My Demonic Awakening

Allow me to start with this, my spirit name given is Zakarias Redwulf. I’ve been obsessed with this name since I could speak. I am what is considered to be spiritually sensitive whenever it comes to sensing and interacting with anything otherworldly, sometimes even animals. The story takes place when I was in 10th grade, but let me give some backstory. When I was 2 years old, I slept in the same room as my older brother. It’s crazy that I even remember this, but I was having trouble sleeping. Eventually I lulled off and started dreaming. In my dream, I was on the moon running, jumping, and flying in the freedom of no gravity. Out of nowhere, I’m grabbed by the back of the neck and I feel claws and fiery breath on my neck. It was excruciating. I was turned around and faced with a demon. Demons are much more terrifying than anything the media or basic art can ever construct. It told me that “My reign was over…” after which he threw me, with great force, towards the earth. As I was about to collide with the ground, I awoke to the bedroom’s ceiling fan directly in front of my face. I screamed as loud as I could waking up my parents and brother. My brother saw me floating, screamed, and saw me fall 10 feet from the ceiling to the bed. He has since forgotten about this, so did our parents. Fast forwarding through life, I started only having hyper realistic dreams when I was 5 years old to the point that all my senses were active in the dreams, including pain receptors. I had a recurring dream about a war with angels and demons together against who I will simply call “the dark ones”. This dream happened up until I met my best friend and spirit brother. I’ll call him J. After we met, we talked constantly about how we’re would have the exact same dreams if not similar. More than that though, we talked about our physical experiences with these entities. Now, on to the 10th grade! I was sitting at home in my room at my laptop. I was working on a school assignment when I heard a deep growl. Now me being an oblivious fat kid, I just wrote it off as my stomach giving me crap for not feeding it. Then the lights shut down and I heard a cackle like, deep, demented, distorted laugh. Right after, my lights went off and on 3 times. My ankle started to burn. I looked down and saw my ankle had a “hand” print around it, but it wasn’t human like. It had 3 fingers total and had claws. I was then thrown from my chair at my desk to my bedroom door over 8 feet away through the air. Now me being the tough 10th grader I was, i did the manliest thing i could. I ran screaming for my mommy. I got down the stairs and i was crying my eyes out. I felt that same heat from when i was 2 and i looked up into the livingroom window’s reflection, and saw a demon easily 10 feet tall and he roared. I screamed and cried harder beginning for my mother’s embrace. My mom came out from her room and frantically grabbed me and held me. She asked what was wrong and I showed her my leg. She was scared, there was a perfect imprint of the hand. She held me tighter. She looked up and I could tell she looked into the window. I felt her go cold and shake uncontrollably. I asked what was wrong, she said to not worry about it and that god would protect us, especially me. That left me with more chills than anything. Take my advice, never affiliate yourself with demons, can’t kill them unless you use a blessed weapon. This was my day of awakening.

Wandering Alone

I was born and raised in Alaska, lived there for 21 years. My family and I took a trip up to our cabin in Central as it was my last chance to enjoy nature before I left to join the Navy.

It was a nice and quiet location; secluded and no cell service, the perfect get away. We took a ride one day with our ATVs up to our favorite hiking location and stopped at a few of the abandoned miner’s houses along the way.

One of these stops we took an exceptionally long time to look around and show some of my family members the nearby rusting equipment.

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Werewolf in the Woods

It was a sunny day.. Me and my friend were hanging in the park.. The park was nice and we would spend most of our time there.. We would love to play at that park.. We are a strange group.. We would like to roleplay.. Play action games outside ..

And alot of violence ..

We would get rough sometimes but we would take it..We always were curious why there was a bunker like house in the building.. It was right next to the park in the forest.. It had a metal door and glass windows with metal wires in them..

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Possible Werewolf/Dog Person?

I only wanted to post this because I don’t exactly know what I had experienced. Although I didn’t see it, this was all based off of hearing things.

Okay, so I would always go to my grandpa’s house. He has pretty big woods in his backyard, so we would always hear coyotes. It was calming at first. Until my stupid self decided to go into the woods one evening.
I went to the pathway of the woods, I felt very unnerved for once while I was just standing there.

Then, I started to hear something. It kind of sounded like walking. Since they were a large bit of woods, I just thought someone was walking. But the odd thing was that the footsteps were coming towards me. I was looking everywhere to find whatever it was! But it somehow hid itself very well.

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