So, Thursday night - it was a very windy night, and had an eerie edge to it - Tanner was driving back from my house, after dropping me off. The next words are his own:
"I came over the top of a hill, and on the other side something really big and dark looking kind of appeared in the middle of the road, like ten feet ahead of me.. And I figured it was a deer, but it looked sort of hunched over.. Anyways, I knew I was gonna hit whatever it was. So I just held on tight and tensed up, but I just went right through!! It was like nothing was there, but I saw it! I felt like the blood just drained out of me after that... I don't really know how to describe the feeling I got.."
Now, this was all through text, and I read it on the verge of falling asleep. Well, I can tell you I was wide awake after I read that first part. Tanner thought maybe it was just a dust devil or something, but dust devils don't chill your blood. I knew from experience what would chill a person's blood like that: a demon. Yeah, go ahead; you can laugh and scoff all you like, but demons are no joke. They exist, and I've come into contact with them more than once before. Now, you may be thinking "Oh, if I ever came across one, I could totally handle it, and I wouldn't be scared a bit." Well, I can tell you good luck with that, but no matter how much courage you have, just a demon's presence
alone would be enough to paralyze you with fear, and maybe even cause you to cry like a little girl. Would you like to hear a few instances I've encountered demons and other creepies? If you don't, then stop reading, because this crap is real.
Instance # 1:
Several years ago, when my grandpa still owned his horse barn, my dad and I were staying in one of the trailer houses there, that weekend. We were helping out with chores, and it was a waste of gas to go back home, only to come back the next morning to do chores again. So, we stayed the night. There was a back room with a bed, and that is where I slept, while my dad slept on the couch in the living room. Now, the door to the back room, once it's shut, is really hard to get open again without making a lot of noise, and kicking it a couple of times (it swung inward). Well, it was the middle of the night, and there was just a tiny bit of light seeping through the cracked door in the bathroom. Suddenly, I went from sleeping peacefully to awake and terrified. The room got cold, and I began to sweat in fear. I could see in the dim light that the door to my room was slowly opening, not making a sound. My dad had shut it tight after he had said goodnight to me, but I hadn't heard it open. Just then, something big and dark moved through the door and began coming towards my bed. For a split second I had hope it was the Newfoundland dog, Pike, but then I realized that this thing had no legs, and no head. It was just a mass of darkness.
Shaking like a leaf, I yanked my covers over my head and frantically began to pray "God, please make it go away, God please make it go away," over and over again. A few seconds later, the temperature began to warm again, so I slowly brought the blankets away from my face. The thing was gone. But my door was still open.
Instance # 2 (This occurred over several different days)
Day 1: I was babysitting for a lady in town, and I had all three kids to watch. Since their parents liked me, they said I could invite a few friends over once the kids went to sleep, because the house can get a little eerie alone. Needless to say, I took them up on that. Well, it was around midnight, and my friend said he had to get home, so I walked him to his car across the street. Suddenly, one of the kids began to scream inside the house, bloody murder. I ran as fast as I could back to the house, and found the middle child sitting up in bed, her knees curled into her chest. She was crying hysterically, saying that something wet and cold had been moving around the bottom of her bed and trying to grab her ankles. Quickly, I flipped the blanket up at the very foot of her bed and felt the sheets. It was damp, and cool. Alarmed, I quickly put the blanket back down and instead focused on the little girl. She went on to tell me that she and older brother sometimes heard footsteps that sounded like they were in the walls, and laughter. Other times doors would slam shut without warning. This, I was aware of, for it had happened to me once while I was making lunch for the youngest child, for he was the only one I was babysitting at the time.
Anyway, the little girl and I prayed, asking God to keep her and her two brothers safe, and to not let any more things scare them. Luckily, God answered, and he kept the demons from coming back that night. However, it was not the last night that
I encountered them.
Day 2: It was another late night, so, after I had put the kids to sleep, I had a few friends come over. We sat and talked in the kitchen, and somehow, we got on the subject of the paranormal. My friend Matt is very interested in this type of stuff, while the other two thought we were just making stuff up. That's we encountered the little girl. We never saw her, but Matt and I could feel her. Just by feeling, we were able to describe her. She seemed about three or four years old, with long dark hair, wearing a little sundress with daisies on it. We could somehow sense that she was barefoot, and her knees were dirty as if she had been playing in the dirt. She didn't feel evil, but when people die, their souls either go to Heaven or Hell; they don't do any of this staying behind business. But still, I couldn't help but think she was just a simple little spirit, and she seemed to like me, because she held my hand a lot, and even sat in my lap. Then, I remembered about the demon downstairs. I decided to show Matt. Now, the little girl was too terrified to go down the stairs, it seemed, so she waited at the top with my other two friends while Matt and I went downstairs. Almost immediately, I started feeling a resistance. It felt like I was trying to walk through thick blankets. When we got the bottom, where the youngest child's room was, it was almost unbearable. His room was right next to the boiler room, and when I tried to follow Matt inside, I was literally stopped by an invisible wall. I couldn't breath and I had to back away, but Matt passed through. Almost immediately, he came back out, saying it felt so evil in there, it was hard to breath. I was worried about the youngest boy, so I opened his door and Matt and I stepped inside. To my relief, the evil feeling lessened when we were in the youngest's room, which meant that whatever sort of demon it was, it couldn't get inside the room. So, instead, it just hung around the doorway on the outside. We went back upstairs, and almost immediately, the little girl wrapped her fingers around my hand. It didn't feel like fingers; it felt like cool air had encircled the tips of my fingers.
Matt and I could tell that this little girl was scared of whatever was downstairs, and she tried to follow us when we left, even going as far as to actually get into the car with us. But I told her she had to protect the kids, and this seemed to change her mind. I still don't know what she was, if she was a demon, or what, but it just goes to show that you can easily be fooled by the Devil.
There is one more instance, and it is by far, the biggest and scariest encounter I've ever had. But I will have to write that later, because I have to work tomorrow, and I need to go to bed. Plus, I'm not feeling very good at the moment. I just hope I'm not sick again.
I'll re-post this later, so you guys know it has been updated.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
P.S. I labeled this Dreams and Nightmares because, in a sense, facing demons is a nightmare... Say your prayers tonight, because just thinking about demons can open doors for them, doors you really don't want opened. Night everyone. I pray God keeps you safe.
