This is just one of the many stories I have had in my old child hood home but needless to say it was one of the worst.
Ever since I was born we had lived in this old house on the outskirts of my little village, near this area I had plenty of incounters with skinwalkers and other worldly things but you would think atleast you would be safe in your own home right?…. wrong.
Ever since I was a kid me and my family would have plenty of weard things happen you o us, such as finding the car keys in the basement even tho my dad left them in the kitchen, or the house land line phones randomly ring and when we picked up no one would answer back, you would think oh that’s probably just prank callers and clumsy behaviour but the thing is, no one and I mean no one ever goes in the basement and why would someone prank call pur house over 5 times a week, just to weard.
Anyways this little story happend when I was around 8 years old my parents went on a little “no kids holiday” and hired a babysitter to look after us, they soon packed up for a three day little “business” trip and headed off kisses me my younger sister and my older brother goodbye.
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A while back I posted a story called Demonic Oppression. This is
basically a continuance of that story.
Ever since I can remember I have been plagued by the
paranormal. Unfortunately, much of that has been demonic in nature. I
won’t go into too much detail here as I have already written about some
of it in an early post.
I am a very vivid dreamer. My dreams are more horrific than any
Hollywood horror film! This particular dream played out much like a
movie. In the dream I was forced to watch a powerful demon attack a
gay couple and was powerless to stop it. Here is that dream.
The monster that now lurked outside John and Jeremy’s bedroom and it only had one thing on its mind as it quietly and swiftly slipped inside of their peaceful loves nest. The creature slithered its way across the carpet sniffing at the air as if it were on the hunt for prey. The demon could smell the scent of John and Jeremy’s love making from earlier. It was a smell the demon loved because it wreaked of sin. It was going to thoroughly enjoy killing these two.
As it approached Jeremy’s side of the bed, the furthest part of the room the demon spider walked its way up the wall and on to the ceiling. Sinking its sharp talons into the ceiling the monster hovered above the two men as they slept. The creature began to turn its head completely around allowing a deep low growl to escape its throat waking both men. Jeremy bolted straight up in bed, his heart pounding and his eyes searching the darkness.
“John did you hear that?” Jeremy whispered nudging his partner. John’s whole body shivered with fear.
“I did, what the hell was that?” John whispered back; he too sat up in bed. Both men looked at each other and then around the room. They couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary but they knew there was something in that room with them and whatever it was wasn’t friendly. The demon hanging just overhead could hear both men’s hearts pounding in their ribcages. It loved the sound and scent of fear, and the boys were full of it. Jeremy tried to steady his shaking hand as he slowly reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. He was shaking so badly he nearly knocked the damn thing off the table. His fingers eventually found the switch and Jeremy was finally able to illuminate the room. That is when the demon descended landing at the foot of the bed on its haunches. The creatures head began trashing to and fro laughing and growling simultaneously.
“Jesus Christ!” John shouted jumping out of bed towards the door. The demon lunged into the air at him knocking him to the ground.
“Where are you going Johnny boy?” Did you really think you were going to get away from me?” the demon laughed mocking him.
Petrified with fear Jeremy could only watch in horror as the demon began to rip his lover to pieces. Blood sprayed everywhere, showering the room in crimson droplets. Gurgling and slurping the creature’s giant mouth gulped down every bit of flesh its razor sharp teeth tore from John’s body. John’s helpless screams echoed through the house piercing the night air.
The demon ripped, shredded, and yanked John’s body apart spraying even more blood about the room and drenching his lover Jeremy who was still sitting on the bed frozen in fear. The demon’s snake like tongue flailed through the air licking and lapping at the blood as it dripped off the walls and ceiling. Having consumed all, it wanted from John the demon turned its attention to Jeremy who still unable to move was praying quietly.
Jeremy was still crying and praying for all he was worth as the demon slithered its way over to him.
“Pray Jeremy, pray hard to your useless God,” the demon roared. Don’t you know your prayers fall on deaf ears, God doesn’t care; you are nothing to him!” the demon snarled as it inched its way closer. The demon was now in his face laughing at him. Its tongue once again slithered from its oversized mouth licking the tears from Jeremy’s face. Then without warning the demon shoved its reptilian tongue down Jeremy’s throat.
“Taste your lover’s flesh, see how sweet he tastes,” the creature laughed. It was all Jeremy could do to breathe with the demon’s tongue shoved down his throat chocking him.
“What’s the matter Jeremy? Have you forgotten how to deep throat?” the demon laughed continued with his verbal assault. Having played with his prey long enough the demon removed its tongue and opened its jaws. Jeremy screamed out in horror as he saw the rows of razor sharp teeth reveal themselves again. Closing his Jeremy cried “You can kill me but you will never have my soul!” Those were Jeremy’s last words before the demon tore him to shreds.
I’m currently pregnant with my first child; a boy that I’m very thankful for, but the way he was conceived into this world and the things I’ve felt while pregnant with him have been anything but normal. At the end of April, this year. I went into septic shock due to untreated sepsis and was admitted to the hospital just before it was too late. I also had high blood pressure, kidney failure, and was completely delusional.
During my week-long stay, I was constantly in and out of sleep, waking from nightmares, touches from nurses who weren’t there when I opened my eyes, even whispers. One night, I was startled awake to a loud gunshot and screaming, only to find pindrop silence. It had to be one of the longest weeks of my life.
When May finally came, I was released on the second. All tests they had taken came back negative, unable to determine the cause of sepsis. My fiancé, Allen and I decided to visit with my sister and her husband, as they lived a few hours away. We were only there for a few days, and the day we drove back, it was pouring rain. We crashed into a state trooped who had someone pulled over on a curb. We lost our car to damages and had to pay a lot of money that we didn’t have.
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I was between the ages of 3 and 8 when most of these incidents occurred. At the time these events took place, I was living in one of those “Mobile Home” parks where the houses can be driven somewhere by a semi, but otherwise are stable. I lived with my parents and my two older brothers. As a bit of background, it might be important to note that as a child I was afraid of nearly everything.
The first memory I have of my early childhood was in our first house when I was about 3. My mother had woken me very early because we were going camping that day, and I was standing in the doorway to my room. Across the hall was the room my brothers shared, with bunk-beds visible from my door. As I was standing there, sleepy eyed, I remember looking across the hall to see the ghostly figure of a skeleton standing in my brothers room.
Every other incident I remember took place in our second home, in the same lot and same neighborhood as the first home. The most notable occurrence of my childhood, would be the dreadful nightmares I experienced every night of my life up until I was 5 years old.
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I’ve always considered myself very sensitive to the paranormal. When I discovered about the Ouija Board, I was 10 and very interested in how it works. I bought it from a toy store and googled how to use it. Then I discovered all the demonic encounters people have had using the ouija board. When I read them, I decided to never use it or open it. The ouija board would sit in the downstairs pantry for years collecting dust, never to be used.
Years later I was a senior in high school. I was the typical depressed teenager, trying to make everyone happy while thinking the usual “nobody will ever know how much I’m hurting inside” nonsense. I had this one friend, whom I’ll call Rachel. Rachel and I have had a rocky one sided friendship. My ex boyfriend (who I really could see myself with in the future at the time) left me for her. And the two of them began dating for two years. My parents would always tell me she was a very flaky friend, but she was the only one who would actually pay attention in school so I kept brushing my parents comments aside and we would hang out at lot during the weekend.
One time my parents were out and Rachel was spending the night. We got hungry and looked for something to eat. As we opened the pantry she discovered the old ouija board. Her eyes instantly lit up and told me “let’s use it!” I instantly told her no, telling her how dangerous ouija boards could be. Rachel has always been a skeptic, despite me telling her my various paranormal encounters as a child.
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We all know that our dreams can be unpredictable at times. Even with some practice you may even be able to control them, but sadly I’m not one of those people. I’m just a viewer of the sometimes completely insane dream sequences I have, and even worse; a victim to a horrifying stalker that lives in my dreams. All of this is 100% real, and it will never stop.
It all started when I was an innocent nine year old boy, living in a suburban neighborhood with a forest behind me. I lived in a two story house at the time and me and my brother’s rooms were on the second story. One knight when I went to bed, I strangely woke up again at some unknown time at night. I shrugged and got out of bed to relive myself in the bathroom, but I didn’t hear my mom tell me to go back to bed. back then she had a late night shift working at home. I should have heard her at least typing away at her computer, but I didn’t hear that either. I was starting to get scared, but I returned to my room and locked the door closed. Then my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when I saw what time it was. 8:35pm, the exact time I fell asleep.
“What the heck?” I said out loud. I did this because I felt the need to break the bone chilling silence, but then He responded.
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