I’ve always seen spirits of some sort. I’ve always had powers. But I guess I never really understood myself until I met my ex-bestie, Sarah Thomas. She was Wiccan.
I was at the point in my life where I knew I wasn’t Christian, but I didn’t exactly know what I was. I believe in what I can’t see and I embrace the unknown rather than deny it. My experience, or happening, happened last year around I guess the end of spring. This takes place in central Louisiana.
Camp Livingston was many things to me, and it was 5 minutes down the road from my house. I was going to school for my G.E.D. and after school me and Sarah would go to Alexandria for Books-A-Million and Hot Topic. Well, one day I told her about Camp Livingston and she wanted to go because she, too, had heard stories about things that happened there.
Well before I go too far into this, Camp Livingston used to be a Concentration Camp back in Pearl Harbor days, and it is an active base to this day, but people go there to hunt and trail ride, any place you can’t go in is blocked off. And since I know my way around there really well, me and Sarah decided to go there so we left school early to do this so she could be home on time since she drove us in her dad’s truck.
Well, the first time we went we walked on a walking trail and we reached an area of land that was peaceful and had many arches where trees crossed branches to look like a doorway of some sort. We could feel something ancient in this place, and me personally I could hear drums and chants from long ago. Sarah agreed that it felt like some ancient powerful witches had been there long ago.
The next few times we went there we would see a shadow creature following us. It felt like a “he” so I will call it as such. He was pretty fast, and he was blacker than a shadow, more like a void. One time me and Sarah were walking on a different trail and we were being loud and laughing and when I turned around I saw a white wolf with her ears flattened back, baring her fangs in silent warning. I knew what she said as clearly as if she said it aloud. “Be quiet you fools” I froze. Sarah was behind me and as she came up she said, ‘Cori, what’s wrong?’ I motioned for her to be quiet. The wolf had vanished from sight after I understood her message but Sarah never saw her. I told her what I had seen and when I focused on where we were at I felt something bad, something demonic-like. We made back to the truck.
Another time we got out at a place cause we couldn’t go over a big concrete block with glass all around it. Sarah herself had seen a man and a boy when I looked the other way. And another time we brought my dad’s dog Rebel. Well we had gotten out and I told Rebel to be quiet cause he started barking and when I shushed him me and Sarah heard a menacing demonic-like growl echoing around us and we froze. We got back in the truck and left.
The last time I went to Camp Livingston with her something followed me home. It was like a tendril of mist stuck to me to see where I lived. Well, shortly after that day I had an incident outside in my yard. And it was around midnight I suppose. It was very foggy out, and I could feel that the fog had come from Camp Livingston cause it had the same energy as that place. I saw an outline of a bull man thing. It stood like a men, about 10 feet tall, but it had the body of a bull. I could feel that it wanted me. I was scared because it was trying to arouse me but I shielded the porch and house from it and so it approached no closer. But it tried to lure me out. I could feel it’s promises in the air. It promised me a child from it. I guess him since I’m a female. And I was tempted but I resisted. My friend Mike thinks it was a bull demon. Ugh, it was creepy whatever it was. If you think this isn’t true then please don’t comment because I experienced it and I know it’s true.
Sent in by Cori Michelle Bruce, Copyright 2010