Posted on 06/09/2002 4:12:34 PM PDT by Hellmouth
Uncle John First of all, I'd like to say that although my family has never been dabbled in any paranormal practices, but we were always taught to have respect for the dead and those on "the other side". When this incident occurred, I was about 10 years old. It was close to midnight, and as usual, I had waited for my parents to go to bed and turned my bedside lamp on and began reading a book. There was motion in my peripheral vision and I looked up rather alarmed and saw my Uncle John standing there. Immediately, I felt calm. I didn't question his being there as it didn't seem strange. He talked to me briefly, telling me that he loved me and to promise to be good. When he ended by saying that he wouldn't be back to see me anymore, I began to cry and ask him why. Right before my eyes, he began to become transparent. Fading slowly, his smiling face began to split, spilling blood onto his plaid shirt. Just as one side of his head seemed to drop to the floor, he disappeared completely. My sense of calm was gone, and I realized what had just happened to me. I jumped from my bed and ran down the stairs to my parents room. About half way down the stairs, the telephone began to ring. I burst into my parents room, out of breath and crying, wanting too tell them what had happened. Instead, when I opened my mouth, I heard my own voice say, "Aunt Mary needs you on the phone!" The conversation was short and to the point. My mother was crying, and Daddy was on the phone, trying to calm Aunt Mary. Later that morning, my mom asked me how did I know Aunt Mary had been on the phone. I told her everything, and she backed away from me as I spoke. Uncle John had been driving down the two lane highway to his farm when his pick up truck was hit by an 18 wheeler. The service was closed casket, his head had been damaged beyond repair. In fact, it had been nearly cleaved in two.
Every fourth of July, we go there and have a huge party. One year, after several bourbon and cokes, I decided to head to bed. I was the last one to retire. I went into our room, and my husband, who had already crashed, was sleeping on my pillow. I tried to get it from him, but he grunted and wouldn't give it up. So I decided to go into the den, grab a pillow from the sofa, and use that. As I was walking into the den, I tripped on the lip b/t the den and the dining room. "It'd be nice to have a few lights on in here," I mumbled. All of sudden, every light in the room went on -- the corner floor lamp, the two lamps on either side of the sofa, and the lamp in front of the t.v. Since the house was built before electricity, there were no overhead lights; all lamps were controlled with separate switches. A bit shaken, to say the least, I grabbed a few pillows, and ran out of the room. As I passed from the den back into the living room, the lights went out.
The next morning, I relayed my story over breakfast. One of the older aunts just huffed, "Oh, that was Aunt Edith. She was always the one who went around after the parties making sure everyone was tucked safely into bed." Well, good old Aunt Edith totally freaked me out, and I am never the last one awake in that house.
Don't know. Here's a story for you though...
One night in November, 1996, what may have be the most intense demonic possession ever recorded took place in North Carolina.
Several people witnessed the incident. Things got so out of hand that local police were contacted as the "events" happened.
I was one of the people who saw it. Was involved with a few others who were also working with the unfortunate individual, even. However it is that Hollywood's made this out to be, it was not fun or entertaining or "cool" to watch. You don't get your sanity yanked so hard as it is when a voice from the pit screams out the deepest secrets of your heart for all to hear.
One of these days I'm going to relate the story of what happened that night. Just pour it out and let others take from it what they may.
I have a Saint Benedict crucifix on me at all times.
You people need some freaking rest or something.
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