I’m not exactly sure when it started, maybe it was when me and my sister contacted my dead grandmother, she possessed me and wrote a message to us on my arm in marker, but it was round June 26 of last year that the real scary stuff started happening.
One night I was at my boyfriend’s house the moon was full it was a clear and cloudless night. Danny and I were sleeping, and I was having the strangest dream. I was a General, my armies were preparing for battle then suddenly we were ambushed. I remember striking off the heads of the ambushers. They were the faces of people I know and love! But this dream seemed to be set in a much different time period, I was killing my boyfriend, my family and everyone I knew. Then It changed I saw a man with green eyes and black hair staring at me. Then we were alone and he was raping me, trying to tell me he loved me and one thing I will always remember about it was that he told me he would see me soon. I saw his green eyes one more time then I woke up.
It was a bright and sunny day but I felt like something was pulling me down and I felt an overwhelming feeling of power and depression. Then When Danny left to go to bring his friend to get some weed, I heard a voice say don’t do it, but I didn’t understand there was nobody in the house. His parents had gone out of town to get their car fixed and I was alone with his cat Henry. The cat was curled up in my lap and as soon as I heard the voice he jumped out of my lap and ran upstairs. At first I thought nothing of it for Danny’s real father had died in this house and I thought that maybe it was him. (His real father had died of lung cancer right in the next room. Maybe it was him warning me I don’t know).
I started to hear this voice a lot telling me what to do, what to write in my songs (I’m a musician) and what to wear to school. (HE told me that one day I would know what happened to him but I have heard nothing yet) Things started to escalate. I would see his face every night in my dreams and before I would go to sleep I would see a figure dressed in black standing over my bed. Shadows followed me everywhere, this voice responded to my thoughts and to what I saw. He followed me to the end of earth and back.
One afternoon I was home sick with the flu. I saw a figure standing in my bedroom doorway wearing all white. I saw it dash quickly away from me, but I followed it upstairs to my attic. There was nothing out of the ordinary except that the window was open and snow was blowing in blanketing the floor. It was then that I told him I didn’t want him to follow me anymore. I said if he needed help then I would try my best to help him but I couldn’t be his lover. I stopped and listened to the house trying to hear his response. All was silent, then I heard a huge bang and I felt like someone punched me in the gut. I stumbled down the stairs to my room where I laid until my mom returned from her boyfriends house. She took me to the hospital where they found bruises on my back and shoulders. When they asked what they were from I had no explanation. I didn’t want to tell them a demon had done it so I kept quiet and said I had fallen down the stairs of my attic after tripping over my cat.
That night I tried to tell him to leave me alone again, but it just got worse. I suddenly felt like someone had shot me in the leg. I started screaming and punching the headboard trying to forget the pain that was creeping up my leg. It felt like the pain was originating from my veins like my heart had betrayed me and was pumping poison into my leg. The I screamed Stop! at the top of my lungs and the pain slowly disappeared. I sat crying on my bed while my younger brother asked me frantically what was wrong. I told him I just had a really bad cramp, he looked at me funny then went back to his room.
When everyone had fallen back to sleep I spoke to the dark shadows that have come to linger at my bedside and I said Please leave me alone, I’m not what you’re looking for. Then everything stopped for a week, but that week has come and passed and there’s still those eyes watching me from the dark. There’s still those shadows following me everywhere I go, but His voice has become weaker and sometimes I cant hear him at all. But he’s still there watching me even now screaming at me to stop typing, to keep him to my self but I wont and he cant control me anymore.
Written by Sarena Kelli, Copyright 2009