In late 1980 I lived in Tampa Florida. I rented part of a house from a friend. We had known each other for several years but were not particularly tight. My rent helped him, a place to live helped me. We will call him Zippy.
Zippy was friends with a Satanist band, mostly the bassist, we will call him Blind. Zippy and Blind were trying to open portals to hell, worshiping the devil and other foolish and scary things. I was friendly with both of these people but was not into what they were. But what ever they were doing started bleeding over into my life! This is what happened to me.
First: I was driving a hotrod Firebird. As I was pulling into the driveway slowing down to stop, the accelerator went the floor, I had to stand on the brake to keep from going through the living room. The only thing I could do was turn the ignition off and I still ran into one of his brick columns.
Second: Another mutual friend and I were talking in the driveway one night. As I glanced toward the living room I saw a pair of red eyes staring at me for several seconds, they then vanished. John saw the look on my face and asked me what was wrong, I said “nothing” but started thinking about the car.
Third: I was in the kitchen making a meal. Zippy had those thick plastic runners going through heavy traffic areas in the house, you probably know what I am talking about. I had my back to the east end of the house when I heard loud foot steps coming up behind me, RIGHT BEHIND ME! I should say these runners made noise even when you were trying to be quite, whatever I heard was not trying to be quite. I turned around expecting Zippy or his sister to be there, NOBODY! I freaked out! I didn’t just hear foot steps I felt a presence. It did not freak me out until I turned around and no one was there.
Fourth: This should have been a turn on but it wasn’t, it was very disturbing. I’m in the kitchen again and I hear my name called. It was Zippy’s sister in a very sexy nighty… she was posturing and posing and inviting me… she was only 15 years old! I had known her for a little while too and she never acted promiscuous or indecent in any way I ever saw. She walked back to her room and that was it. I should have enjoyed what I saw, but I did not. It was so not right to be scary, disturbing is the best word though.
Thanks for reading… this story is true, believe what you will.
Sent in by Jim Dykes, Copyright 2010
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Hello,
Yeah, I experienced events like that, such as when I heard repeated banging on a Friday afternoon on the roof of my house, but I did not think that anyone was there. I was on the top floor of the house. When I was outside, I saw no one on it ever. I live in a cooperative.
Regards,
Anonymous
For one I would of never moved into that place regardless if you needed a place to live or not. I’m sure there were shelter’s of some type back then.
And two I’ve been out with a guy who worshiped the devil an all that foolish nonsense an it was no fun he was a complete nutjob. People like that are no good to be around.
As you’ve experienced already.
Thank you for your response.It wasn’t till after I had been there for a while that Ifound out what they were doing.After the “thing” w/ his sister I moved.Also when Ifound out what they were doing I jokingly asked “how’s the conjuring coming”,Zippy was disappointed,he said nothing was happening.But I did get out after the last incident.Thanks for reading…Jim
JIM- maybe about your car something was wrong with it.just curious why were thinking about the car when you saw the red eyes?and about eveything else thats weird.i acully had my name called when i useto work in a greenhouse but nobody was around.i thought that was weird.couple mins later i heard it again.so i do believe you in that.im not saying i dont for the rest of the story but the car im just saying what if there was really something wrong with it.thanks for the story.
Anna,my car never did that before or after.Ichecked the pedels,under the hood,every thing was fine.Also all these things happened w/in a week,one weird thing after another.Another week later I was gone!…Jim,thanx
i’m sure these people lead “normal” lives most of the time. i do think since they delve into the satan thing, that strange activities follow them and anyone around them.
Maybe especially those around them.I had 3 yrs. of weirdness after I moved.I still try to convince myself It was my imagination…Jim
Especially those around them.I had 3 yrs. of weird crap happen,some of it so fantastic I still try to convince myself it didn
Nice story but u said that it last for a week only then remember this a experience as a true story but you must also keep close looks to their work which they are performing
Abhiram,I was not tight w/ the band,we met only in passing.I knew the bassist and Zippy.The story was called “my frend’s house”.Caretaker changed the name.The band was only a by-product of the story,but no I didn’t keep up w/the band if that is what you asking me?Nocturnus was a group of skilled music makers,the lyrics and subject matter I could not deal with…Jim
Wow, thats really interesting
Im glad that u fled though and that sux that home wax haunted
My basements haunted and walls tapp n’ stuff
^^
When I was a teenager we ran into a devil worship church. We teased the people inside. They weren’t very happy and chased us in their little black hooded robes with the little pentagram necklaces flying. In the end I have to believe the devil is really out for himself and any fool who thinks Satan will help/save/make them happy is truly deluded. The devil is not about happiness – his or anybody else’s. Besides, let’s face it, he would probably have more use for some rich, super-powerful person than some poor slob who only really craves love and acceptance.
Not neccesarily Cool Story because Satan targets the poor slobs or depressed people that crave love and or acceptance also.He is very conniving.Imagine him as a sly art dealer trying to sell you a painting or image of the sinful life while waiting in the wings to devour your soul.