2256 Jordan- Cherokee- Cedartown, Ga 2004 i still get chills to this day.. when i was about 13 or so, i moved from my home in Pawnee, Ok to a small hick town in northeastern Georgia. i was very upset by the move just like and child would be and i started to distance myself from the family a bit more than an astranged adolescent does. it went unnoticed, but i could feel myself becoming less and less of a concern around the house. i wasnt bothered at all by this because i was comforted by this, presence. a certain darkness had become familiar to me and it began to almost manifest itself and disguise its emptiness with its ability to be anywhere i was. it started as a shade or shadow that i had no interest in but the more distant i became to my family, the more this darkness began to really suck me in. one evening around dusk, i was coming in from my timed motocross laps and practice, and i saw a hideously grotesque figure standing in the darkness of my bedroom doorway. i felt this urge to just scream and cry but as i stared, frozen, the figure dissipated and almost recessed back into my room. i thought i must be seeing things or the days trial sessions left me dehydrated; i quickly found an excuse to shrug it off, anyways, so i grab a towel and head toward the bathroom for my shower and i glanced at my bedroom door again and i noticed an unfamiliar stench or smell that accompanied a cool yet chilling breeze. i quickly disbanded any ghostly thoughts and hastily walked over and shut the bedroom door. when the door shut and i turned back toward the bathroom i noticed this shade was now affecting even the areas of the house that were lit. even the well lit bathroom seemed kinda dim and dull. i swallowed a lump and i proceeded to carry on with my business. after the shower and we all had gone to bed, the house became silent but sooo loud with emptiness. i covered deep into my blankets, hiding my face and head and then my bed violently shakes with three very frightened cats who join me in my peril. these cats scared the crap out of me just by jumping onto the bed but now theyre all AGRESSIVELY hissing and mowling at this ominous and deep darkness. i could feel it shrouding my bed and enveloping me and my protective kitties. (poor cats had soaked me with urine in their fright) as this empty and cold presence got closer, i could feel my body being pressed against the bed and the bed being weighed down. i cried out for my mother and just as i felt my breath being stolen from my lungs, she burst through the door and turns on the light. she saw it. the same hideous and frightening thing i saw. but just as the light came on, the presence was gone. cats chilled the heck out and i started crying like a girl. she held me tight and asked me if what she saw was real. i explained that it had been coercing me and comforting me up until the recent events. my mom fetched my grandfathers crucifix and a few charms of her own and laid me to rest in the living room. she went to the computer room and researched whatever she could about the phenomena. as i began to doze off, i heard a clamor just a few feet from where my bedroom doorway is. i peek over the back of the couch and i notice these silhouettes and shadows of many small children being huddled into my room by that disgusting figure. i hear their small feet against the floor and everything. i began to cry out again but this time i couldnt move at all, frozen solid and the figure shifted its direct attention right into my eyes and i could feel its horrible and bone chilling eyes glaring into mine. then it whispers right against my neck and ear, Jordan. the figure was 10 ft or so from me but its breath was behind me, on my neck. this is a demon. it knows my name. it wants me. these facts became very clear as i was released from its clutch and left gasping for breath. i cried out for my mom once more and she comforted me once again until i was fully asleep. i woke up later that night to an unstable mother, begging for this thing to leave then i heard these dreadful footsteps drawing near to us with such power i could feel the floor shaking. we both buried our heads and squeezed each other. whatever was walking toward us was now standing over us because the footsteps seemed like they stopped right where we were and we could feel this pressure on the sofa around us. then it whispered my name again and vanished. my mother heard the whisper too and struck a motherly and instinctive cord in her. she immediately stood up and demanded the figure show itself. of course it didnt but we heard the floor creak in the upstairs loft. my mother opened every door and every window then stood in the center of the house. i remember seeing a warrior inside her. with a big chest and war paint. i still to this day believe her ancestors were called upon. she stomped her right foot and demanded that this darkness leave because this house, is my mothers. not yours. (the darkness) we moved.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 10:10:00 +0000
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