SPECIAL MENTION
They Are With Us!
In 1993, I began to
experience strange things in my house. They mostly occurred in my four-year-old
son’s room. The first thing that happened was the horrible smell of burning
rubber. It would come and go with no known source. My son’s room and the
hallway outside his door would be freezing cold, yet the rest of the house would
be hot. The blinds in his room would always be open, even though I closed them
every time I would go in there. I began to sense there were spirits in the
house. I would feel someone behind me, yet no one else was there. I would see
a shadow walking past; I even began talking to them.
“They” made themselves felt, but never responded to me
until one night when I was asleep with my son in my bedroom. I awoke when I
felt something holding my shoulders down. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t scream.
After a few minutes, I lunged across the room. I grabbed my son and ran to the
room my husband was in. I was in a major panic, scared to death! My husband,
of course, didn’t believe me.
My
mother was staying with us at the time and heard the commotion. She told me that
she had thought she was dreaming and felt someone holding her legs down in bed
in my son's room. She knew there were ghosts here, she'd even had a large
mirrored cross made and hung it above her bed. After hearing what happened to me
we knew there was something in our house, something evil! That night we slept in
the living room bundled up like scared little babies…
The
next day when I told a friend about our night, she shocked me with what she had
to say. She told me that the lot my house is on had once had a trailer on it.
It burned to the ground, killing a four-year-old boy. She also told me that a
few nights before my incident, one of her friends who lived six houses up from
us had awakened feeling someone holding her down in bed. Her husband also
didn’t believe her until the next night. HE woke up and saw a dark figure
standing in his son’s room. When he ran in, it vanished.
I knew
the man who had lived in the house before us had been killed by a train. I
didn’t know about the little boy who had died in the trailer fire. I began
trying to talk to the spirits as if they were those two people. But I could
still feel evil in this house.
Things
continued for a while; noises, smells, shadows and chills. Finally, I couldn’t
take it anymore. My aunt told me to cover the rooms with white sheets, then
light red candles and read from the Bible, and ask God to release these spirits
from our world and give them peace. We did this for days. The weird incidents
and the horrible smells went away. But I still feel there is evil here.
I finally got my proof at my Fourth of July
Party. There above my non-believer husband, my dad and my sister were the
figures of three spirits, caught on film. I've shared this with a lot of people
but I hope you see them as clearly as I do. Thanks for hearing my experience.
