. That seemed like the kind of thing you only see in the movies. Well, after this one long night, I look at things from a whole new perspective.

Under a year ago I became friends with Robyn and Dan. They're a nice couple. A bit shy and an awkward at times but whenever I need someone to talk to or a place to go; they're there for me. They had recently took in a new roommate whom they have known for years, Cody. Cody wasn't getting along with his family, so they took him in. When I had slept over, I slept in the same room as him. He sleeps on the floor on a giant mattress, and I sleep on the futon which is almost next to it, but there's a table between us. Robyn and Dan sleep in their own room which is out by the kitchen.

The first two nights I slept over, I woke up during the night to hear Cody "sleep whispering". It was the eeriest thing. Most of it sounded gibberish or almost like a whole other language. I didn't think much of it other than it was just strange sounding sleep talk. Although, I had never exactly experienced anyone sound like that before. The second time I experienced it, the next morning I did mention it to him that he makes a lot of sounds in his sleep, and he just said "Oh really?", and brushed it off.

The third night I spent there was the LAST night spent with him. This time, a friend of mine was over, Kat. Robyn and Dan decided to go to bed early. Kat, Cody, and I stayed up for a little bit and then all decided to crash on that giant mattress that he usually sleeps on. I slept on my side facing away from them. Kat was sleeping in the middle. Throughout the night I kept hearing the strangest noises. It was occasionally throat clearing sounds, slight grunts, and slight movement. It took me a second to realize, it was Cody's "sleep talk" that was going on, again. Before I had realized that, I thought that maybe both Kat and Cody were awake "messing around" next to me. (Which would have been really awkward). Slightly unsure, I braved myself and rolled over to see Kat sleeping. I poked her and she woke up, and we started discussing the noises coming from Cody next to us. I started giggling in relief when I mentioned that I had thought they were potentially "messing around". I realized the more I talked and giggled, the louder the noises were getting from Cody. The "sleep whispering" started up again. Now, finding the whole aspect of sleep talkers amusing, we came up with the idea of trying to talk to him to see if he would talk back to us in is sleeping state. Biggest mistake ever.

This is where it all goes downhill. So, Kat and I were trying to come up with things to say or ask. At first, she started asking him random questions, silly things like "Hey Cody, did you run out of hot dogs?". Each time, he twitched a little bit and whispered a little more gibberish sounds. He was reacting to her voice. It started to sound creepy, but still full of innocent laughs of finding it amusing, I said "Wow. He sounds like a demon. Kat, you should ask him if he's a demon". The second I ended that sentence, the room went cold instantly. I can't even begin to explain the dark heavy cold feeling that filled the room. Cody sat straight up out of bed, his eyes rolled back up into his head and he started gagging and then snarling. Kat and I, in such a stunned state, ran straight into the bathroom and locked the door. The fear inside me, didn't even sink in yet.

I wasn't exactly scared yet, just shocked and confused. I kept asking "What just happened?". Cody's 'sleep whispering' started to turn into actual 'sleep talking'. The bathroom is across the room, so I couldn't hear everything that was being said or all of the noises coming from him. But the voice I did hear, didn't even sound like his; but it was clearly coming from him. It was very deep. It was like there were two different voices talking back and forth in gibberish/another language with occasionally english. I kept hearing him say "They are still in there."

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