I used to be a Jehovah’s Witness as a kid. That thing where they go around knocking on doors to preach to you, I was doing that with my mom and a few others. We walked up this slanted driveway with trees around each side, they couldn’t see my mom and I from the street in the car.
We knocked on the door, everything very normal. The man answered the door, still seems normal. Except this time I got hit by something I couldn’t see. My ears started ringing and buzzing like crazy, it felt like a helmet had been put on, my body was screaming at me to leave. The man listened to my mom’s intro, then said he was interested in hearing more, and invited us in like some do.
All those things got so much stronger. The air felt like it got dense to keep me from moving. My mom looked at me and she said I looked off. Pale and distant. She told him that I seemed to be ill and that we should just leave. As soon as we stepped onto the ground in view of the car, I was completely fine. My mom decided to take me home anyway, we lived 2 blocks away, luckily….
Few days later we read in the paper about how that man was arrested for rape and murder of a few women, I think one of them was as young as 16( so a kid). I was 12 at the time.
My mom, dutiful witness she was at the time, was convinced the angels stepped in to protect us like we had heard stories of happening to others in the religion. That Jehovah used them to make me feel off to keep us safe.