I've had some weird and spooky things happen to me throughout my life, that I think stems from our beliefs in not denying the power of God and that of his adversaries. I've shared how the house that my mother grew up in had a cross in every room (except the bathroom of course), due to the "whatevers" that continued to roam about the place in the dead of night.

Turns out a woman was murdered in the building over 100 years ago, yet continued to claim the place and could often be heard telling my relatives to get the hell out of her house. Cowering in the bed, me and my sister could hear the exchanges, but had no desire to go downstairs in order to get a closer look.

Somebody would grab a Bible that was nearby and order the spirit out in the name of Jesus, and after much protesting, "it" would leave. Or the other "whatever" that could be heard slowly walking up the hallway stairs until they reached the top of the landing. We could see a large, tall, shadowy shape filtered by the curtain that separated us between he/it and us.

Whatever it was, it was taller than a human, unnaturally W-I-D-E and very stout, with a diffuse outline. This is something you would not want to mmeet in a dark alley at 2 in the morning.

Each expelled breath would cause the curtains to billow inwards a bit before the "thing" slowly made its way back downstairs again after nearly scaring us half to death.

You could see a diffused shadow of the whatever in the hallway light, but none of us ever had the courage to rip those curtains open to see what it was. I would look up at that cross that was between us and "him" (not a crucifix, we were not allowed to have idols like that in our protestant religion, simply a cross), and wish that thing would return to whatever hell it was birthed from.

The relatives who grew up there were quite matter-of-fact about the "visitors" telling us terrified kids to just banish the in the name of Jesus so we could get back to sleep. Try telling that to a nine and ten-year-old at 1 in the morning, trembling in bed with the covers up to our eyeballs.

The only things we were banishing, were our feet from the ends of the bed. :)

When over there, I learned to sleep with the lights on ALL NIGHT.

Let's Spend the Night Together...

We would invide sceptical kids over to the house to spend the night and see for themselves. They never stayed for more than one night, and I'll never forget one Doubting Thomas who after experiencing the "hallway thing" called his parents saying "come and get me NOW!" Something like that'll make a true believer out of anyone.

Adults used to tell us that it was juust the sound of the old house settling at night. Get the fuck out of here! I think we know the difference between the sound of the house settling, and something walking up and standing in the hallway light. Fuck outta here with that! :) We always invited the adults to spend the night, but none of them ever did.

I am not afraid to say that even into our early teens me and my sister would call out to grandmom and ask to sleep with her when the "thing" got too scary. Fuck that! We'd climb into bed with this fearless God-fearing woman, with her between us and "it" lol!

Then there was the time that I w as 14, and was about to walk downstairs to go outside. As I stepped on the top step, I lost my purchase and was about to pitch headfirst down the stairs. Out of control, with my body at a 45 degree angle, at the last possible moment, I felt what can only be described as a large invisible hand supporting me in the air just long enough for me to grab the banister.

Looking down and absolutely terrified, I could see an almost perfect imprint of a giant hand outlined on mt white shirt. I carefully made my way to my mothers bedroom and showed her. My hand was tiny and fit easily inside this one. She said it was likely a Guardian Angel that helped me, while I was thankful that it had arrested my fall, I was afraid of that "something" that I could not see.

Needless to say, I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. :)

Know that you will never find me on any ghost-hunting teams, and I'll never have a burning desire to visit a haunted house. I believe in the power of God and the fact that 1/3 of the Angels rebelled against God and were evicted from Heaven. I've seen just enough of the "para" become normal, that I'm quite fine if I never experience any of that again.

I can still when I was ten hearing my grandmother downstairs in the living room arguing with the long-dead woman. She told her to leave in the name of Jesus, as it wasn't her house anymore and it was time for her to move on into the afterlife. And all I could say to that was AMEN! :)