Never did I wanna be here again

Since Halloween is a few days away, and I have posted exactly ZERO historical events, I will now start to post some of the real life scary stuff that plagued me when I was younger… I have 3 solid events, one lasting over several days. Now I know 3 events does not make a plague, but what you need to understand is that what ever started these events had been living in my peripheral vision for several years after. I would see things skirt my vision, I would hear my name called out, things would move on their own. Nothing more than that, it just seemed it wanted to bug me, tease me kind of thing. I only had one minor scratch appear, but it was on my eyelid so I still have the scar from it… some 20 years later and I still have the scar, go figure.

Well this is that story, where I got the scar. There were some events leading up to this, one of my friends had thought they had become obsessed, like in the current movie Paranormal Activity, good movie btw. Well I was a joiner then so we and one other friend started trying to figure out how to get rid of this thing. We did research in libraries, we asked priests and ministers. We called, talk or wrote anyone we thought could help us remove this thing. We got very few answers back. We had just enough information to make us think we new what to do, but nothing set in stone.

This was long before I found God. I was a drift in the spiritual sea of guesstimation… meaning I thought I knew what I believed in. Again I had no clue.

Well on thing lead to another, and we ran into a preacher from a local church, funny enough it was to be the church that I was saved in years later. Well he said he could pray over my friend and have the demon move on… We jumped at the chance. We all started praying… this went on for just a few minutes before my friend had gone pail, and started to sweat. Now my other friend said she had gotten cold as well, me I felt a little warmer than I had when I came in. Well looking back I think we just pissed it off, as what happened to me that night is what my post is about:

That night I was heading to bed, I was the last one up in the house. As I climbed the stairs some one tapped my front door. The front door was at the base of the steps, Well I turn, go down the steps and open the door… nothing… nothing at all. I figure I imagined it, so I turned and went to bed. Now the Head of my bed was directly under my window, my window was always open unless it was raining. So I lay back close my eyes and heard some one call my name. Now this was not a big deal as many people would do just that to wake me up if they needed me. So I look down into the alley and no one is there. I call out, “What?” No response… I look some more and nothing. Ok I started to feel kind of weird but ok, just hearing things… As I close the blinds I heard wings flapping, not normal wing mind you, not like bird wings, but more like bat wings, very kind of leathery slapping together sounding. And not huge wings either fast beating wings, but I had never heard them there before. Well I get a bit up tight, and go wash my face in the bathroom.

I get back into bed, and start to drift off to sleep. I was having one of those twilight dreams; you know the thoughts as you are drifting in sleep, the ones that are almost dreams? Yeah I was floating… floating above a huge dark pit…. Just floating… it was then this really gross looking butterfly, I mean it looked like an oozy scab, landed on my nose, in the dream that is. It woke me up and I opened my eyes and I was close enough to the ceiling to brush my nose on it… I mean I got an up close look at the popcorn of the ceiling, and next thing I knew I fell back down onto my bed. I mean I fell 4’or 5’ feet back onto the bed. It sent me so hard back down that I cracked on of the supports for the box springs. Well my heart is beating now faster than it had in a long time. I sat up and looked to my closed door, this is when I saw the figure walk into the wall that made up my closet. I could make out the face and a few more details before it was gone, but it had only been there for a few seconds. I turned on my light and looked all over my room, in the hall, in my closet and found no one. I found nothing but a little bit of ceiling popcorn on my bed, that was it. I turned on my TV and started watching whatever the hell was on.

I did eventually fall back to sleep that night, but I fell asleep with the lights and TV on. Four strange things happened the next morning that cemented the even in my mind.

When I first opened my eyes I realized I could one open one, the other was kind of soar. When I looked at it in the mirror I saw I had a scratch on my eye lid and that it had become infected. Now I have never had an infection come on that red and swollen that fast. I looked like a bee had stung me, but I did not feel it last night, but my eye was swollen shut.

Lights and TV were off… I know I had left them on, and I do not sleep walk. But both the over head and the lamp were off as well as the TV. I have no proof of either of these but I know I left them on.

The last thing happened a few hours after I was awake, my sister started yelling at me about how load it was when I jumped into bed, she said it scared her really bad… yeah.

So there it is event #1. Believe it or don’t, doesn’t matter to me.