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.
About a year later I came home from work at about 11:30 pm, and stopped to check the mail on the kitchen table. Everyone was asleep and the house was dark except for a light my parents left on so I wouldn't trip over anything. I saw a cat come out of the dining room, rub on my feet, and walk underneath the kitchen table. I didn't pay him much attention. I finished looking through the mail about 15 seconds later and bent down to look for Pete under the table. I figured he had jumped up on to one of the chairs, but there was no cat. I looked around the room and there was no cat anywhere. I turned around to start walking to my bedroom and here comes Pete walking out down the hallway out of the bathroom. There was no way he could have gotten from under the table to the bathroom without me seeing him and so quickly.
Now the second part. I didn't tell my parents this story because I thought it would upset my mom. So about a year later my husband and I were visiting my parents at thier house and the subject turned to ghosts. My mom said she thought she saw Leroy all the time, so I figured it was okay to tell her the story. While I was telling it, my husband was drinking a iced tea out of one of those big red Solo cups full to the top. He finished it and set it down on the end table. A few minutes later the subject changed and my husband asked for another drink. I took his cup and I felt something weird. I looked at it and there was this huge crack down the side of the cup. The crack started about a half inch from the top and went on an angle and stopped about a half inch from the bottom. I showed it to everyone and my mom said, "Oh, sometimes they come like that, but you can still drink out of them." My dad took it over to the sink and filled it with water and it just poured out of the crack. There was no way it could have been filled with any liquid just a few minutes before. I think someone was trying to get our attention.
But those ghostly fleas would still be a problem....
I had a cat, "Gypsy", from the time I was 8 until I was 18. She, too, died of tumors, but hers were on her kidneys. I was very attached to my cat, and her death was upsetting to me.
One night, during the night, I awoke and saw her sitting in the doorway to my room. I figured it was just a dream; I had been sleeping, after all.
My older sister tells the story about one time when the young neighor boy was visiting. He had never known Gypsy or of her. He told my sister that he had seen the kitty and wanted to play with her. We had no other cat in the house. Hmmmm. They say that children are very inclined toward seeing ghosts.
When I was a teenager, I had several instances of dreaming about something and then having it happen the next day. One time, I misplaced my flute in the high school band room. I searched through my locker and all of the band lockers. No flute. Several weeks later, I dreamed that the flute was in my band locker. The next day I checked, and there it was. Strange.
When I was in college, I had my first "true love," which lasted through my freshman year. My sophomore year, I broke up with the guy. What was strange was that once in a while, he would appear in my dream, and the next day he would show up. It never failed.
One more story and I'll be done. A few years ago, I was reading an angel book. This was when the angel craze was going on. I was reading a book about how people had been visited by angels. When I turned out my bed light to go to sleep, I closed my eyes, and I felt a very strong presence at the foot of my bed. I was too scared to open my eyes, so I don't know if an angel was there or not. LOL!
Okay, one more "guardian angel" story. I was walking with my three young daughters on a path around a neighborhood lake one summer afternoon. As we started into a wooded area, a lady appeared from no where. She warned me that the day before, a man had bothered another woman who was walking through the same area. She advise me not to walk through the woods. I took her advice. I don't know who she was, and she appeared and disappeared without me noticing. I choose to conclude that she was my guardian angel.
I don't really know what I'd call this story if I was submitting it for publication in Fate or something of its ilk. "Brian vs. the Evil, Black-eyed, Possibly Vampiric or Demonic But At Least Not Bloody Normal Kids" doesn't have much of a ring to it. (Shrug.) :)
But that's at least an accurate title.
As so many things do, it all started out innocently.
My Internet Service Provider used to have offices in a shopping center before they moved to their (comparatively) lush accommodations elsewhere. There was a drop box at that original location. The monthly bill was due, and thus, there but for the Grace of the Net I went.
It was about 9:30 p.m. when I left. From my relatively isolated apartments, it's about 10-15 minutes or so to downtown (Abilene has a population of about 110,000).
Right next to Camalott Communications' old location is a $1.50 movie theater. At the time, the place was featuring that masterwork of modern film, Mortal Kombat. I drove by the theater on the way into the center proper and pulled into an empty parking space.
Using the glow of the marquee to write out my check, I was startled to hear a knock on the driver's-side window of my car.
I looked over and saw two children staring at me from street. I need to describe them, with the one feature (you can guess what it was) that I didn't realize until about half-way through the conversation cleverly omitted.
Both appeared to be in that semi-mystical stage of life children get into where you can't exactly tell their age. Both were boys, and my initial impression is that they were somewhere between 10-14.
Boy No. 1 was the spokesman. Boy No. 2 didn't speak during the entire conversation -- at least not in words.
Boy No. 1 was slightly taller than his companion, wearing a pull-over, hooded shirt with a sort of gray checked pattern and jeans. I couldn't see his shoes. His skin was olive-colored and had curly, medium-length brown hair. He exuded an air of quiet confidence.
Boy No. 2 had pale skin with a trace of freckles. His primary characteristic seemed to be looking around nervously. He was dressed in a similar manner to his companion, but his pull-over was a light green color. His hair was a sort of pale orange.
They didn't appear to be related, at least directly. "Oh, great," I thought. "They're gonna hit me up for money." And then the air changed.
I've explained this before, but for the benefit of any new lurkers out there, right before I experience something strange, there's a change in perception that comes about which I describe in the above manner. It's basically enough time to know it's too late. ;)
So, there I was, filling out a check in my car (which was still running) and in a sudden panic over the appearance of two little boys. I was confused, but an overwhelming sense of fear and unearthliness rushed in nonetheless.
The spokesman smiled, and the sight for some inexplicable reason chilled my blood. I could feel fight-or-flight responses kicking in. Something, I knew instinctually, was not right, but I didn't know what it could possibly be.
I rolled down the window very, very slightly and asked "Yes?"
The spokesman smiled again, broader this time. His teeth were very, very white.
"Hey, mister, what's up? We have a problem," he said. His voice was that of a young man, but his diction, quiet calm and ... something I still couldn't put my finger on ... made my desire to flee even greater. "You see, my friend and I want to see the films, but we forgot our money," he continued. "We need to go to our house to get it. Want to help us out?"
Okay. Journalists are required to talk to lots of people, and that includes children. I've seen and spoken to lots of them. Here's how that usually goes:
"Uh ... M ... M ... Mister? Can I see that camera? I ... I won't break it or anything. I promise. My dad has a camera, and he lets me hold it sometimes, I guess, and I took a picture of my dog -- it wasn's very good, 'cause I got my finger in the way and ..."
Add in some feet shuffling and/or body swaying and you've got a typical kid talking to a stranger.
In short, they're usually apologetic. People generally teach children that when they talk to adults, they're usually bothering them for one reason or another and they should at least be polite.
This kid was in no way fitting the mold. His command of language was incredible and he showed no signs of fear. He spoke as if my help was a foregone conclusion. When he grinned, it was as if he was trying to say, "I know something ... and you're NOT gonna like it. But the only way you're going to find out what it is will be to do what I say ..."
"Uh, well ..." was the best reply I could offer.
Now here's where it starts to get strange.
The quiet companion looked at the spokesman with a mixture of confusion and guilt on his face. He seemed in some ways shocked, not with his friend's brusque manner but that I didn't just immediately open the door.
He eyed me nervously. The spokesman seemed a bit perturbed, too. I still was registering something wrong with both.
"C'mon, mister," the spokesman said again, smooth as silk. Car salesmen could learn something from this kid. "Now, we just want to go to our house. And we're just two little boys."
That really scared me. Something in the tone and diction again sent off alarm bells. My mind was frantically trying to process what it was perceiving about the two figures that was "wrong."
"Eh. Um ...." was all I could manage. I felt myself digging my fingernails into the steering wheel.
"What movie were you going to see?" I asked finally. "Mortal Kombat, of course," the spokesman said. The silent one nodded in affirmation, standing a few paces behind.
"Oh," I said. I stole a quick glance at the marquee and at the clock in my car. Mortal Kombat had been playing for an hour, the last showing of the evening.
The silent one looked increasingly nervous. I think he saw my glances and suspected that I might be detecting something was not above-board.
"C'mon, mister. Let us in. We can't get in your car until you do, you know," the spokesman said soothingly. "Just let us in, and we'll be gone before you know it. We'll go to our mother's house."
We locked eyes.
To my horror, I realized my hand had strayed toward the door lock (which was engaged) and was in the process of opening it. I pulled it away, probably a bit too violently. But it did force me to look away from the children.
I turned back. "Er ... Um ...," I offered weakly and then my mind snapped into sharp focus.
For the first time, I noticed their eyes.
They were coal black. No pupil. No iris. Just two staring orbs reflecting the red and white light of the marquee.
At that point, I know my expression betrayed me. The silent one had a look of horror on his face in a combination that seemed to indicate: A) The impossible had just happened and B) "We've been found out!"
The spokesman, on the other hand, wore a mask of anger. His eyes glittered brightly in the half-light.
"Cmon, mister," he said. "We won't hurt you. You have to LET US IN. We don't have a gun ..."
That last statement scared the living hell out of me, because at that point by his tone he was plainly saying, "We don't NEED a gun."
He noticed my hand shooting down toward the gear shift. The spokesman's final words contained an anger that was complete and whole, and yet contained in some respects a tone of panic:
"WE CAN'T COME IN UNLESS YOU TELL US IT'S OKAY. LET ... US .... IN!"
I ripped the car into reverse (thank goodness no one was coming up behind me) and tore out of the parking lot. I noticed the boys in my peripheral vision, and I stole a quick glance back.
They were gone. The sidewalk by the theater was deserted. I drove home in a heightened state of panic. Had anyone attempted to stop me, I would have run on through and faced the consequences later.
I bolted into my house, scanning all around -- including the sky.
What did I see? Maybe nothing more than some kids looking for a ride.
And some really funky contacts. Yeah, right.
A friend suggested they were vampires, what with the old "let us in" bit and my compelled response to open the door. That and the "we'll go see our mother" thing.
I'm still not sure what they were, but here's an epilogue I find chilling:
I talk about Chad a lot. He's still my best friend, my best ghost-hunting companion and an all-around cool guy. He recently moved to Amarillo, but at the time this happened was still living in San Angelo of Ram Page fame.
I called him and talked to him briefly. He had two female friends with him at the time, both professing some type of psychic ability.
I started telling him the story, leaving out the part about the black eyes for the kicker. One of the women (we were on a speakerphone) stopped me.
"These children had black eyes, right?" she asked. "I mean, all-black eyes?"
"Er ... Yes." I said. I was a bit taken aback.
"Hmmm," she said. "One night last week, I had a dream about children with black eyes. They were outside my house, wanting to be let in, but there was something wrong with them. It took me a while to realize it was the eyes."
I hadn't even gotten as far as them wanting to come in.
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I kept the doors and windows locked," she said. "I knew if they came in, they would kill me."
She paused.
"And they would have killed you, too, if you had let them into your car."
So, from this extra-long post, we have three unanswered questions:
A) What did I see?
B) What would have happened if I opened my car door?
C) Why does Chad always get the cool psychic chicks? ;)
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Well, there you have it. I'll write some more later. But for now, your comments are welcomed as always.
Brian
>That is my favorite verse.
In today's world where Harry Potter is mainstream on the broad way to destruction, Ozzy the satanist is invited to the White House and the globalists are knighting Mick Jagger, it would be extremely wise to beware of demons masquerading as angels of light. Some are entertaining demons unawares and it is only the Holy Spirit who can tell anyone the difference. Fruit* inspection is required. There are lots of spooky things on this thread are from the dark side, not from God. Reminder: the Lord comes to bring abundant life. The devil comes to steal, kill and destroy and one of his principle tools is Deception. If as Paul said, absent from the body, present with the Lord, then he and other believers aren't walking around spooking people, although they may possibly make a final exit bow. If something is spooking them, then it likely is evil. Anyone toying with the darkside will ultimately discover that the devil is a big dog and the one toying is the bone. It is imperative that we learn God's "ways" from the Bible. Reminder:
Joh 10:10 The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
Jas 3:13 Who is a wise man and endued with knowledge among you? let him shew out of a good conversation his works with meekness of wisdom.
14 But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against the truth.
15 This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish.
16 For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work.
17 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
18 And the *fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace.
The Lord frequently warns people of events such as this. Many don't know what to do about it. I posted a big long thing about it a while back. It is not paranormal. It is a warning from the Lord.
ever read any of zecharia sitchin's stuff?
The common theme is fear,that will be built on as the man with the plan approaches the podium,(lots of Bible codes say Clinton 2003 May-so those of us with 'May Day' feelings this year might be right but with timing wrong) theres a truth to the Chinese proverb with regards to replacing the master executioner being the same as replacing the master carpenter...chances are you'll cut your own hand,when death is so prevalent people no longer fear it-whoevers in power is in trouble.
No, I never heard of it. Enlighten me please.
also, sitchin sites evidence that domestication of crops occured within about 2,000 years, much too short a time to occur naturally, where previously man lived off the land. does this relate to the garden of eden, where man kicked out of to toil and work the earth, because of eating of the fruit of the tree of knowledge? it is also believed that extraterrestrials, probably reptilian, were the snake, the genetic meddler in the original strain of man. i recall a pic on sitchins site that shows the "adam" sitting on the lap of the genetic engineer, who holds a flask of this "fruit".
it is very interesting, if one is seeking to understand these mysterious Biblical references, Ezekiel, etc.
erik von danniken, ala chariot of the gods, may interest you also.
but the sumerian texts are what they are. if you look at the picture as a whole, that sumerians darn near overnight sprang forth as a HIGHLY advanced society, high mathematics, and look at their texts which report of the gods, etc., it is not beyond belief to think they were speaking of extraterrestrials. plus, look at the nazca plain, etc. too much stuff. put it together.
That picture that shows the orbs reminds me of pictures that were on FreeRepublic showing the caves after Anaconda. I think Diognese(Sp?) was the one that posted those series of pictures from Afghanistan.
In several of the pictures, there were orbs, some even with what looked like faces.
But, I'm no photo expert and it could have had something to do with the light but it was kind of startling.
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