Although I experienced many supernatural events first hand in my old home, one particular incident stands out in my mind. I remember this as if it were yesterday...
One summer night I found myself alone in that house. You see my parents and sister were at the neighbors across the street having a get together. And so while I was playing outside with the neighborhood kids I got hungry for a popsicle. Knowing we had some I went into the house. At first I went into the kitchen upstairs. This was not threatening to me since this was not the most uncomfortable area of the house. In any case, after I had gotten what I had wanted from the kitchen I felt I should urinate....holding it would only make it worse. I do not understand why I did not opt to use the neighbors washroom instead since my fear of the downstairs was substantial enough to make my blood run cold and my heart beat fiercely in my ears. But the fact remains, I went downstairs. Now it is important to understand that I had always feared having to go downstairs to go to the washroom by myself. This is because it meant passing the three bedroom doorways to get to the end of the short hallway to reach the bathroom. I distinctly remember summing up the courage to go downstairs. I must say I did this quickly while making sure not to look into any of the bedrooms. After I had finished my business in a brightly lit bathroom I realized I would have to be brave again to make it to the stairs. Not bad this time I supposed since I could keep the light on in the washroom which would illuminate the hallway. It was then I pictured my Mother chastising me for leaving the light on practically all night (she's still very energy conscious to this day). While I dreaded the idea of shutting it off, I equally didn't want to be in the dog house with my Mother so I decided to shut the light and make for the stairway. Except I found I could not walk fast. I felt frozen in fear. Moving very slowly I began to feel particularly odd. It was then that I reached my parents bedroom which was the closest to the stairs. What I saw next would change my life forever and fuel a serious lifelong interest in the occult and the supernatural. Yes, my life changed when I saw "It". I call it that simply because I am not exactly sure what this creature was. You must understand the logistics further. I was situated at my parents bedroom doorway and looking squarely at this thing staring at me from the outside ground window which looked onto the backyard. Mind you there was nobody in our yard and certainly no person who could create a hoax like this! The creature can be described as outwardly looking like a bull. It was very large and took the space of the entire window. It had furrowed, muscular eyebrows. It's body was rippling muscle. It was all black but had an unusual shine to it. It had long curved horns which had a strange glow reflecting off them. He was extremely angry and filled with hate. I knew this creature meant me harm. However, I stood frozen at the door. It kept looking at me with an intellegence not found in any animal. I was absolutely transfixed and could not stop looking at his eyes which were pitch black and like the horns had an unnatural glints of light. My mind stopped thinking. This bull/thing was crouching and lowering it head as real bulls do when they are about to charge. I don't know how long we stood there but I know I was moving towards it's eyes. I recall being only inches from it's eyes at one point. It's bodily frame had disappeared from my sight. I believe it was trying to lure me in somehow and for some reason. However, the most remarkable thing happened then...I heard the voice of a women. I was immediately back at the door. My body was still at the door...where had my mind or my soul been? As described before, I heard the voice of a women. She did not shout but was quite stern. I now stopped looking directly at the creature. I could feel a warmth over my left side. She gently instructed me to "Turn around and walk away". She then told me to "go and see your Mother". I could not refuse her. When I got to the door leading outside at the top of the stairs I heard her shout "Run!". She did not have to say it twice. I in fact did run to my Mother's side. As for the popsicle I had wanted so badly well I don't remember what happened to it actually...
AFTER THOUGHT:
I later related the face if the creature to my family. My Father protested and asked me to stop. He saw the very type of face in the mirror..it seems that it was of the same intelligence. I suppose there was a very malevolent force at work on that property. I still do not understand from what source specifically it derived from. As for the angel or spirit guide that helped me...well they have reappeared in my life on many other occasions. They are the positive side to my spiritual sensativities. They are always welcome guests.
In the meantime, be my guest(s) and keep reading about my more general experiences with the supernatural. Due to limitations in web space I have to highlight my very favorite or most interesting of supernatural experiences.... |
