What had happened was that I was a camp counsellor at a camp in the 'Devil's Backbone' in central Texas. After walking back to my tent that evening of a small party, I felt an impending doom that was very strong, and upon climbing onto the cot I immediately felt as though I was pinned down and someone was restraining me. With that, I started to feel strange, along the lines of visual and audio distress. I could see an indiscernible face shifting and moving with some kind of whispering, demented voice with it.  This somehow caused slight physical pain in my body.

When the spirit took control of my body I started to seize, going between muttering curses similar to the spirit and my trying to rid it of me. To add to the authenticity, the flashlights and C.D. player in the tent were acting up like there was some kind of electrical problems, when there was none really because I was in a tent. It took almost 5 minutes of it muttering and me almost screaming for it to get out that the episode finally ended.

Only one person there seemed to see what was really happening, while the medic and my tent mate thought that I was just having some kind of panic attack. Since then, a remnant of that spirit allowed me to experience some kind of 6th sense ability.