I grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere Eastern Washington. Not the lush forest and raining all the time washington. Dry, dusty, hills on fire every summer, racist, small town Washington. I’m not going to use real names for Towns but if anyone reading this is from eastern washington you’ll probably know where I’m talking about. The town I grew up in had only two bars in it, a post office, gas station, convenient store and two schools. Elementary and the high school\middle School was further down the road. Since there weren’t a lot of kids, the middle school and high school kids were all in the same building. Like I said small town. This story though takes place in the neighbouring town 15 minutes or so down the road when I was 15 years old.
My best friend Nathen lived in town right in the middle of the university in some of the lower income apartments. These apartments weren’t that bad for being low income like other places. They were nicely kept up and not to many druggies around that area but a lot in the surrounding. I prefered hanging out at his apartments and around the university than my shabby falling apart trailer residing in the middle of methsville. Nathen and I have known each other since kindergarden and have been best friends since the very first day. We ended up both getting in trouble for writing on the walls so we got put into chairs facing the wall together and we had gotten into trouble together ever since. We went to the same school for the first couple years after he moved up here from Alabama. Eventually his parents divorced in 3rd grade him, his two sisters, and their mother moved out to the next town over, so he had to go to school out there. We could never just not be best friends for life. So we kept in touch with phone calls, emails and little letters telling each other about our days at school and how much we hated our teachers and stuck up peers and school, work we were proud of. We even got to hangout at each others houses for entire weekends every weekend. I had just turned 15 in December when I had to deal with my bio mother dieing of a drug overdose. Both of my parents were heavy drug users and my father is still to this day a drug dealer. I have a lot of horror stories growing up because of this but those are for another time. A couple months after my mother died my father went to jail for a bit. I don’t remember how long but it was a couple months. He was in and out of jail a lot throughout my entire life, When he came out he was different, he was worse than before. He’d always been the devil himself to me but somehow he had became even worse.
Months later right before summer started my bio father kicked me out because I had told someone something that had happened to me. Again another story for another time. 15 and on my own I was couch sufering for awhile (I did end up finding a forever home) around my shitty tiny town just trying to finish out that year of school before summer hit. I felt like once summer hit and I had more free time I would be able to figure out what I would do about everything then. This was the early days of facebook and not everyone had a phone in their pocket so just like any normal kid in those days, the library is where I spent most of my days. We had an hour time limit on Billy. One of the names of the computers available for public use at the library. Slow as all hell and loud as shit I would scroll through facebook seeing if any of my friends were on to see if I could crash with them and their family for a couple of days. Nathen was the only one that was on and he was also the only one that had messaged me. His mother was gonna be gone for a couple of days for something or another and his sister’s were staying at their father’s house. Nathen and his father were never on good terms so he didn’t go over there to visit as much as his sisters. He was going to be home alone for almost a week and his mother agreed on me staying with him while everyone was gone. She just wasn’t able to come get me and the people I was staying with didn’t have the time or means to transport me into the next town. We agreed to walk down the trail that connects the towns, meet up in the middle and walk back together smoking cigarettes his mother had gotten him and weed we had obtained. ( we were considered the bad kids in town. We got into a lot of shit together. We had shitty lives and should’ve died many times but boy did we have fun.)
My story starts with me and my family visiting my aunt’s cousin. It was a beautiful morning and I was in a good mood. My mom told we were visiting some relatives and when I asked who it was she told me it was my aunt’s cousin.
I wasn’t really excited since I didn’t really think there was gonna be much to the visit besides I had a terrible feeling about it , it was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on I didn’t put much thought either so I just agreed. My aunt’s cousin was married and had a daughter. They lived very far from where we live, we live in Addis Ababa,Ethiopia and they lived in Oromia it was also in Ethiopia but it was very far.
Anyway, we left our house early and got a cab. It was a very frustrating trip.We were all tired especially me as I don’t do too well in long drives. When we finally got there we had to search for the house and that just added to my frustration. We finally found it and went in. Her cousin lets just call him Leo. Leo welcomed us and invited us into the living room. As you can imagine we all rushed to sit down.
This all started around 2 or 3 years ago if I can remember correctly, my family and I moved to a small neighborhood in Tucson, Arizona, our house was a rented one. Connected with another house, but thankfully divided by a wall, we had at least four dogs during this time before we ended up with seven as we care for dogs a lot than we do ourselves sometimes. Living in this small house of ours that was a two bedroom and one bathroom with a large backyard, we didn’t have much furniture during this time as a few months before we moved, my mom was accused seeing another man as my step dad didn’t wanted to see her nor my sister and I, but they always work things out and I know my own mother would never cheat on my step dad as he is a good man whom I consider as a real father to me as I gotten older.
I was attacked by an angel… well maybe not but it was definitely mimicking one… anyway it was during a ritual one afternoon were I was doing work on my chakra’s and I heard the weirdest thing… chimes… and yet there were none around but they were so incredibly clear as if they were just besides my head, so i continue and it happens again and again I look around to see nothing… then I hear a a high pitch squeal quickly racing up to me and my head explodes as if someone had struck a giant gong in my head… it was…disorienting, it was aimed directly at my 6th chakra… the chimes rang again but the second attack was substantially less powerful and felt more like a dull slap rather then an explosion, I still get this dull slaps every now and again, one of the more recent one’s almost ended in a possession, I heard the dull tone strike my aura and my eyes felt heavy, I started to fall into a deep trance rapidly but I pulled myself out of it and forced the entity out.
A few years ago, my family took a short holiday to a city we’d never visited before in Asia.
I have two sisters, and the youngest one has always been a little distant and timid. At the time of this story, she was about 7 years old. On the first day of our holiday, we visited several shops selling handcrafted souvenirs including small toys, keychains and jewellery, which had been made by the local indigenous people. I wasn’t feeling very well, so I stayed outside at most of the shops we visited.
At one of the last shops we visited, my youngest sister exited after a long time spent browsing inside, and told my parents she’d seen something she wanted very badly. She described it to be a ‘cute’ snake toy that was made out of wood.
My dad doesn’t like spending money on unnecessary items, so he dragged her away from the shop after much persuasion and a weak promise that he’d buy it for her before we went home. For the rest of the week-long holiday, my sister would not stop talking about this wooden snake toy. Day and night, she reminded us of how ‘cute’ it looked and how my dad had said he’d buy it for her. It drove us crazy and my parents finally gave in and agreed to purchase it, thinking that it was just one of those little kid whims.
The Wisconsin autumn day was coming to a close, the sun starting to set as Grandma Steele drove my mom, Aunt Katie, and myself home from a day at my Uncle Roy’s in Shoto. This had been one of the more peaceful moments with my family, in fact I remember laughing as my mom and Grandma Steele told stories from when they were young.
The story topic had eventually turned to the paranormal, from the tale of the ghost hitchhiker to the ghostly bride that I had encountered myself a couple years prior. Everything was fine until after we passed this old cemetery, that was when something that scares me to this day happened.
My mom looked out the window at the passing trees for a bit, then turned to us and said, “Damn that sun is bright.” Those were the last words she spoke before suddenly going limp. In a panic, grandma pulled over and put on the emergency lights of the van and unbuckled her seatbelt. At first she and my aunt thought it was something with my mom’s blood sugar; maybe it had tanked or something like that since she was struggling with her diabetes at the time. I wish that had been the case; I really do since that I could deal with.
Let me start out by giving you a little back story to this particular situation. It was a humid summer night in June of 08′ or 09′ around 2 am, I am a paramedic in a very, very rural area. We have a population of about 22,000 and 500 square miles, the service I work for covered all 911 calls during this time. I had been a paramedic for about two years, prior to that I had been an EMT for three. The majority of the calls we received were either shortness of breath, due to 50% of the community being retired coal mine workers with some form of COPD or emphysema to coal dust and the rest being drug seeking individuals with the occasional shooting/stabbing/car accident.
That particular night I was dispatched to a call of a female patient who was hearing voices and seeing things that was not there according to her spouse. Around this time is when bath salts and all of the synthetic medications exploded and people were overdosing quite frequently. In my mind I knew this was what was going on before I even left my station, looking back now I honestly wished it was that. When I was given the address I was kinda shocked, it wasn’t in the usual slums that we pick up overdoses. It was in a part of the county that was know to have very nice homes of working class people. Upon arriving to the persons home it reassured my thought, it was a well kept two story brick home. When I knocked on the door and announced my usually greeting “EMS (Emergency Medical Services), did someone call for an ambulance?” I was met by a 40ish year old man, I did not need to ask where the patient was. From across the room sat a female around the same age just starring at us with an empty stare. It sent chills down my both my partner and my spine. The type of stare I have never witnessed again, just empty. I introduced myself and my partner, and asked her name. Her eyes moved from my partner and looked me dead in the eyes and with a voice that should not of came from a 130lb female said “you are too late Joshua, they are already here.” I asked her who was here, she was still starring me directly in the eyes and had not blinked and said “can’t you feel us around you?”
At this time I had already decided I wanted the hell out of this home, all I could feel was heaviness that made me very uneasy. She had no medical history or took any medications according to her husband and was a very healthy looking individual. I refrained from asking any questions and just walked her outside as quickly as possible towards my ambulance, during this time she is muttering to herself and whipping her head from side to side as if someone were speaking into her ears. I’m not a religious person at all but this made me wonder if I was the right person to be taking care of this patient and not a priest. I loaded her into my ambulance, and began my normal assessment, she hadn’t looked at me but was just shifting her eyes left and right never looking at anything for more than two seconds. I took her vital signs, applied a cardiac monitor and told her I intended on starting an I.V. on her, she suddenly starred at me once again and smiled with a malicious grin and said “do what you please, boy.” I’ve never in my life felt so weirded out by a 130lb female, it was like looking into the eyes of evil. After starting my IV I sat behind her and began the ten minute transport to the hospital, all while I couldn’t wait to get this thing out of my ambulance. All of a sudden five minutes into transport she began chuckling in a low, deep voice that turned my blood cold. I moved back over in front of her and asked if everything was okay, I was met with the same malicious grin and silence. She wouldn’t speak, and didn’t for the remainder of thr trip. About two minutes out I called the local ER and informed them I was coming with a very unique patient.
So this story takes place about 2 years ago during spring break. Me and my best friend Nicki went to her parents condo in Florida for spring break. It probably wasn’t the safest thing to begin with considering we were two 18 year old pretty girls hundreds of miles from home all by ourselves, but being young you consider yourself invincible.
Our first night we just got settled in and got used to the place so nothing unusual happened then. The next night though we went to the resort hot tub at around 11 and met some people our age and invited them over to have a small party (bad idea). Anyway the party goes by with the usual college student debauchery and I decide I’m ready to go to bed and leave Nicki to get everyone out. Well at around 6am I wake up to her standing over my bed staring at me.
And it was the kind of staring that was more “watching you sleep” than “trying to wake you up” I started saying her name trying to wake her up or jar her out of whatever trance she was in to no avail. It wasn’t till after what felt like hours but was probably just a minute that she turned and slowly walked out of my room across the hall to hers. After I fell back asleep and woke up to daylight I walked outside and assessed the damage only to find the ouija board that I had brought as a joke out on the coffee table and everyone else was gone.